Maple Leafs are Red and Freedom Stars are Blue

I'm back with the second chapter and I would like to thank everyone who read or reviewed; it's much appreciated. And I'm going to apologize in such a Canadian fashion for taking so long to update. So there will be no more completely French dialogue; I had a feeling that last time people were confused. Also in this chapter Canada is going to get her personification name (not the country's name just yet) and you'll get to meet England! YAY! I think there will be FrUk in this fanfiction because let's just face it, no two countries have more UST than France and England, also Canada is kind of their love child if you think historically wise….There might also be a surprise at in this chapter as well!

Sorry for rambling now on with the show! (Opps…I also disclaim all Hetalian rights)

Chapter 2

International waters 1608

Mighty waves crashed against the solid wooden sides of the Don de Dieu as they made their way ever so closer to France. The little girl stayed below deck for most of the voyage; the deck was too dangerous for someone as small as her to be wandering about, it would be far too easy for her to be thrown overboard. Francis had made sure she was comfortable staying in his bunk. Francis had been kind to her over the last couple of weeks during the voyage; he had taken her under his wing like a proud papa bird. He taught her the French culture and she was already fluent in his language. He also insisted she learn the other languages of Europe; she had a feeling that Francis was quite sociable with the other countries.

Things still felt strange to the little girl; the ship was far too cramped for her to move around in. Not that she got seasick though, she had been in enough canoes to be used to being tossed about like a rag doll. What she didn't appreciate was the foul stale stench that came from the sailors. She missed the fresh air of her homeland. She wondered how her people were doing without her; a small amount of dread entered her heart at the thought of the Europeans entering her boarders. She had a bad feeling that it was just the beginning.

Suddenly Kumajiro snorted in his sleep. The girl glanced down at her polar bear; he had curled himself into a ball at her feet. He was also bothered by the lack of space to move around and he also complained that his fur stank from the spray of the ocean.

The little girl patted his head softly before she wrapped her blanket around herself tightly. She blew her sandy blonde curl out of her violet eyes as heeled footsteps could be heard coming down the wooden steps. Her brow crinkled in confusion; it was unusual for any sailors to be in the sleeping quarters this time of day. They were supposed to be above deck doing odd jobs, ensuring that the ship was in well ship-shape.

She was finally able to see the man coming down the stairs; she was relaxed when she realized it was Francis. He had to bend his head to avoid hitting his head on a post beam. The little girl looked up at him; his pale blonde hair was tired back by a red ribbon. He wore a plain cotton shirt with a royal blue coat over it; his leather heeled boots clacked against the wooden boards. He paced up to the girl who was still sitting on the bed; he stopped in front of her and placed his hands on his hips.

"Are you still asleep at this hour?" He asked.

The little girl glanced up at him with still sleep glazed gaze, "Papa? Why do you not sit with me?" She asked and shifted closer to Kumajiro to allow more room for the Frenchmen.

Francis sighed softly before he sat down on the straw bed next to her, "It is time for us to have a heat to heart chat."

The little girl look up at the older country in shock, "About what, papa?"

"When we reach Europe I want you to stick close to me. The other countries will try to take you from me, especially that damn Angleterre. I will not lose you, you are my new territory. No one will take you from me!"

His voice was so passionate that it scared her, "Papa? Do not worry; I am not going anywhere. I will stay loyal to you no matter what."

Francis eyes filled up with tears; no one had ever been loyal to him before. All the European countries always stabbed him in the back; perhaps things would be different with her.

Francis swallowed his tears of joy and turned back to the new country sitting next to him, "I think it is time we give you a name."

The little's girl's eyes widen, "I haven't ever had a name before." She said in that quiet voice Francis was beginning to love.

He grinned, "Well you are my colony so your name must be French."

The young girl crinkled her brow in concentration as she tried to think of a suitable name for herself.

A thought suddenly hit Francis, "How about Madeleine?"

Her violet eyes lit up, "That is perfect! Merci beaucoup Papa!"

She flung her tiny arms around her new found father's torso and gave him a sweet hug.

Francis had to stop himself from crying once again, "And of course you must have my last name. You are my daughter after all."

"Oui Papa. Je suis tres heureux!" She squealed in happiness before she woke up Kumajiro to tell him the news.

Francis smiled to himself as he watched his sweet daughter, "Madeleine Bonnefoy." He whispered trying her name out for the first time; yes she was going to be an interesting colony to be sure.

Francis' home, Paris 1608

It had been several weeks since they had arrived in Europe and Madeleine was becoming accustomed to her life in Francis' home. He had kept her hidden from the other countries and made sure she was kept busy by giving her chores to do around the house. Francis had barely been around since they came back to his home; he had many meetings to attend to which left Madeleine alone quite often. But she did not mind; it gave her time to explore her new home. Francis' home was more of a manor than an actual house; it was far more impressive than anything she lived in before. It had a sprawling property with many decorations; Francis seemed to have a flair for design.

She enjoyed the warm weather whenever she managed to get outside; Kumajiro on the other hand was having trouble adjusting to the heat. This made Madeleine wonder about her home overseas. Monsieur Champlain was determined to create a permanent settlement of France in her lands. This worried her immensely because winter was to be approaching a few months. She doubted that the Europeans could survive the harsh winter on their own. She hoped that the natives would at least try and help them despite their mistrust. They had helped once before and were betrayed but she knew her people were kind and willing to help…well at least the Huron tribes would from what she found out by Francis the Iroquois were not very friendly with the French and were allied with other Europeans that Francis considered enemies. That was not good news, the Iroquois were a powerful and dangerous enemy; the Huron and they had been mortal enemies for years. Being allies with the Huron could prove hazardous for the French.

At this moment Madeleine found herself sitting in Francis' beautiful rose garden; the smell of flowers surrounding her was intoxicating. Kumajiro was chasing the multi-coloured beautifies all over the garden while she read from the Bible. Francis had insisted she become Catholic since she was his colony; she was not that interested but she gave it a shot for him. Francis was surprisingly strict as a parent; he refused to let her meet any other country in fear that they would take her away. He also made sure she followed his culture to a 'T'. She did not mind the French culture but it was far more stressful than she was used.

She enjoyed her quiet moments alone in the garden; the smell of nature reminded her of home even though she was in the middle of stinking Paris. Francis' lawn and garden were not the same as having her open forests to run around; she had a feeling she would never run again.

She sighed as she set the Book on the grass next to her and stood up on her bare feet. She had long lost her shoes that Francis gave her and had pulled out the ribbon that held her flaxen hair in place. Her unruly curl fell down her face and landed on the bridge of her nose; she humbly ignored it and stepped the trail of the garden.

Kumajiro had taken off somewhere and she was beginning to get nervous, "Kuma...Where did you go you silly, bear?"

She wandered through the garden, brushing pass all the lilies and exotic flowers as she went. She was nearing the edge of the shrubbery when she heard a strange accented voice speak.

"Aren't you just an interesting beastie, huh? I've never seen a bear that's pure white before!"

Kumajiro! Madeleine thought as she rushed towards the voice; she cut through the greenery and the sight that met her was unfamiliar.

A man was sitting on a wooden bench and was holding Kumajiro in his arms; the polar bear seemed to be happy and rested, not struggling at all. The man seemed about the same age as Francis, perhaps a bit younger with choppy golden hair. His eyes were as green as the grass that surrounded them; at first glance one would think that they were cold and calculating but Madeleine could see the fairness behind. He was shorter and thinner than Francis; he wore a white cotton shirt that one could see his pink complexion underneath it. He also wore a pair of brown trousers with matching suspenders that hung loosely by his sides; his feet were covered with a pair of leather heeled men's boots.

Madeleine stood there nervously for a moment biting her fingernails. Was he another country like Francis? Francis had not brought any other nation over to his home in fear that they would try and take Madeleine from him. She was not use to meeting new people and was generally shy; she had felt a strong connection to Francis and that was why she was so willing to go with him. This man was different and he frightened her a bit. She did not want to approach him but she had to save Kumajiro.

It was at that moment that the strange man noticed her.

"Hello there, little one." He spoke to her in that strange accent but she could pin-point the language he was speaking because Francis taught it to her on the boat. It was the one he called Anglais.

Madeleine replied to him in a quiet voice, "Bonjour. That is my bear you are holding."

The man glanced down at the sleeping Kumajiro in his arms, "I'm so sorry about that, the little fellow just sauntered over to me. He's quite remarkable you know; I didn't know bears could be white."

"There are many white bears where I come from." Madeleine whispered softly.

The man's eyes widen in realization, "So you must the new colony that the Frog keeps hidden. What's your name, luv?"

Nervousness jittered through her again, "I am not allowed to talk to strangers, and I am sorry sir."

"I am not a stranger. I'm sure the Frog must have mentioned me. My name is Arthur Kirkland, the personification of England."

Recognition shit through Madeleine, Francis had told her about a man named Arthur but he usually called him the Angleterre. Apparently Francis did not like the man and told her to stay away from him.

"I'm Madeleine Bonnefoy. You were right; I am the personification of New France, Francis' colony." She finally told.

The older country nodded in understanding, "How do you like life with Francis?"

The little girl shrugged her shoulders, "Papa Francis is great; he helped me discover the rest of the world! I enjoy it here even though I miss my home."

Arthur was about to reply when a blur ran passed the both of them and tackled Arthur to the ground. Kumajiro was thrown into the air; thank goodness that Madeleine had quick enough reflexes to catch him in her arms.

"Alfred! How dare you interrupt us like that! Did I not teach you any manners at all?!" Arthur was so red that he looked like a beet root.

Alfred seemed to be a little boy who looked a little older than Madeline. His unruly sandy blonde hair that fell into his cerulean blue eyes; his smile was devious to say the least. He turned his mischievous gaze onto Madeleine, who shrunk back in embarrassment.

Arthur stood to his full height again and straightened his shirt, "I'm terribly sorry about that, Miss Bonnefoy. This is my new colony Alfred Jones. He is the personification of the Thirteen Colonies of America. He's a rambunctious little thing and difficult to manage."

Alfred sized Madeleine up with his gaze; he was a little too crass for her liking, "Hey, I know you. You're the Northern half of America! You're the one that always wanders about the land and doesn't have a name!"

Madeleine hugged Kumajiro closer to her chest still not responding.

Arthur seemed to catch onto Madeleine being comfortable and slapped Alfred upside the head, "You rotten little bugger, don't you know when you're being rude to the poor lass."

Apparently he didn't because Alfred seemed to go red in shame, "I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to offend."

"It is okay. My name is Madeleine by the way."

Alfred's eyes lit up and pulled her into a bon crushing hug, "That's great, Maddie! I hope we can be great friends!"

Before Madeleine could reply, an angry French voice echoed through the garden, "I certainly hope not!"

Francis came stomping through the garden as if he had the hounds of hell on his heels, "You get away from her, Angleterre and your swine of a colony too!" With that he pulled Madeleine away from Alfred and d behind himself.

Arthur went red again, "Well I never, Frog! You're keeping that poor girl so cooped up; how is she supposed to broaden her horizons if she can't meet the rest of the world?"

"Broaden her horizons just so you can steal her from me?! Keep to your half of the American Continent and I will keep to mine! Come along, ma petite lapin." He said as he pushed Madeleine back towards the house before she could get another look at the other personifications.

"That continent is only big enough for one of our empires, Frog! Remember that!" Arthur snapped back before he pulled Alfred away from the garden as well.

So there's chapter two, like I said there was FrUk and surprise ChibiAmerica! Please R&R and see you next time!