Canada's Memories 2
Me: I looked at my reviews today and decided to write out another chapter.
Canada: Will there be a plot?
Me: Yea, but it starts later on.
Canada: Cool
Prussia: Will the awesome me be appearing in this fic?
Me: Idk my reviewer have to help me. I am going to write memories for any nation that my reviewers believe Canada would have any good (or bad) connection with. This chapter is going to be France's turn.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Hetalia series or any of the characters that will be featured in this fic.
Warnings: May contain inaccurate historical information. Future chaps may contain suicide attempts, character death and a bit of Shonen ai.
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The day had come and gone and I still could only sit and reminisce about my past. After thinking about the General, I found myself thinking about my Papa France. Maybe thinking about my Papa can help me remember the person I am supposed to be. Maybe remembering my Papa can help me realize why I still exist in the first place.
I remember the day my Papa found me and how kind he was to take me as his own. He taught me the warmth of a family that I had once felt with Mr. Winter.
**** Flashback****
I see that there is a type if vessel that has landed on my shore. I know not whether to trust this new comer. Ever since the disappearance of my General, I have come to realize that not everyone is as kind hearted as he was. I watched as a man with strange clothing stepped down from what I remember was called a ship. The man had shoulder length blonde hair that looked similar to my own. His eyes reminded me so much of my general. He walked around as if looking for something. I decided to leave this man on his own, scared of the possible danger he could cause to me and my people. As I turned to leave, I had stepped on a branch. The man quickly turned to my direction startled by the noise. I stood still in hopes of staying hidden.
"Hello is there someone out there?" the man asked in a tongue that was strangely similar to my own. He walked in my direction and stopped two feet away from me. I see that his eyes are fixated on me. He smiles down at me and kneels down to meet my eyes with his own. "Hello little one. What is a small child like you standing here in this cold weather alone?" he asked kindly.
Kumajiro, who was hidden behind me, growled as the man tried to come closer towards me. The man was startled at the sudden appearance of my friend. He then smiled, as it seemed that a realization came to him.
"You are a nation...," he mumbled quietly to himself."What is your name little one?"
"Kanata," I said in a low whisper, trying to keep my distance from the man in front of me.
"Canada?" I did not correct the man in fear of being hurt and instead nodded my head as he looked into my light purple eyes. He seemed surprised to see that I spoke a similar dialect as him.
"Oui" I replied.
"Well Canada, would you like to come and live with me and keep warm?" the man asked.
I stood still as I looked into the man's eyes, trying to see any malicious intents or desires that he was hiding. I found none, but I seemed to be immobile and found myself just standing there. Kumajiro seemed to have notice that the man would be able to provide me safety and nudged me towards the man. The man's smile brightened as he picked me up and took me towards his ship.
"What is your name?" I asked on our short journey to his ship curious as to what of the many nations Mr. Winter taught me the man represented.
"My name is France. My human name is Francis Bonnefey, but you mon petit child may call me Papa if you would like." The man siad warmly.
"Papa?" I said. It felt right to call this man Papa.
**** Present Time****
I only had lived with my Papa for a short while, before the man turned his back on me after losing me to the British Empire. I knew that the loss of me hurt my Papa badly, but it hurt me that he gave up quickly. I love my Papa dearly and I forgive him for leaving me. With out Papa Francis, I would have never found the will to prosper and learn how to defend myself from others.
I was so caught up in my memories that I did not realize tears had been flowing out freely, until they dropped into my hands. I put my face into my hands and wept. My vision began to fade as sleep claimed me. I lulled to sleep with happy memories of my Papa and my general. At this point, it was all I could really do. Sleep and Dream. Dream of the happiness that seemed so far out of my reach.
****End of Chapter****
Me: I feel like this turned out ok...
Prussia: Its ok, not awesome, but still ok.
Me: Please leave a review. Also, leave a comment on who you want the next remembered nation to be.
Kumajiro: Remember any flames will be ignored and used to create better fics.
Me: Ciao!