Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia
Warnings: Future incest, genderbends, other crap
I believe by the time I'm done with the Hetalia fandom, which, if I ever am, will probably be in about three years, I will have written a fanfiction with every popular Canada pairing. So far, I've only got RusCan and Franada done. So, now it's time for some AmeCan. Nyotalia style, naturally, because I want to do more.
I have...well, four, including Roomies (but that's on hiatus) multi-chapter's going on. =w=;; But this one depends on the feedback of the first chapter. And I Just Don't Know How to Say It and Mon Russe Vampire are my main ones right now. ; c ;
Enjoy~!
Is solace anywhere more comforting than in the arms of a sister. ~Alice Walker
It all started when they first really met each other, like most quickly-spawned romances do.
Ally had trailed along with Alice, chubby cheeks burning and raw red from the cold. England had stuffed the American nation into a gigantic fur coat, accompanied by a pair of awfully large fur boots. The place they were traveling to was bitterly cold almost all year around – at least, that's what Ally had heard from the servants in the house that she (and, occasionally Alice) lived in. So, America was forced to waddle in the snow beside the woman who owned her. At least it was keeping her warm (except for her cheeks, which were going numb).
If anyone from the future had seen her there, they would have probably mistaken her for a balloon.
According to Alice, they were, "going to retrieve your sister. I won her from that prissy French bitch. I can't wait to see the look on the wine freak's face when I take her precious colony away from her! I hope she cries her bloody eyes out!"
The little waddling country could barely remember France. She could only vaguely remember Francine trying to butter her up with promise of delicious treats, but Ally was quite content with Alice's food. For some strange reason, everyone she tells this to suddenly get a shocked expression.
But the promise of a new sister, someone as little as her to play with, was exiting to the American. She had the animals to play with, and sometimes the servants, but Ally felt something nice about knowing she would have a younger sister.
As the pair walked in complete silence, Alice with a shit-eating grin planted on her face, Ally decided that she could protect her little sister like a hero. England had told her that because her sister was colonized long after America, the Northern nation was tiny, despite having a large land mass.
Ally decided that she would help her sister through the bad nights, when there were thunderstorms. And she would help her if there were monsters under her bed, if her new sister believed in those things. America used to, but Alice convinced her that these particular monsters were good people.
She would also help her to learn English – England filled her in on very little info about this cold country, but one of the things that she told Ally was that the girl couldn't speak a lick of English, only French.
The last thing Ally mulled over was that she was going to comfort the Northern girl if she missed Francine. America couldn't stop her yammering brain ever since hearing about the sister.
"England, you forgot to tell me something!" Ally shouted, trying to be heard over the whipping wind. As she opened her mouth, snow flew straight into the gaping hole. For a second Ally was frightened from the cold, fluffy flakes, but she was soon surprised and delighted to find it tasted just like water.
England winced, actually able to hear her colony quite well. Her shrill screaming could be heard over a thunderstorm – Alice knew this little tidbit first hand. "What is it, Ally?"
"What's my little sister's name?" She was still shrieking at the top of her lungs, huffing and puffing and trying to keep in the same pace with Alice.
"Stop caterwauling and I'll tell you."
Ally reluctantly did so, becoming silent except for the small sharp pants. The American was somewhat amazed of how she could see her own breath. Alice continued on like she said she would.
"Her nation name is Canada; her human named is Madeline Bonnefoy." England grimaced at the formal name, as if she bit into something terribly bitter (well, knowing her cooking, it was hard to tell what exactly she thought of as 'bitter'). As she spoke again, her voice was lathed in unmistakeable venom. "Well, the second I get her, her name is being changed to Kirkland. I'll be kind and not change her first name...though it sounds terribly French."
"Made...line...Maddie...her name sounds pretty!" Ally exclaimed, completely bull-dozing over Alice's usual blabber of 'I can't stop talking about how much I hate those Frenchie's'. It wasn't like America hadn't heard all of this before.
Again, that grimace of one with an awful taste on one's tongue stretched across England's face. Her colony wasn't really one to take any notice of the feelings of people around her. The Brit grumbled angrily under her breath, concentrating on the walk ahead.
"I'll call her Maddie. Made...line...is kind of hard to say."
"Uh-huh."
"I'm going to be the best big sister ever."
"Oh?"
"I'm going to protect her."
"Mm."
"Is she going to be living with us forever?"
"Most likely."
"...Are we there yet?"
"Almost. Just try to be patient."
"But it's too far away! I want to see her now!"
"Ally."
"Why is she so far away?"
"Ally."
It was with that last tone, which sounded like a parent who was dangerously close to beating their own kin, that made America finally shut her everlasting trap. The chubby nations instead focused on the frozen water floating around her, attempting to keep her balance, until their destination appeared in the far distance.
The warmth that emitted from the building was a blessing in disguise. Unfortunately, a few minutes into walking through the building, Ally's hands began to buzz and sting and itch, as if bees had someway made their way under her skin. The American stuck her hands in her armpits hastily, trying to keep her mind on 'Canada'. America almost felt bad for the Canadian – she had to grow up in such conditions. She probably didn't even know what 'warmth' really was.
Ally noticed Alice rubbing her hands together vigorously, so perhaps the Brit was having the same troubles with the stinging sensation. This knowledge comforted Ally somewhat.
Finally, after what seemed like hours, the two entered through a pair of glamorous doors, and found themselves in a massive, equally glamorous room. A table that was much longer than it should be stood directly in the middle of the room.
Francine was obvious to spot; she was perched at the far end of the table, her usually well kept hair dishevelled. Even from here, Ally could make out dark circles under the French nation's eyes. She looked like a blonde racoon.
In the left corner of the room, on the same side as France, stood a girl who was as tiny as Ally.
What really struck Ally hard was the way that Madeline's eyes took on the brightest purple hue. As Ally and Alice drew closer to Francine, America noticed that there were small specks of dark violet flickering across her irises.
Once getting over the awestruck shock of her sister's eyes, Ally looked the rest of her over. She was neatly dressed in a fashionable fluffy coat. Golden, silky hair curled down from her head, pooling around her shoulders. In her arms, Madeline clutched a strange stuffed animal, one that, the more Ally thought about it, seemed to have the shape of a bear. But it was as brilliantly white as the snow outside.
Her skin was as white as her odd bear plushie. To Ally, she looked like a life-sized porcelain doll.
Already at a young age, she showed the signs that she was going to be a beauty when older.
"Hello there Francine," Alice greeted with a sneer; eyes-lighting up once she really saw the state France was in. The English woman was definitely enjoying this.
Francine offered no greeting back. Instead, the Frenchwoman raised a hand, showing England the slightly crumpled paper in her hand, her eyes frighteningly dull as she did so. Alice's own orbs were starting to resemble Christmas lights.
The two went to work; the whole while England aimed at a conversation, wanting to retrieve some kind of reaction from the woman she hated; tears, screams of protest, anything that would cause Alice's cheery mood to raise a notch. Instead, Francine kept her composure, staring hard at the papers and signing them quickly with a somehow dull flourish.
Ally stood obediently at England's side, sneaking daring glances at Canada every now and then. Maddie (Ally reached the decision that such a cute nickname was perfect for such a cute girl) looked at poker-faced as her to-be-former owner, despite her ever flickering eyes. The Canadian was pressing her mouth against the back of her plush's head, keeping her eyes casted downwards. So far, she looked peaceful. Maddie didn't seem to take any notice of Ally.
America wanted to go to her, but for some reason that her young mind couldn't conjure up at the moment, she felt as if she couldn't. She was never afraid of approaching people – so why was this emotion popping up now?
"Well, now that that's all said and done with," England said at last, straightening herself, the grin that Ally would come to hate years later stamped on her face. She turned to Maddie, reaching an arm forward and beckoning for the girl to come to her. "Come here Canada."
Maddie brought her head up, just in time for the three nations present to see her face crumple. Instead of going to Alice, the Canadian immediately fled to Francine, attaching to the Frenchwoman's leg with a vice grip. A second later she started to wail.
"Maman! Maman! Maman! Maman! Je ne veux pas aller!" Canada cried between sobs, burying her angelic face into France's leg.
For the first time ever in the life she knew, Ally's heart began to throb painfully, like her hands had before, from seeing her new sister cry. The American took a step forward, feeling the sudden urge of wanting to comfort her. England's eyes flashed in alarm. Alice roughly clutched America's shoulder, pulling her backwards, almost causing her to fall flat on her ass. Ally goggled up at England with almost comical surprise.
"Don't touch her," England hissed into the American's ears, in a tone that was just daring Ally to contradict her. For the third time today, America went into a reluctant silence.
Francine, completely ignoring the other two, gathered Canada into her arms, and turned away, whispering gentle French into the Canadian's ears, tears starting to roll down her own face. Eventually, Maddie's sobs died down to small hiccoughs and sniffles. She buried her head into France's chest, repeating a small 'Maman' every now and then. England got soon tired of waiting.
"Can we hurry this bloody thing up already?" she snapped, causing both Francine and Madeline to flinch. "The little ankle-biter officially belongs to me now."
France offered a contemptuous, brief glance to the Brit, and then lowered Maddie to the ground. The Northern nation's face went devoid of any emotion once more, again making her look like an oversized doll. She tightened the grip on her bear.
With no last words, France left the room.
After Francine made her leave, Alice kneeled before Maddie, looking the young nation in the eye. "Vous serez venir vivre avec nous aujourd'hui (you'll be coming to live with us now)." Her accent came out painfully rough.
Ally stared at England, unaware that her owner knew how to speak French.
Maddie didn't say anything; merely kept on looking at Alice with a thousand-meter stare.
The walk home had been uneventful; England basked in the wonderful silence, since she never exactly got it while around Ally. The Brit had her new ward curled in her arms, the Canadian keeping hushed, her stunning eyes leaking small tears every now and then. Ally had found the noiseless atmosphere to be quite un-settling.
When they entered the warm, sunny house, Alice set Maddie down on the floor of the porch, told Ally that she had to go do some work, and ordered the American to take care of her new sister, entirely forgetting that Ally didn't know any French. Ally was instantly filled with the sisterly responsibility she had been feeling before.
"Can you do this one thing without losing her?" England asked, not even sparing Ally a glance.
America snapped a sloppy salute, nearly smacking herself in the forehead. "I'll take care of her."
Alice shot her a look, frowning a bit, but left the two in the porch anyways. Ally turned to her abnormally quiet new sister, smiling radiantly.
"Okay Maddie –it's okay if I call you Maddie right? - , my name is America –or Ally- and from now on I'm going to be your big sister!" Ally chirped, reaching out a hand to grasp one of Canada's. Maddie's eye abruptly lit up with life…and fear. The Canadian quickly made space between her and Ally, clutching her polar bear tighter.
"Si vous plait, d-don't touch me," Canada mumbled softly through a thick accent, shifting her stuffie's weight in her arms.
Ally's face brightened. "You can speak English!" Her expression then softened. "It's okay Maddie. I'm your big sister; I won't ever hurt you!" She reached out again, but slowly, questioningly. People would later speculate that Ally was much more gentle and understanding as a child.
Canada didn't flinch this time – but her stuffed animal let out a fearsome growl.
America practically flew backwards, eyes wide, realizing that this obviously was a real animal. A second later she had recovered, and was all grins and shining eyes. "That's so cool! What's his name?"
Purple eyes glared at Ally with undisguised mistrust. "Iz a her. Her name iz Kumarie."
"What is she?"
"Polah bear."
"Oh wow," Ally breathed, gazing down at Kumarie. The polar bear glared back up at her, snuffing angrily, peeling back her lips to reveal sharp canines. America rose her eyes to meet Maddie's again, unfazed by the dangerous creature. "Let's go into the house. You have to meet everybody! I think they'll all like you."
"I don't want to. I want Maman," Canada said simply, before again bursting into loud sobs. Her weeping sounded like that of a child who was getting used to punishment. The Canadian slid down back onto the floor, kneeling.
Ally gaped at her, faintly hearing the sounds of footsteps coming towards them. One of the maids or someone probably could hear her crying.
"No, don't cry Maddie!" the American thumped down to her own knees, skinning them through her thin pants and not caring, clumsily wrapping her stubby arms around Canada's skinny frame. Madeline took one of her arms from Kumarie and half-hugged Ally back, spouting out French between her cries. Ally felt very sudden, very simple love for this girl she barely knew.
An instant later, before a bewildered maid came rushing into the porch, Ally began to cry as well. Crying was almost contagious among little kids, even the hard-headed ones like America that didn't seem to be bothered by anything. Besides, there was just something terrible about the weariness in Canada's sobs that broke Ally's heart to pieces, and caused her to hate Alice for a moment.
I'll protect you forever, America thought as Emily, the maid was that mentioned earlier (she had always been Ally's favourite; Emily was such a pretty name), made her grand entrance, afraid that Ally had gotten hurt. To say the least, the maid was surprised to see the American crying with a small girl in her arms. It doesn't matter what happens or where we go, you'll always be mine, and I'll always protect you. No monsters will claim you as their own, and no scary, loud noises at night will hurt you.
Emily scooped the two wailing girls up, coming to the conclusion that the other girl was the one that America and England had gone to pick up. She had heard from other servants that England would know claim the land above America, due to her winning the Seven Years War. Emily, a rather kind woman, never had a problem with nations, always saw them as human, and felt bad for the homesick little blonde.
The English maid brought the sisters into the room where Ally usually played in on a rainy day and comforted them to the best of her abilities, stripping them of their winter clothes, commenting on how lovely Maddie's accent was, and becoming filled with delight when Canada offered the smallest, but genuine, smile.
Emily then stood in the background, watching the North American nations converse with each other. She was getting up there in the years, and her memory had gone somewhat stale and dry, but she could still see the spark that was beginning to bud between the girls. She could easily see how Ally was trying desperately to obtain a smile from the other girl.
Ally wasn't aware of it, and wouldn't be for years to come, but she had fallen in love right there and then, when her body was that of a seven year old human, and Maddie's a five-year olds. She had fallen in love with a girl; a girl, who no less, was supposed to share her own blood. They were born on the same land; their borders touched each other, so they shared similar blood. Nevertheless, Ally was head-over-heels.
Emily took in every little fact of this as she watched them.
She merely hoped that Alice would never find out.
While writing this, I tried to find English lingo to write with it. HOLY SHIT, THERE IS SOOOO MUCH. There was actually a lot I didn't even know was originally British…Anyways…
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