The Flower Child

In the 17th century, many nations in Europe were trying to exploit the New World discovered by Columbus barely a century ago. Spain had managed to get a foothold before everyone else and even founded colonies in the new land.

France and England were especially envious when Spain returned to the European Court with an unexpected guest.

"I'd like to introduce my little brother," He told the nations of Europe. Before the court stood a small boy with dark hair and equally dark eyes. His clothes were loose and he carried a copious bunch of tropical flowers in his arms.

"After making much of South America and the Caribbean into your servants, you decide this one is your brother?" England asked accusingly. One of his this eyebrows was raised in suspicion.

"Don't forget Mexico," France noted. The others looked on Spain with distrust.

"He has much to learn," Spain relied, shrugging off their indignant stares, "In due time he may come to be a true member of my family. He shall work among my servants for now..."
"Figures." Muttered England.

"Well, does he have a name?" France kneeled down as he accepted a flower from the child.

"I..." The little boy was eager to speak, but Spain put a finger to his lips.

"Florida," Spain said cooly, "I named him for the land he was wandering...a land abundant in the flowers he now holds."

"Florida? That's such a girly name for a boy." England protested.

"I...I thought it was ok," said the little boy, "Although there is also a swamp where I live, I would prefer Florida to Swampland."

Spain chuckled to himself as he brushed back his own dark hair. He dusted off his elegant suit before shooing Florida away.

"Florida tells me that there are other children in the New World like himself. He calls them...his family." Spain glanced over at the other nations. France and England found themselves eager upon hearing this statement. The blond duo leaned in intently. In the background, Spain could see Finland, The Netherlands, and others in Europe roused by sudden interest. Perhaps they could find these children for themselves?

"He has a family?" Portugal asked in the background, eager to get a piece of the action.

"Siblings and Cousins, I assume," said Spain.

"Say... did you not acquire a young man in your care? I believe you named him Brazil."
Portugal said nothing as he fiddled with his bright cufflinks. Spain excused himself, saying affairs at home needed his attention.

The nations of Europe looked at each other.

"I'd like to see this new world," mused France.

"Not if I get there first!" England interjected.

"Hey, what about me?"

"And me?"

Soon, the other nations raced off to prepare for their journey to the New World.

To Be Continued