Disclaimer: I don't own hetalia.

Warning: There might be some feels. but I'm not telling~

The little girl stared off as the ships left, leaving behind empty houses that she knew they weren't coming back to. A terrible emptiness filled her heart as the boats disappeared into the horizon.

As she turned to go into the forest, she saw a woman with long black hair and dark skin. The woman stared at her, gestured to the houses, then to her. The girl understood that the woman, whom she had decided was petty, was not just asking if this was her home, but more. She wanted to know if this was her.

Tentatively, the girl nodded. The pretty woman walked over to her and kneeled down so that they were roughly the same height. She asked "What is your name, little one?"

The girl didn't know how she understood the woman; she had only heard pieces of the native language before, but she understood completely. "Vinland" she answered softly.

The pretty woman gestured around again. "Is this Vinland?" she nodded again and the woman continued, "I do not think Vinland is here anymore. The people have left, haven't they child. How do you feel?"

"Empty," Said Vinland.

The woman nodded sadly. "Would you like to come and live with me, little one?"

Her eyes widened and she nodded her head vigorously. "Yes!"

"Then we shall call you…" the woman looked Vinland up and down, felt her hair, and examined her tiny hands. "…village. Little one, you are now the Village."

Her eyes filled with tears as the emptiness inside her began to dissipate; it was still there, but it was much, much less.

The woman smiled and stood up. "Come, I shall show you your new home," she said as she started to walk away.

The girl ran after her "But wait! You know my name, but I do not know yours." She noticed the new language rolled of her tongue as naturally as if she had spoken it all her life.

The woman turned back and smiled. "You may call me Beothuk."

The girl looked at the woman; she even had a pretty name. "C-can I call you mama?"

The woman looked a little taken aback by the question. Then she smiled warmly. "If I can call you my Little One."

The little girl smiled. "Alright, mama." She said.

Mama Beothuk held out her hand "Come little one, walk with me." And she took her hand and walked with her new Mama.

. . . . . .

Many years had passed since the little girl had met Mama Beothuk, and many generations had come and gone, when she felt a pull in her gut towards the mainland. She needed to go there, as soon as possible, but she had no idea why.

"Mama, I think I need to go across the sea, to the big land." She said.

Beothuk kneeled down "Why do you think that, Little One?" she asked.

"I feel a new people" As it slipped from her lips, Little One new it was true. There was a new people settling out there, and they had something to do with her.

The woman smiled sadly, placing her hand on top of Little One's head. "Then you must go, for if you don't, you will regret it forever." And she hugged her Little One tightly before sending her off to discover her fate, with tears sliding down her cheeks.

. . . . . .

On her travels, Little One, or Village as she came to be commonly known as, met many people. She spoke to them and stayed with them for a day before moving on. They all seemed to know who she was, and welcomed her into their village.

She would pick up their language quickly and speak to the people around her, telling them stories and in return they would share tales that had been passed down through their cultures.

Village loved to hear the peoples' stories; how the world came to be, how people should live, how the fish came to the sea. She loved the people she met, the houses, the animals and the forest too. She felt such love and joy when she wandered the lands that she didn't want to stop exploring them.

But still, something deep within her still called her away from the people, away from the stories. She followed the feeling to where the river narrowed, to where a strange people where gathered. They were pale, and some had light hair, yet they seemed familiar in a way. Village then looked at herself and realized that they looked like her.

She had golden hair that fell around her shoulders in messy locks, her skin was pale, and, though she didn't believe it, Mama had told her that her purple eyes could rival any sunrise.

She wandered over to the new people. Weaving in and out of them, they seemed not to notice her she wasn't sure what she was looking for until a man stopped in front of her and kneeled down to her eye level.

"ewiuhriuh nooiwurnak cxvwwqrexc?" he said.

The girl stared at him, in all her life she had never met someone she didn't understand at all. She tilted her head to the side and furrowed her eyebrows, looking for answers in the man's blue eyes. None came, but the man realized that she didn't understand him when she didn't answer.

He put his hands on his chest, and spoke slowly and clearly, "Francis," he said.

Village nodded and did the same, speaking in the last language she had spoken. "Kanata."

Francis smiled at her and stood up. Village decided she liked the man; he was nice and made her feel safe.

As she looked around at the people, she felt somewhere deep inside her the emptiness lessen even more.

A/N: I'm acctually quite excited about this. :D not a very exciting first chapter but oh, well.

History Time~

I'll be brief. Sherlock is calling.

There's ruins of a Vicking settling in Newfoundland. That's Vinland.

The Beothuk people were the Native people of Newfoundland.

Quebec was the fisrt permanenet French settlement (besides Vinland). It was founded by an explorer, Samuel de Champlain, in 1608...I think...

That's all the history right now.

I find I right in a wierd, funky style; using he and she a lot and switching between names and such. I hope I don't confuse anyone.

And I am sort of working on Staying, but I needed to get this out of my head.