France held the small child tightly; walking into a campsite. "Angleterre! Look at what I found- His name' is New France!"

England tilted his head at the child and smiled. "Isn't he cute? - Wait…New France?" The small child; temporarily known as New France squirmed out of the older nations arms as they bickered.

"Mon' petit New France? Where are you?" England grumbled angrily punching France's arm. "Francis you git! How'd you lose the poor chap?" Francis was about to hit England with a stinging reply; when 'New France' walked over with some flowers. England stood still; not knowing how to react. He just stared as the small child handed the flowers to him; and France, who was reacting the same way.

Confused; they both looked back at the child who was looking at the ground, shuffling, and mumbling incoherent words. England was about to say something; when the child spoke up. "Please don't fight…" England looked at the child; and then the flowers. He was certain he had a dumb grin glued to his face, all thanks to the child's actions.

"Aren't you the little gentleman?" Arthur cooed; patting the small nations head. The smaller nation smiled warmly. "My name' is Canada…." He thought back to the white bear. He decidedly was a settlement…and he liked how it sounded.

The white bear!

Was it ok? It was bleeding last time he saw it; would it be okay like that? Would it die of infection!?

Canada fearfully looked up at the others. "Why hello then Canada-"Canada nodded slowly. "The bear…what happened to it? Is it ok?" France looked at his rifle; then back at the nation. "It ran back into the woods mon' ami; it won't hurt you again." France gestured to a scratch on the small nation's cheek that he hadn't even noticed.

"I'm fine…." Canada sighed…looking up at the sky. "I'm going to help it."

"Help…the bear?" France echoed; putting down his flowers, and hugging the little nation. "Oh! Mon' ami! I can picture it now~! The bear would look lovely with your eyes!"

England sighed, looking at Canada. "What bear? I don't have a bloody clue to what you're talking about…"

Canada pointed outwards. "A little bear! I need to help it…please don't be upset." He had already made up his mind; and wasn't changing it.

France watched as the child ran off. Glancing casually at England. "Should we follow mon' petit?" England looked at him tiredly. "We? No sir, I have another nation to care for." France chuckled as America stumbled over-and crossed his arms pouting. "England; I hate it here. It's way too cold…And I'm hungry!" France waved at the other nation dismissively.

"Okay mother' hen…I'll be back with New France momentarily."

"Who's that other kid?" America said suddenly. "How can he just were that white dressy thingy when it's so cold? Can I play with him?" England tilted his head. "Alfred; who the blazes are you talking about?" America shot him a confused look; but decided it didn't matter.

"I'm still hungry."

Canada ran through the slowly melting snowy forest; trying to remember where he last saw the bear. Suddenly; he saw the trail of scarlet; following it, he was starting to fear what he might find. What if it's wound is to awful to heal?

What if it's dead!? The child had to make an effort to push the morbid thoughts out of his mind. Soon; he found a small cave. Peering inside he was dismayed to see a small white figure at the back of the cave.

France had followed him the whole way; he glanced at him from the green bushes. The brilliant purple uniform stood out from the dull and white area around him. Somehow; Canada never noticed him.

Curiously; the bear looked up at the small child, then growled as he came closer. Fearfully Canada looked at the bear's front paw, it was crimson, and looked horridly painful. Swallowing, Canada neared the bear, flinching as it tried to bite him. "Go away!" It barked. France was ready to spring; seeing things we're not going well.

"No. I'm here to help you…your hurt." The bear swatted at the boy; then stopped itself before it hit his cheek. Something about him seemed trustworthy. "…Who?" The bear asked quietly; as the boy took off his white cloak; wrapping it around the bears paw. "I'm Canada." The boy said quietly; lifting up the bear. He whispered 'sorry!' as it winced. It was heavy!

France scratched his head as the boy emerged from the cave, completely naked, holding the bear to his chest.

'Well, I guess we all have our own tastes for our 'fist.'

France emerged from the bush; much to Canada's surprise.

"Oh, Francis! Hello..." He blinked at New Frances soft tone, and then smiled, "let's go back to camp and get you some clothes." Canada smiled gratefully, "Yes please; then I can get Kumajiro some medicine…"

England gasped as he saw Canada walk in to the camp; stark naked? With a bear?

"What did you do to the poor lad Frog!?"

"I'm getting mon' petit some clothes." England sighed; lifting up Canada. "Let's get you some cloths Alfred."

Canada squirmed about. "Kumajiro needs some medicine!" England brought him into the tent. "Francis will handle it…" England threw some clothes on 'America?' Before letting him go.

Canada scrambled over to see the bear on a little bed; it's paw being tended to.

"Don't worry; you'll be ok." Canada pet the bear's muzzle; before yawning tiredly. Francis smiled at him. "Mon' petit ami…are you ready for bed?" Canada shook his head. "No. I'm staying with Kumikitchi."

France nodded warmly. "Don't stay up to late." He himself stretched, walking over to a tent. 'He is so cute! No way Angleterre' is getting this one.'

Canada pet the bear; whispering soothing incoherent words; before climbing into the bear's bed; and pulling the blankets up between them. "Who?" The bear asked as Canada pulled up a blanket.

"I'm Canada…"