A/N: Hello! So this story was inspired by my friends at amino when we were talking about Canada fanfictions. I hope you like it! This is most likely going to be a one or two shot btw.
Warning: OOC Canada
"Speaking in Inuktitut"*
"Speaking in another langague"
Inuktitut is the Canadian inuit langague
Wild
Prologue
Canada was tired. Tired of pretending to be a sweet, shy passive nation. Tired of everyone always forgetting him. Tired of being left behind.
Now, don't get me wrong, he knew he could put a stop to it, but he had kept this facade for so long that it somehow became natural. By now you're propably confused. Sweet, shy Canada, always forgotten, putting a stop to being ignored? It seemes impossible right? He was, afterall, raised by France, the nation of Love, the one who lost multiple wars. Matthew was raised to be proper, not to be a fighter.
What every nation (even America, though he couldn't blame him for that) didn't know, was that he was much older than Anerica. There was never a native Canada, just Canada. He didn't have a mother, he just had the wilderness. He never told anyone, and because he and America were basically the only ones on the continent (Mexico never talked to them) they called themselves brothers. America always thought that native America was also his mother, but never actually asked her. So, Canada considered America his brother but always stayed on his own land.
Everyone (if they even remembered him) thought that native was his mother. Everyone thought he was America's brother, if not twin. The only reason that they looked similiar was the fact that they had very similiar cultures. But Canada actually used to have darker hair, skin, and more squinted eyes. He could still look like that if he wanted, but decided not to. He wanted to, he was a inuit at heart, but the world was changing.
He wanted to go hunt moose and other animals with KumaJiji, wanted to go fishing on the large lakes, wanted to wear the old fur coats in his basement, or even make new ones. He wanted to go out to the north and watch the aurora with the tribe he was apart of for years.
But he couldn't.
No one now thought it was acceptable. No one except his people in the north accepted him and let him be who he was. Not the polite shy Canada, but a strong warrior who deserved respect.
But he would show them. He was done pretending to be shy and polite. He was done looking like someone he wasn't, because what no one knew, was that inside he was...
Wild.
A/N: so what did you guys think?