Scotland looked around the little village that his colonists had managed to build over the last few weeks. It had been hard work, especially with all the heat, humidity and the insects that insisted on trying to bleed them dry, but it was built and that was all that mattered to the Celtic nation. He'd heard tell from some of the native people that had helped the colonists out about a small boy that had been seen in the jungle around the village. The child didn't appear to have any parents or guardians around and he was wearing nothing but a white smock with a ribbon at the neck. This intrigued Scotland since this matched his brother's description of little America when he had initially found the colony. Scotland ducked underneath the vines that cut across his path and walked a little further into the jungle, hand kept ready on his claymore just in case. The red-haired nation heard a rustle nearby and gripped the pommel of his claymore and pushed the leaves blocking his field of view aside. Scotland started as he suddenly found himself face to face with a small child that looked no older than maybe three years old, wearing a simple white smock with a blue ribbon tied in a bow at his neck. The child froze, his eyes going wide as he realised that this rather large stranger had found him. Scotland blinked for a few moments before he realised exactly what this child actually was, an all too familiar sensation tugging at his heart. He smiled and crouched down to the child's eye level,
"Well hello there wee one." He greeted, "What's a wee laddie like you daein' oot here in the wilderness like this?" he asked gently. The little boy relaxed a little when he realised that the red-haired stranger was not going to hurt him,
"I live out here." He replied, "Why are you here?" he asked, now becoming curious. Scotland chuckled,
"I'm here to help my friends start off a new life. It's difficult tae get by where we come from right now." He explained. The child nodded in understanding,
"People in the other houses in the jungle find it difficult here." He said. Scotland cocked his head to the side,
"I bet they do." He agreed, he then furrowed his eyebrows a little, "Dae ye have a name?" he asked. The child shook his head, his hair waving into his eyes at the gesture. Scotland smiled, "How about Darien then?" he asked. The child nodded and smiled,
"That sounds nice." He said, "What's your name?" he asked. Scotland laughed,
"I'm Scotland." He replied. Darien giggled,
"Funny name." He finally managed to say, "You're really nice, do you want to be my big brother?" he asked. Scotland's smile widened into a grin,
"I would be honoured tae be yer big brother." He said. Darien squealed happily and ran into Scotland's arms,
"Yay, big brother Scotland." He cried, causing Scotland to laugh as he picked the little colony up and hug him,
"Och, ye're such guid wee laddie." He chuckled as the child nuzzled into his chest, yawned and started to doze off, "Dinnae you worry wee one, I'll make sure ye grow up into a fine wee colony an' that nae harm comes tae ye." He told the now sleeping child nestled securely in his arms. Scotland looked back through the jungle to where to colonist's village was still being finished off,
"It's goin' tae be a long, hard slog an' there's goin' tae be a whole heap o' problems wi' the Spanish colonists at some point..." he sighed and looked back down at the child with a soft smile, "But I'm sure we'll manage somehow. We always dae." He muttered, confident that no matter what problems arose he'd see the benefits of coming out here eventually.