CHENOA – Native American Name, meaning DOVE
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A tall, tan-skinned female sat, dark hair hanging just below her waist, olive green eyes resting on the bickering two in front of her. She was easily ignored, and few believed she really counted as a country. They just thought she was a person that lived in the same house as the colony. That was all.
Meet Native America. The girl with the headdress. The girl that isn't afraid to fight.
"Arthur, please-"
"This is not over, America."
The door was slammed in Arthur's face. A teenager, he was. So young, so stupid. His innocence and naïveté was the only reason she was around him in the first place Arthur hadn't even known she existed. Tch. British men.
Not that Alfred was much better.
"Chenoa...?"
Native America perked up at her real name, head tilting. "Yes, child?" She asked calmly, quietly.
"Chenoa, is wanting to be my on my own such a bad thing?"
The tan skinned woman had to think about that. If she said no, it was not, then he would fight. He would fight with everything he had. Against England. She believed in no. But... if she said yes, he would take back what he said, apologize to England, and everything would be normal again. She liked normal.
Chenoa frowned. "Alfred, know that whatever you choose to do, I will not back up your decision. Should you go to war, you may or may not have other allies. Should you decide against war, you will have to deal with the taxes alone."
She stared, watching the fire burst behind blue eyes. "Chenoa, I'm going to war."
The so-called 'indian' gave a bright smile. "Good. Nobody likes that nasty Arthur, anyway."
Just the beginning of my introduction to a character that doesn't exist. Chenoa is my character, but if anyone wants to use her (And who would want to?) that's fine. I'm trying to put in the stereotypes, but that'll have to wait until later.
This'll probably be just random drabbles about her. And it will probably have USxUK in it, or FrancexUK, or something along those lines. Don't worry. I will warn you in the case that they come up.
My next chapter must be craaack. .__. Because this one was too... I don't know... based off the 4th of July? Independence day?
Am I the ony American who hates Independence day? I feel so unpatriotic. I love my Chenoa. She's so special.