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America's POV(Subtly shifts back and forth to third POV as well)

It really was a beautiful day. The sun was shining through breaks in the crowd with only a slight breeze. "The Thanksgiving excitement is doing me well, I should come to the Parade every year." (1) America mulled over. The giant balloons were wonderful. As the next balloon came around the corner I felt my lips turn upward into my 'heroic 'smile. I was lovin it (2). My laughter was coming so rapidly, and the best part it was real laughter. "When was the last time I laughed like this?" Thought the American.

America was leaning against the side of the nearby buildings seizing with laughter as the giant, funny looking Uncle Sam wobbled down the street, soon to be followed by a in action pose of spider man.

America watched the parade till its end very pleased with it. America could also feel the whole nations pride and enjoyment of the spectacle and that doubled his happiness by half.

"The only thing that could make this better to me is if Francey pants and Iggy came. But as expected they didn't, I wonder if they even remember." America sighed exasperatedly. Nothing could change his enthusiasm for the day, not with his people relishing the holiday at least. The population wouldn't let America be gloomy today and that was perfectly fine with him. "I wish Canada came, usually he has the courtesy to show up, since I come to all of his Thanksgivings. I am the big bad superpower, the scapegoat but when it counts I am totally forgotten. I am really more similar to Canada than I thought."

After having his own private little pep talk America felt much better heading to his destination. One he always remembered, and always will. Thank you Abe! (3)

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Still America's Point of View (Time Skip)

After about four hours of driving I was finally reaching Plymouth, Massachusetts. I was suddenly reminded how much had changed. When this highway used to be a mountain path I would come charging up on my old horse, Patriot, as fast as we could to get there on time. I briefly remembered one such incident where a farmer had placed a fence up as a warning of a mudslide coming right in my easiest path. But as the heroic nation I was growing into then I refused to turn back from danger, or rather Patriot wouldn't let me.

*Flashback*

Year- 1621

Breathing heavy I turned my eight year old body to look back at the tracks we had just tread. My wonderful black, 3 year old thoroughbred, Patriot never breaking his beautiful, gracious, galloping stride, even in this slope of mud we call ground. Patriot may be young but so was I, we had matching spirits. America contemplated. It wasn't the moon that was guiding the boy and his colt this night but rather the lightening and the brief shadows of the earth. Trusting Patriot to navigate this well-worn path for me, as my human eyes could not see as well as his. Suddenly, a flash of lighting eliminated the path before my and I felt my heart dropping into my throat. It was a buck rail fence reinforced with barb wire. "Whoa, Patriot. Whoa…. Patriot Whoa!" I was shaking. My wonderful partner who shared the lands influence with me would not work with me! He wouldn't stop! As we got closer to the rail I felt his muscles begin to coil. Patriot did see the fence! And he was going to jump it! Stupid horse, we would fall on impact with the mud, it being too slippery. I began to tug on his hackamore (4) as hard as I could but Patriot just stuck his face into it and ran right through it. As we came in for the final approach to the fence I finally prepared myself for the jump, closing my eyes and bracing for impact. I felt his body move incredibly fluid beneath me, like rippling water. Thunder and lightning finally showing me what I hadn't seen, but Patriot had. On the other side of the fence was a space of higher ground, damp with rain, but sturdy. As we touched back down to earth and continued on I felt a great sense of relief. I looked up and I realized that we may have crossed this obstacle but there were plenty more to come.

However, after that jump I trusted my own safety onto that horse implacably, after all I was the nation and the people. Patriot was the land and the animals. I was but one half of the whole. Trusting Patriot that night made me whole.

I was one of the few countries whole with his land. And that is what made me here to stay.

*End Flashback*

By the end of that night Patriot and I had crossed several streams, logs floating in the streams, swam across the big river, and jumped a stair like junction of rocks. 'Thanks be to God Patriot never wore shoes, he would have slipped right off those rocks with those metal contraptions on his feet.' America realized with a chortle. I finally pulled in to the parking lot closest to the location he was heading. The people thought the first Thanksgiving was over in Plymouth square, and that was okay. 'I actually prefer them away from the site, gives the place a little more tranquility.' America sighed today would be a reminiscent day.

I sat in my car awhile while it began to rain, just observing my people. Leaning back against my seat I remembered an old friend coming to greet me as Patriot an I burst out of those tree's that night.

*Flashback*

The first thing you would say seeing Patriot and I was that we were drenched, drenched to the bone. And that is exactly what my friend said as we rode up to him at the edge of the Plymouth colony.

"Hello, little wobsacuck (5)," Squanto (6) yelled over the rain, "I see you had a safe but wet journey!"

"You can count on that friend," I yelled in return, "It is all thanks to Patriot I got here safely at all. I probably owe him my life," I turned and looked at my nation brother in pride.

Squanto smiled thinly at the scene in front of him. He was glad the nation in front of him was this connected to the land. It made him feel happy for the future left to come that may not be as bad as all our fellow tribes had predicted.

In the meantime, Patriot seemed to know he was being complimented and turned prancing and preening, rearing and snorting majestically trying to create an even more splendid impression. What Patriot didn't know was that as he was broadcasting his ego Squanto and I were walking away it wasn't till I called him that he knew we left.

"Patriot! Come on you big ham we have perpetrations to make for tomorrows celebratory harvest feast!"

Patriot wasted no time cantering over to us, and then slowing down to keep pace with us affectionately nibbling on my hair.

Soon we reached the village and I ran down to say hi to all the wonderful people there. My people.

Squanto's Point of View

I watched affectionately as America ran towards the villagers and the natives alike treating them no different from each other, they were all his people that is all he could see. If only every human was as compassionate as this nation. I turned to the horse America had dubbed Patriot and spoke softly to the colt.

"Take care of thy lands child my Makadewà Cone (7)," Squanto said, "He is far stronger than we can only imagine, and more precious than any gem available to men, as he came from the mine of the gods. Guard him with every step you take to lead him out of the darkness he will soon face from his family."

Patriots POV

I gave Squanto a long gaze then sighed. I reared slightly, setting off at a brisk canter to now fulfill my promise to Squanto that I had already made twice to America, and his mother, Eloheh (8).

*End Flashback*

America's POV

Those memories of my early days were my favorite of all. Pulling on my rain coat I made my way past all the people in the square, passing all the old buildings and walking beyond. I just kept walking. I picked up the pace till I was almost flying through the woods. Suddenly I emerged into a clearing that was only slightly damp, it had stopped raining here. Pulling of my hood I made my way to the center of the clearing where a tree hundreds of years old stood. A majestic oak, I planted this tree with Squanto and Massasoit (9). Climbing the tree I sat back and just enjoyed the moment, slipping into an uncertain slumber. Till I awoke to a slight rustle in the bushes which brought forth another emerging figure which brought tears to my eyes. I smiled and called his name.

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Meanwhile…..

A car was just swerving all over interstate 3 heading south. Passer byes stared in confusion as loud shouts could be heard from the car even as it faded on the horizon line,

"Get off me you bloody git, perverted frog!"

"Hon hon let me show you the power of amour."

"Shut up you dummkopf's!"

"Hungary! Pan!"

"I'm all over it!"

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A/N: Two nights in a row! I am working my little tush off over here and I am not seeing any reviews! I need 5 more reviews before I post the next chapter!

1=Macy's Day Parade in NY,NY

2= Americans shouldn't have to be told this one… McDonalds slogan

3= Abe Lincoln made Thanksgiving a national holiday in 1863

4= Bitless Bridle

5= wobsacuck-Wampanoag for eagle

6= Squanto taught the Pilgrims how to grow corn and is a celebrated figure in Thanksgiving history

7= Makadewà Cone- Wampanoag for Black Sun

8= Eloheh- Cherokee for land

9= Massasoit leader of Wampanoag tribe at the time of the first Thanksgiving in 1621