The Story of America

by Esperanza-para-todos

America had to start somewhere to be the person he is right now. He had to go through the loss of his Mother Native America. He had to forgive and live with Britain. He had to learn the ways of his people. The people who came to his country. He had to figure what he was and how he will protect his people from outside forces. He had to learn to to be his own self.

Author's Note: It took a lot of courage of mine to publish this so here it is.

Disclamer: I totally dont own Hetalia. It belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya

When Native America was born she remembered the feeling of suffocation. She couldn't breathe, she couldn't smell, hear or speakshe couldn't even move. It was maddening until she felt it the sounds of her lands; the water the crashed on the shores, the wind that blew through the large plains of her land, and she could hear the heartbeats of her people. She could sense their motions of crossing a bridge towards her : their new home.

Native America remembered waking up with a gasp. She sat upright observing her surroundings knowing that she was in the center of her land. She observed that she was in a forest when she woke up. Tall trees shielding her from sunlight. Forest animals scurryings alongside her with no fear. Native America remembered crouching down onto the soil grabbing handfuls of dirt and thinking: I am the land – The land is me.

She remembered taking cautious and fumbling steps towards a nearby creek. She remembered the water mirroring her movements. Native America saw that she was an adult, with long dark black hair that reached to her waistline, she had dark brown skin and dark black eyes that complimented the piece of clothing she had on. She was wearing an animal skin dress that reached to her thigh and that was decorated with tin cones and bead work along with a dangling bead necklace and stringed bracelets. Native America knew this was the clothing her people wore.

She had a feeling of excitement with the thought of her people. She could sense them starting to finally step on her land. She wanted to see them. Native America ran towards them, she felt empowered as the land moved behind her as she ran. When she arrived she noticed the large amount of people- no her people, stepping onto her the land mass. She remembers her people feeling exhausted and a strange new emotion of Hope. Her people stopped when they saw her and stared at her when she arrived, their eyes looking up and down at her, their eyes acknowledging her as they continued walking towards the unknown land deserting the bridge.

Native America saw all them walking away from her but a new emotion emerged from herself: the urge to protect her people. Native America noticed a young boy squirming from his mother grip as he rushed toward her. He stopped before her pointing towards the other end of the bridge. Native America saw it was another person , a man who felt familiar to her. She felt the name Asia blowing in the land and at that moment Native America knew who he was: he was the same as she.

His eyes interlocked onto hers and nodded as he turned away from her. Native America knew that these people were her responsibility and she would protect them or die trying. The little boy grabbed her attention as he gave her kiss on her cheek and ran back toward his mother. Native America smiled towards them as the mother scolded her child for running off . Native America knew that she wasn't alone their was about to be others out there. Not all of them would be friendly. She felt a strange feeling of anxiety but she would give up her life in order to ensure her people's safety hopefully it won't come to that. Native America satisfied with her speech turned around towards her people the feeling of wholeness and happiness.