Maple Leafs are Red and Freedom Stars are Blue

So this is my first Hetalia fanfiction. This one is going to be about Fem!Canada and male America. This plot line is going to start at the founding of Canada by the Europeans, right up to the present. I will be recapturing famous Canadian triumphs throughout history. I'll interconnect the historical moments with the typical Hetalia style. I disclaim!

Now on with show!
Chapter 1

New France 1608

The little child ran through the forest with her tiny white bear trailing after her. Her wild blonde hair flowed behind her, the violet shade of her eyes glowed against the growing dusk in the distance. The sun was setting just beyond the green tree line; the child ran as fast as her little legs could carry her.

She came across a small pond in the middle of the woods; its water glistened merrily against the dimming light. The girl gazed into the blue waters at her own reflection. She was dressed in a flowing white night gown; it was just short enough that one could see her chubby toddler feet. She wore no shoes, for she liked the freedom of bare feet and the coolness of grass on her skin. She had pale skin and sandy blonde hair; a single loose curl mischievously fell right between her eyes. Her eyes were the most unique part of her; they were the colour of freshly cut violets rimmed with blue like morning dew. They sparkled just like the deep water of the tiny pond.

Suddenly her tiny polar bear ran up behind her, bumping into the back of her legs. The little girl turned to face the bear; she bent down and picked him up in her arms.

"Oh Kumajiro, are you as thirsty as I am?"

"Who are you?" The white bear question.

The blonde girl paused for a moment. That was a good question, who was she?

"I don't know."

She never really thought about it before. She has spent the majority of her life just wondering around the land; memorizing every mountain and valley. She lived off nature; never staying in one place for very long, the nomadic life style worked for her. She enjoyed the freedom that wildlife gave her. She roamed around freely; eating the freshest fruits and berries she could find. The inhabitants of the land named their own regions but they never united, so she was left nameless.

Kumajiro looked up at his unknown owner, "Thirsty."

The girl shook herself out of her thoughts, "Oh right? I'm so sorry, I almost forgot!"

She placed Kumajiro gently on the grass before she crouched down in front of the pond's edge. She scooped some cool water in pudgy toddler hand and brought it up to her lips and took a sip. She then turned to Kumajiro and carried the water up to his dark nose. The polar bear meekly licked the girl's palm as she scratched his head.

"It's good isn't it?"

Kumajiro let out a satisfied growl to show his appreciation.

The girl then stood up to her full height, and looked around the secluded woods. It was practically silent, no birds were singing, no animals were rustling around in the bushes, not even the crickets were chirping. The girl was beginning to become nervous; generally when the animals disappeared; it gave a foreboding sense for the future.

Kumajiro also noticed this and turned to his owner, "What's wrong?"

The little girl raised her pale eyebrows in worry, "I'm not sure."

Suddenly, there was a clamorously sound shot through the dead silence like a clap of thunder. Only it wasn't. The little girl looked up; there wasn't a cloud in the reddening sky. There was an echoing sound of a tree crashing to the ground; the girl had heard this sound many times in her life. The inhabitants of the land cut down trees all the time in order to build their homes. This time was different though, usually the inhabitants would have a ceremony before and after they cut down trees, one could hear their chanting throughout the woods. There was no chanting this time, just callous silence and destruction. This action was happening too close to her for comfort.

"Come here, Kuma." She held out her arms for her polar bear to jump into them.

Kumajiro immediately did what she said; he leaped into her tiny toddler arms. He nuzzled against her neck, tickling her with his wet nose. The little girl tightens her grip on her bear as the sound of men approached their clearing.

She heard their voices before she saw them, they spoke in a tongue she had never heard before. It wasn't a language that her inhabitants communicated with, it was strange. The girl began to bite her bottom lip, a habit that she picked up when she was nervous. The footfalls of the men's foot falls echoed as they entered the clearing. She began to shake in anxiety as the first man came into sight.

He was taller than she expected; the size of an adult. He wore strange clothes that none of the inhabitants wore; the garments were the colour of the bluest sky and plain beige. His skin was as pale as hers, much unlike the colour of the inhabitants' skin which was a deep rustic. His jaw was sculpted to perfection; wisps of blonde hair growing on his chin. He had hair that was longer than her own short curls and the colour of sunrays; his eyes were a deep cerulean that shined deeper than the ocean.

The man gracefully stalked towards her, his body towered over hers. His placed his hands on his hips as his looked down at her; he crooked an eyebrow at her nervous shaking.

"Qui avons-nous ici?" He questioned the nameless girl.

Realization shot through the girl; she remembered the villagers telling her about the strange white men who showed up at the coasts for trading. She remembered that the villagers disliked the strange men after they destroyed the great village of Stadacona. They said that the white men kidnapped Stadacona's beloved chief Donnacona. The strange men took away the great chief back to their homeland but he never survived the trip. The tribe of Stadacona was furious and refused to trust the strange men ever again.

The girl couldn't look him in the eye, "I don't know."

A small smile formed on the man's lips, "Je m'appelle Francis. Vous n'avez pas les parents, pensez-vous?"

"I'm all alone." She muttered sadly as she cuddled Kumajiro tighter.

The blonde man's, Francis, eyes softened, he knew what it was like to be lonely. After all, he had spent centuries in loneliness.

"Vous pouvez venir avec moi et vous n'aurez jamais à être plus jamais seul."

The little girl couldn't understand a word the man said but she felt a strong amount of companionship coming from him; she did not need to understand the words. Perhaps they were alike; possibly she didn't have to wonder the world alone anymore.

"Will you be my father?" She asked with all the innocence in the world.

Francis' sky blue eyes shone with unshed tears, "Bien sûr, je le ferai ma chérie."

She didn't know how the man understood what she was saying; she supposed that the inhabitants must have taught him their language. He held out a hand for her; she smiles softly as she took it.

One of the other men that came with the blonde man spoke up, "Excusez-moi Monsieur Bonnefoy. Monsieur de Champlain, vous souhaite revenir sur le navire."

Francis nodded to the other man, "Allez ma chérie. Nous devons y aller maintenant."

"We're going to have a home now, Kuma" She said to her polar bear.

"We can only hope." The bear muttered.

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The blonde man led her through the woods and towards the coast. She held his hand the entire way; he guided her so she wouldn't trip over any roots.

She heard the roaring of waves crashing against the shore as they walked out onto the beach. A huge ship was anchored a little off shore; it was very impressive. It was far more intimidating than any canoe that any villagers made; it almost crowded the whole shoreline. The girl would be lying if she said that it didn't scare her.

There were many people waiting for them; several she recognized from close by villages. They were the Chiefs of the tribes; they stood pensively together in their ceremonial headdresses and sashes. There were also men that looked like the blonde man; dressed in their strange clothes. One man was different from the rest; he stood put with such regality. He was as tall as the blonde man but more rounded across his stomach. His skin was pasty; he a point beard that was the colour of ebony. His eyes matched his beard; dark but held a shred of mystery and more than a bit of intelligence.

Francis beamed with admiration as they approached the regal man, "Monsieur Champlain. Je vous ai apporté un passager supplémentaire pour notre équipage."

The man that was known as Champlain turned to the Blonde man with a contemptuous look before he glanced down at the girl. She felt his dark gaze string into her violet ones. She didn't like his gaze; it was as if he was assessing her stature. She gripped Francis' hand tighter in nervousness.

Champlain spoke then, "Vous aurez à prendre soin d'elle, Bonnefoy"

Francis grinned happily, "Bien sûr, mon seigneur."

Champlain turned to the rest of the crew members and pointed towards the massive ship, "Nous allons mettre à la voile immédiatement."

Champlain turned on his heel then and led the way to his ship. Francis gave her an encouraging glance and pulled her with him as they followed the other men, "Viens avec moi, ma chérie."

Suddenly one of the Chiefs spoke up and made his way towards them.

"You cannot take her with you! She is sacred to our people. She belongs here."

Francis paused and turned to face the men, "Je suis désolé, mes Amis. Je dois l'emmener, je suis son destin."

The Chief gave Francis pleading eyes, "Please let her stay, she belongs with us, with her own people."

The girl wiggled free from Francis and turned to face all the Chiefs, "I will return one day. Have no worries. I have to grow up first then I will become someone that you can be proud of."

With that all the Chiefs stopped arguing and let Francis take her towards the ship.

Francis turned to look at her and spoke in her native tongue, "Are you ready to finally have a home, little one?"

The girl nodded and hugged Kumajiro once again, "Oui."

Well the first chapter is finally done, and in the next one fem ChibiCanada will finally get her name which will be given to her by none other than Monsieur Bonnefoy. They will be sailing to France and fem ChibiCanada will be staying at Francis' home. So in this first the countries aren't humans but incarnations of the countries themselves; kind of like gods. You might get to meet Arthur but I'm not too sure about meeting ChibiAmerica just yet. Anyway please R it makes me write faster!