The first in a series of historical oneshots, including Spain, England, France, and possibly an OC for Portugal. Based off of the first colonization in the America's.

This is the result of me being home alone and sick.

Also, the passage mentioned in the first paragraph is the North American Passage, which many explorers from England and France went searching for. They believed there was a water route to Asia that went over the land mass now known as America. Sadly, they were encountered by another land mass.

Anyway, enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, or any of the characters in this story.

Francis grumble to himself as he and the rest of his scouting party stumbled throught the snow covered forest. He was cold, he was hungry, and he was convinced that his King was insane. There was no passage through this frozen, uncivilized land.

After a few more minutes, France turned to the men behind him "Stop." He said, "We'll camp here."

The party sighed in relief and began setting up camp. The nation wandered away from the campsite and came to rest upon a fallen tree. He put his head in his hands, and began wandering off towards sleep. It was just within reach…

A soft, quiet giggle echoed through the wood. France lifted his head quickly, his body jerking in the direction of the laugh. The forest had fallen silent again. Snow began falling gently.

Francis was on his feet in a second grabbing his musket and slinging it over his shoulder. He ran off, away from his scouts, and towards the sound of the laugh.

Eventually, the trees the blonde had been running through broke into a clearing, broken only by a small creek running through the center. Sitting by the creek, playing with a small white bear, was a child, blonde and clad in a long nightshirt.

Francis took a small step forward, his boots crunching on the snow. The child started, lifting his head, turning away from the bear. Big, violet eyes stopped on the Frenchman.

"Erm… Bonjour." France said quietly. The child inched away from him. "Don't worry, I was just looking around. I heard a laugh, and I wanted to see what it was. That's all." He made sure to keeping his tone gentle, not knowing if the child understood his language.

"Really?" the boy answered back in perfect French. "You noticed me? The other people never noticed me…"

"Other people?"

The child nodded frantically "Uh-huh. The loud blonde man and his quiet friend- they were here a long time ago. There was another man who talked like you, he taught me the language, but he wasn't like the other two people… Then there's the other blonde, with the big eyebrows." Francis raised his own eyebrows in surprise.

"Really. Them, mon cher, you must be one of us."

"One of you?"

"Oui." Francis said, "Now, what is your name?"

The boy looked up at him. "My name is Matthieu Williams," He said "I'm Canada."