History of Canada: The Forgotten Nation
I am trying to make the format similar to the anime format—entertaining story based on historical fact with narration points within to explain the history. The narration parts are bolded, so those parts will be purely factual. That being said, chapters will normally be short to capture a moment in time.
This story is made in hopes someone will learn something about Canada. I'm Canadian and even some of my history classes (both Canadian and World history) can be well… inaccurate...or misses parts to make history bias. I might do another country in the future, but for now please enjoy Canada.
The story is not in chronological order. I write the time I feel like on the day I write it. I will try to update it at least once everyday that I don't work.
CHAPTER ONE: CANADA AWAKENS
Canada slept soundlessly. He had never awoken. He was not aware that there was a world around him. He was unaware that he even existed. Canada was just a small thing in rags cuddled between two polar bear clubs in a den.
For the first time in his existence, Canada awoken from his slumber. His eyes fluttered open, tired, lost and confused. He knew not of where he was nor who he was. He silently left the den as an intuitive pull led him west. The first thing he noticed was the gentle white snow falling from the sky. Canada's eyes lighten up in amazement and a large smile cross his face in amazement.
Canada was amazed at the world around him. It was probably the reason why his small body kept walking towards the pull he felt and did not realize how much time had passed. Canada kept walking west. He had slept a few times, and days had past. It felt like he would never arrive to wherever he was heading.
One day he had finally reached his goal. The force that had been guiding him, much like a magnet, had disappeared. Canada had come across something. He ran to hide behind a nearby tree. He still wasn't use to the world, and he was both scared and curious.
Canada watched as some groups of people travelled, each in a different direction.
So, like, unlike the belief that Europeans had come and stole land from the "natives" (which will totally appear in a later chapter), the "natives" weren't even legitimately native if you want to be technical; that being said, they came long before anyone else. Thousands of years before anyone else, actually. And while no one knows the exact date, many guess when the Ice Age was coming to a close—though that is debateable. In fact, North America was once an uninhabited wasteland. I know, like, totally hard to believe, right?
While these settlers did not all come at once, there were many of them, all in which had travelled in different directions (for the most part). Some wandered to the United States of America, some down to Mexico, while others remained in Canada, some of whom travelled all the way to the Atlantic coast (though none of these countries were yet established or named yet).
Canada peeked. Most of them were so tall. Well Canada was a tiny thing, so that was to be expected, but he didn't know any better. Canada looked down at his hands. They looked a bit different. Mainly their skin colour, but Canada didn't think much of it. He was just a shy, curious child.
"Da, vhy are you hiding behind tree?"
Canada jumped startled. He hadn't thought anyone would notice him. He turned around to see someone with the same skin tone as him, and shorter, though still twice Canada's size. He had a large nose and big purple eyes. Canada trembled, unsure what to do. However, Canada's silence didn't seem to please the other boy.
"I'm Russia. One day I'll be big and strong all on my own." Canada continued to shake. "Who are you?"
Yes, the original settlers were from Asia. More specifically North-East Asia. Despite being closer to Asia than Europe, the Pacific waters are harder to navigate which is one of the many reasons it was later the Europeans fighting over the Western land. That being said, way back then people travelled with various herds of animals across the land bridges of the Alaska-Bering straits route, which was a literal path from the east coast of Russia to Alaska.
Canada calmed down a bit when the other boy hadn't attacked him yet. Canada tilted his head in confusion. While he felt a bit safer, he was still very insecure because he couldn't understand a word the Russian told him. In the end, Canada ended up running away.
