Ice layered the ground; the snow gusted through the air, snowflakes falling delicately from the sky. Through the swirling snow; a child stood. His eyes locked on the starry sky above. He wasn't dressed for the weather- nor did it bother him. He didn't know how he got there…he just was.
His eyes were firmly placed on the moon. It was big and round; and made the world around him shine a brilliant silver hue. The small child started to walk through the gusty snow and ice; one small step at a time. He walked up the snowy hills, and slid down the icy drifts. He didn't know where he was going…he just felt like he was going to find something.
This child; this child of ice and snow had a name. He would be known as Canada.
The small child loved the snow; he loved the glorious starlight; things where always peaceful… and whilst he watched and observed the nature around him- he slowly started to adapt to it. The frosty woods- and icy creeks. The child smiled whenever he saw a deer or elk pass bye- or grand bears crossing his path. Sitting in a tree; he observed the land he was given; silently. He looked up- seeing the starry sky through the snowy branches of the maple tree. Slowly- the nation climbed higher- carefully checking each branch- making sure it would support his weight.
Soon he was at the top. Looking around- he absorbed everything he could in that moment. Selfishly- he wanted to keep it forever. Lights- hues from green to blue and violet hung in the sky. The child reached up- wanting to hold them. These lights were not like the fire-fly's that illuminated the earth below. They were different. He decided. Definitely not a bad different. A nice different. Lowering himself carefully into the branches he fell asleep.
He awoke to a strange sensation. Looking around- he could not identify what it was. He flinched as a drop of icy-cold water fell on his nose. Looking up- he squinted at the blinding sun against the blue sky…and saw the icicles were making the icy drops. But why? He thought vacantly. Why was the ice dripping?
He couldn't shake it had something to do with what he was feeling.
It didn't feel sharp or familiar like the cold snow...this felt deeper- softer; and was coming from the sky. Fearfully- he looked away from the sky, and started to lower himself to the ground. Was he also going to melt?
No. He mentally corrected himself. That was just silly.
Walking along- he heard something new…birds- there voices creating music.
He walked on a little farther. Looking at the once icy creek; he saw it was now slowly starting to crack. Fearfully he decided he didn't like the new sensation…the heat. Walking onward he jumped over the rushing frigid waters that had emerged from the ice.
The child sighed- feeling something different. Hunger. Looking around for something to eat; he heard something odd. "Where are we? This isn't Greenland." The small child looked out of the snowy forest to see a young silver haired nation. A small bird was beside him. The child looked out of the forest; looking at the other person curiously.
In a moment; the other child looked at him; and turned around. "Who are you?" The young nation walked over and extended his hand. He could feel himself freeze; and worriedly- he emerged from the frosty bushes- extending his small shaking hand. "I-I'm…I don't know…" The nation shook his hand. The other nation looked at him coolly. "My name is Iceland."
The child looked at Iceland happily. "That's a nice name."
Iceland looked at the child for a few more moments before turning away. "Maybe I'll see you again soon. I have to go now." The child frowned. "B-but why?" Iceland sighed. "I have a meeting with Greenland- another nation; like me." Iceland got back on the boat and lifted up a map. "Mr. Puffin; please get the the directions right this time."
The smaller child nodded waving. "Okay! Don't ever forget what you said!" The child smiled as Iceland left. A nation? Am I a nation to?
With that; the child of ice and snow returned to the frozen wood.
It wasn't much longer until the snow started to melt. The child sat in a cave. Tiredly; watching snow drip from the mouth of the cavern. After his meeting with Iceland he longed for a friend. Someone to talk to. The small country arose from the cave; for the first time feeling determination. Getting out of his cave; the small child stumbled out into the wood.
Walking onward- through the now sun filled forest; the nation saw a moose trot past him. Dumbfounded by the creature the child followed. Suddenly, a small squeak distracted him from what he was doing. As he turned back to the moose- he saw it had left. Sadly, the child sat down.
A small white bear bounded out of the snow and jumped on the nation with lots of force. Winded; he stumbled up looking at the small growling cub in front of him.
Scared; as the bear charged- he ran away, trying to escape the hostile cub. He could hear it yell "KANATA! KANATA!" The small child was now in tears as he ran. "I'm not! I'm not a kanata!" Climbing a tree; the nation sat as the cub circled around it angrily.
Why does it hate settlements so much? Why does it think I'm a settlement? Frowning, the kid started to scream fearfully; hoping Iceland may be near the area and help. It was dumb to think that; since he had left the other day…but Canada hoped he might hear. Suddenly; the nation shrieked as an ear-splitting sound filled the air.
Looking down; he could see the snow was scarlet near the tree, and the polar-bear cub was running away whimpering.
The child almost cried even more; for the bears sake. He didn't want that to happen! He froze. What was 'that'!?
Looking around; he suddenly saw another nation emerge from the woods. "Mon' enfant; why are you hiding a tree?" The child looked down to see a blond nation; dressed in fancy clothes.
Shyly, the kid climbed down; and the other nation lifted him up without warning. "Mon ami petit - your hair is stunning; reminds me of my hair non?"
The child squeaked as the other nation hugged him. "Mon ami petit; your coming with me."
The child swallowed fearfully. Why him? Why?