-Chapter 1-
1607. Acquaintance
I never forgot the moment I gazed into his eyes.
His eyes were blue as sparkling azure and innocent as an angel. His light blonde hair fell down his face in a wild manner- not as feral as mine although.
"Mr. England...?" he softly murmured. It was a gentle, quiet voice much like fragile ripples against a serene pond. The boy's stare fell upon me.
"Of course. America." At that moment, I took his pale hand in mine.
"Tea's on me, okay?" I offered, beginning to walk. America nodded, a smile upon his face. Which brought a smile upon mine too.
The thoughts of finding America raced back to my head. It was a frantic struggle with France- the winner keeps the child. And against all odds, America picked me. Even will my terrible cooking.
Drops of rain started to fall. I stared into a nearby puddle. My hair was golden and scruffy as hell. (It literally looked like that I have never used a brush before in my life!) My eyes were green accompanied by a pair of thick eyebrows which I have grown to love.
I stared at America's reflection. There were no similarities between us at all apart from our comparable hair colours. Would he ever feel happy living with someone like me? Maybe he would have a better life with France. If he ever felt left out, it would all be my fault.
I changed my view back to America. The poor boy had fallen asleep while still holding my hand. I chuckled under my breath as I picked him up and shielded him from the rain.
"Good night to you too America..."