Age: 1 or 2


Found

The small child looked up at the sky in curiosity, unsure of what she was seeing in the white fluffy clouds. The grass grew to the same height as her, though she was not very tall. A small dog sat on the ground in front of her, watching the child with friendly care, his soft furry head resting at her feet. She turned at the sound of footsteps approaching and quickly dove behind a covered bush while the golden lab simply stood and gazed up at the strangers, not acknowledging that his master had hidden herself.

"Now, I was sure I saw something around here," spoke the tall blond as he scratched the back of his neck, his half rim glasses perched on the bridge of his nose.

"Of course, this was pointless." Came the simple reply of a thick British accent. The man with the accent, threw his hand in the air and turned to walk away, leaving the other to look around dubiously before releasing a sigh and turning also. The small dog fallowing on his heals.

The girl watched her dog fallowing the men, before turning back to her and giving a small bark. She ran out of the bush toward the puppy and snatched it up just before noticing the two men staring at her, astonishment equally printed on their unfamiliar faces. The small girl stepped back, uneasiness filling her heart. The two men exchanged uncertain glances.

The man closes to her, bent down on one knee, pushing his glasses forward on his face and smiled.

"Well hi there," He greeted, "I am America, and this," He gestured toward the the man behind him, "this is Britain." Britain gave a polite bow. The girl glanced between the two of them, curiosity and wonder replacing her once fear. She gave a small smile, earning a return from Britain.

"I'm Briland," She smiled in her sweet childish voice.

America's smile grew, "Great, You can call me big brother!" Briland smiled bigger.

"Wait just a moment," Britain interrupted, "Why should you get to be her big brother?" His blond hair shading his narrowed green eyes.

"Huh?" America stood and turned toward Britain, "That's easy, Because I'm totally awesome, and she'd have way more fun at my place!"

Briland frowned and stepped back, fear setting in once again as the two men argued.

Britain scowled at America, "All she'd do there is sit around and watch you fatten yourself, or playing those stupid games that would probably scare the poor child. No she deserves to be my little sister, at least then she could learn something!"

"No way! That is so not true!" America countered, jeering his thumb toward his chest. Briland whimpered slightly and took another step back, earning Britain's attention. His eyes quickly filled with guilt and pity as he looked upon the child's teary eyes.

He sighed, "Look, we're only scaring the poor girl." America stopped and looked at the child once again, a small since of concern filling him inside.

"W- Why can't you both be my brother?" She asked in a small frail voice. The two men's pitying looks turned to astonishment. America shook his head and started to rebuke, before Britain cut in and pushed him out of the way, making him silent, as he approached Briland.

He smiled and bent down to Briland's level and nodded, "Of course we can both be your brother." America fell silent, watching as Britain lifted the girl into his arms and cradled her gently. His head lowered, his eyes closing as he took in the soft lullaby that was hummed from the man, a reminiscing look on his face, remembering the times when he was a young country as well, and Britain had found him in the wilderness. How happy he had been to have a big brother to look after him.

America looked back toward the Brit, and the small child in the arms of his friend and gave a sigh, accepting the shared sister between the two brother countries.