Warning- May contain some racial slurs or "speaking the lord(s) name in vain." I don't mean to offend ANYONE!
Yeah, I know that a sequel for "American Slave" would have been better to write right away, but I've really wanted to start writing this. Also, this is my first fic, I think, where the humans are aware of the humanized nations.
Also... Um... I completely forgot what I was going to say, and it was kind of important to the story, too...
Oh, and, as far as this title goes, I just put "Infant" and "Changes" on "Google Translate" for "English to German," and I picked the one that looked cooler. xD
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America was happy, when he was alone. He knew a few people, and would exchange goods for food for centuries. Then, these people who speak a foreign language took him. He remembered what exactly happened in detail.
America was sitting in a grassy field. He was enjoying the wind, blowing against his face. He remembered seeing a group of men, with sinister smiles that he's never seen on a human's face, before. Someone snuck up behind him, and pinned him down on his stomach. His wrists were pulled back, and tied together.
He started kicking, and screaming, so they tied his ankles together, and gagged him. They dragged him to a giant ship, and threw him in a room. He noticed that he wasn't alone almost right away. There was another man, curled up, and shaking in a corner. He looked scared. His ankles were tied together, but his arms were free.
America stared at the man, for a while. He couldn't move, much. If he could, than he would crawl over to the one window in the room, and stare outside, instead. He felt sorry for the man, and wanted to help him.
They jumped, when one of the men who took America came in, carrying two bowls. "Do you two want food?"
The other captured man looked up at the man. "I want food, please."
The man smiled, and gave the man a bowl, before turning his attention to America. "How about you? Do you want food?" America saw the other captive man eating, and stared at the other bowl that the man had. His stomach growled. The man with the food sat in front of him. "Can you say, "I want food, please?"
America heard the man repeat what the other captive said, and decided to try it. "I want food, please?"
The man smiled, and set the food down, in front of him. "Do you want your hands free, like Canada's?" America stared at him. The man pointed to one of his hands. "These are called "hands." Then he pointed to the other man, who was still eating. "His name is Canada." He pointed to America. "And you are America."
America tilted his head. He decided to try something. "I want my hands free?"
"Good!" The man smiled, and moved Alfred, so he was on his stomach. He took out a knife, from a small sheath, and cut the rope around America's wrists, until they were free. He moved America, so he was sitting up, and handed him his food.
America started eating right away. He was hungry, and he was almost grateful to the man for giving him food. The man walked towards the other man, known as "Canada," and sat in front of him. He would say a word, and Canada would repeat it. America watched them, for a while. They were pointing to parts of their body, while saying the same thing to each other.
He finished the food, and set the bowl down on the ground. He continued to watch the two men talk to each other. He picked up on some of the language. The man looked at Alfred, again, and smiled.
"Do you understand? We are going to teach you two the German language. You two are going to be claimed by German nations. I don't know if you two had a language, before, but you'll learn a much larger language."
America didn't understand. He scooted back, when the man started walking towards him. "Get away!" He hissed at the man.
"Oh, so you DO speak a language!(1) You don't have to worry. I won't hurt you. I just want to teach you our language, for Germany and Prussia. Let's start out with something like... Was the food good?"
"Was the food good?" America repeated. The man sighed, once he realized that this will take a while...
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America saw the sun come and go for seven days. He learned enough German, so he could talk to Canada through-out the day, until someone came in with food. He quickly ranked the men from who he hated the most, to who was tolerable.
The man of the day was somewhere in the middle of America's imaginary graph. The man had two ceramic plates of bread. There's white, and rye here." He placed the two plates on the ground. "Can you tell me which one is which... America?"
"Um..." He picked up a roll off of the plate. "This one is the white one. Plus, it resembles the color "white" more than the rye does."
The man of the day smiled. "Very good!"
"May I eat now, sir?" He wasn't sure what that meant, exactly, but it usually means that he gets to eat, without being punished. (Which would usually be a punch, or a kick to the gut.)
"Yes, of course."
"Thank you." He stuffed his face with the roll. He was hungry.
"You're welcome. Someone will be here with water, later. Now then, what should I make Canada say, for food?" He thought about it for a second. "Um... Well, does Canada know why it's called a "roll?" He turned his head towards Canada.
"It's because the bread was rolled up in a ball, before it was baked. Did I use the correct words to explain?"
The man looked surprised. "Y-Yeah. Exactly, actually. 'Good job!" He handed Canada his plate of bread. "The person with the water will probably be the man who will be teaching you more German words and phrases."
Canada nodded. "Okay. Thank you, for the food."
"You're welcome." The man was just about to leave them alone, before America stopped them.
"W-Wait, please. I can't see outside the window. Where are we?"
The man chuckled. "Do you want to see?" He tried picking America up, but America jumped, and scooted away.
"DON'T TOUCH ME!"
He was kicked. "Don't speak a language that isn't German!"
America curled up into himself. "I'm sorry! Don't take our food away, please!"
The man raised an eyebrow at him. "I can't take your food. You two need to eat, so I would get into trouble if I took your food away. By the way, you're in a room, in a ship. We're about a week away from America. We'll be in Germany in about three days. We're literally in the North Atlantic Ocean."
"Okay, so um... What is a "North Atlantic Ocean?"
"Will you let me show you? I'll show Canada, as well, if he wants."
America sighed. "Fine. I'll... Let you show me."
"Good." The man picked America up- successfully, this time. "I'll get someone else to pick you up, Canada. If not, than I'll return shortly."
America was carried outside of the room, for the first time in a week. then, he was carried up the stairs leading to the wheel, so he had a better view of everything around him, which amazed him.
He has never seen so much water in one place before, and they were right in the middle of it. "Uh... How..?"
"None of your people has ventured outside of America?"
"O-Of course we have, just... Not in this way, and not very far, either. Why would you go out until you can see nothing but water?"
"We were asked to take you, and Canada, to Germany."
America groaned. "You keep on mentioning "Germany." So, where IS Germany? And why are we going there?"
"You, and Canada, are going to "become one" with the German nations."
"What does that mean?!"
The man chuckled. "You'll find out, when the time comes."
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It's slow, now, but I'm planning on making it pretty emotional later.
(1) Native American tribe language..? THAT'S what I was going for. XD