p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"The nation that would later be called the isle of Man had awoken to the sight of a strange man looking at him. the first thing he noticed was the fire orange hair that reminded him of his own. The second thing he noticed were the piercing green eyes, not like his own at all. He shot up from his laying position and looked at the man warily. He was strangey familiar, though Man was pretty sure he had never seen this person before. Orange hair, green eyes, fair skin that was covered in freckles and a pair of very thick eyebrows. He was older than Man, but not very much, and in his hand he was holding something Man hadn't seen ever before. It looked like a cube made of leather and something else. As thin as the leave of a tree, but white and scribbled all over. "Who are you, Comeover, what do you want?" Man scowed at the man, who only returned a smile. "I am Ireland" he gestured to the boat behind him "I came from o'er the sea, to settle 'ere and devote me life to the one and only god, so I am" Man glared until Ireland continued. "I didn't know ye lived here, do ye 'ave a name?" Man glared some more but then started thinking. A name? Ireland seemed to notice his uncertainity. "I'll call ye Ellan Vannin, Vannin for short" a bit uncertain the Manxman nodded. "Vannin" he repeated. "good sound"/span/p
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p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"I DO NOT OWN HETALIA BUT I MADE UP MAN/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US"short bit for now, just to get this story started!this would be the discovery of man. I decided to write weak accents, though I believe their accents would be a lot stronger in real./span/p