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*Chapter 2*

The three left standing in the green fields of England's country side was Arthur, Ivan, and little America. Frances (being France, figures huh?) left after bothering Arthur as was his favorite thing to do. Arthur was thus always annoyed with the Frenchman. Ivan paid no mind to Frances as he concentrated on the adorable blue-eyed angel in front of him. The child looked up once again meeting his violet winter eyes, for he was after all the country of Russia. His eyes seemed to entrance the boy and made him shyer in front of the new person that came to see him. Ivan walked up to him and bent down to kneel to his level as to not scare the child with his tall figure.

He smiled his bright smile that usually meant he was up to something, but the child knew no better. "Privjet, Amerika."

America smiled shyly in return. 'He seems nice enough.' He said, "Hi!" America smiled brightly like the sun and that smile is what made Ivan want to take him back to his home right away, but he restrained himself smiling at the boy. "My name is America, or Little Sun. That's what Mother calls me."

This interested Arthur and Ivan as they thought, 'Mother?!' Arthur asked first keeping his voice soft, but inside he boiled with resentment towards this 'Mother' for he wanted the child for his own. "You have a mother, America?" he refused to use a weird name like 'Little Sun'.

The boy smiled looking into his emerald green eyes, "Yes. She gave birth to me and so on. I don't know how, but she said something how a bald eagle carried me from the sky and into her arms…" He babbled how his Mother explained his birth. Of course the two nations knew how a woman actually gave birth to a child. Ivan frowned at how the child already had someone taking care of him, but he saw how Arthur was getting ready to kill this 'Mother' was. Ivan smiled at how he could use the Englishman to take care of the business for him and his Amerika wouldn't hate him for killing his mother.

Ivan interrupted the boy, "Amerika, does your mama have a name?"

"Of course she has a name!" America answered with a lot of energy, "Her name is Native America." 'He has no idea how he signed his own mother's death warrant.' Ivan thought feeling a bit sad for what sadness was to come to his America. "Speaking of which, I have to go home now. It was nice to meet you again Mr. Arthur and you never said your name…?" Questioning the Russian.

Ivan chuckled and patted the boys head enjoying the contact, "You can call me Ivan." The boys eyes brightened at his new friend.

"Okay Mr. Ivan." He smiled shyly before running back into the bush and disappeared again. The boy was familiar with this path back to home. It was magical because he knew Arthur was a country called England, so he took his usual back to his Native American soil. America walked then going through brushes of green and tall trees in the forest. He came to the clearing where his Mother was waiting in their hut. She was a beauty with long black as night hair and light brown slightly red skin like the soil beneath their feet. She wore native furs and leather dress. Native America smiled at her son finally home from his adventures.

"Hey my Little Sun, what did you do today?" Her dark brown eyes sparkling with love for her son. She knew someday that he would grow to be a great land full of freedom.

America grinned at his mother, "I was with my friends!" Native America raised her dark eye brows at that for it was a first she heard of these friends.

She hugged her son to sit on her lap as he tried to playfully wrestle his way out. "Do you know their names my little sunshine?"

He giggle, "Yep! There's England or Arthur for what the other guy with yellow hair calls him. Arthur has huge eyebrows like you wouldn't believe. His friend with yellow hair name is France or Frances. Then I met someone new today! He has really these pretty purple eyes with silver yellow hair. Like it's almost white, but he's not old looking. His name is Ivan." The things her son was telling her troubled her to no end. She knew that these men were like her and her son would be forced from her arms. Native America has been listening to the whispers of Mother Earth it was almost time… 'Please Mother Gaia don't take my son away from me so soon.' Native America prayed as she held tightly to her sunshine. Her Little Sun just hugged her back not knowing why his mother looked sad so suddenly.

*Back with England and Russia*

Russia began the conversation, "So how are you going to get the child to go with you now?" He of course was planning his own way of getting the child after getting England to do all the work.

England allowed a little bit of the pirate to come out, "I'm going to America since I know the boy won't come willingly." He shook his head, "No… I can't take him away from his mother he'd hate me for sure…but, I want him!" Arthurs green eyes turning into a blue color of madness. Ivan felt a twinge of fear, but knew he could easily take on the island nation if he had to.

"Then just take him England." He said coolly with an undertone that said, 'You're a pirate still aren't you despite that gentlemen exterior you like to hide behind.' "Even if he does hate you at the moment it won't last long. He seems like the forgiving type."

England's eyes changed back to their usual green and smirked, "You're right Russia. Why are you suddenly so helpful?" He narrowed his brows in suspicion.

Ivan raised his hands, "As I told you before I just wanted to check out the boy for myself. I never said anything to you about taking him for myself." He smiled his usual smile that made people not trust him. Arthur seemed to be comforted that he didn't have to worry. 'Oh my dear Island nation, but you have lots to worry about.' Ivan's smile turning into a grin. They both went back to Arthur's place. There Russia went back through the portal England opened that brought him there. Arthur of course planned a fleet towards the Americas to take what he would make his. And His alone… He smirked and licked his lips.

"Oh my small America, prepare to be mine. My little brother."

Author's Note: I so sorry this took a while guys I had writers block syndrome. ^_^' Anyhoo review and let me know how you like it! Or hate it all helps me. Peace out until next chapter! Oh my what is going to happen Little America? What will become of Native America?