FYI: 1. Hetalia is not mine. Go figure, right?
2. I'm a lazy American. So first name are human names. Last names are countries.
3. Enjoy and comment!
Chapter one. Meeting America and England.
Victoria Angelica Seychelles really knew nothing outside her home in Paris. The only thing she did know was Mathew Canada was her brother and Francis France was her Papa.
As Victoria walked up the steps from her rose garden, where her and Francis spent most their time together, she noticed a boy a little older then Mathew standing on the porch. He looked uncomfortable in a tuxedo and shifted side to side.
It was Mathew is calling her name that broke her gaze from the boy "Chelle! Come meet someone."
Victoria skipped her way to her older brother and smiled, "oui, Canida."
Her brother smiled at his nickname 'Canida' and proceeded to introduce the other boy, "Chelle this is your step brother. Alfred America."
The boy named Alfred smiled and hugged the little girl, "where gunna have fun, right Chelle?"
Victoria frowned, "Only Canida calls me Chelle. You can call me Victoria." she stomped her foot to look more demanding.
Alfred laughed, "Okay…. Hey wait, can I call you Tori then? Victoria sounds so proper. And you can call me Al instead of Alfred."
Victoria smiled "All right, Al." She then took both the boys' hands and led them to the other porch where Papa and the mean British man sat.
"Papa," Victoria smiled as she saw Francis face light up as she called him.
Francis reached his arms out and picked up the small girl with a smile. "Angel, how are you getting along with your new brother?"
Victoria giggled and whispered, "He doesn't speak French, Papa."
Francis smiled "I know he doesn't, but don't hold it against him, okay?"
The mean British man finally spoke to Victoria for the first time (even though it wasn't a memorable statement), "Frog, you need to stop dressing that little girl like a bloody sly-"
Al put his hand over the man's mouth. The introduced his father figure to his new sister, "This is Arthur England. Say hi Arthur."
Arthur frowned, "Hello. Vicky Seychelles." was all he said nice to the girl.
All Victoria did was nod as he creepily smiled at her trying to be nice.
~Later that night: Francis and Arthur out in the garden talking. ~
"Why the bloody hell is she not in school yet?"
"All in good time. Not yet; couldn't let my Angel go yet."
"Your selfish aren't you, twat?"
"Mother England, let's talk about America, non."
"Shut up."
"Don't bring up my little ones I'll leave yours alone."
It was then Arthur hacked a plain. He smiled to himself, once he puts that girl in school, she will be my colony.