A/N: I'm very sorry for the late, late update! School has started and has kept me busy! And on the weekends, inspiration for this next chapter refused to come and so... I finally came up with this! Again, I'm very sorry and again I thank all those who story alerted and favorited the story and me! Very grateful to you all! (61 alerts, 29 favorites, 15 reviews, and 2 communities!) Enjoy! You guys truly deserve it. Sorry if this chapter was below the par. I promise next chapter will be better.


Chapter Four: I Found You


Years had passed since the incident and Maska and Kanata had passed those tender ages and now were boys of eight. Maska had grown to be an energetic, chirpy little boy with Kanata acquiring a quiet and timid nature and often overlooked by all those who were not of Native American descent. The two twin brothers had been raised by an elderly couple with lively personalities and optimistic mindsets, and being extremely devoted to the old customs and rejecting the ways the White Men brought with them. Rain Dancer and Fierce Deer were friendly and loved by all in the village and it was they who comforted the two boys every day since their mother died when they were younger until they could stand by themselves, once again renewed.

"Maska. Rain Dancer wants us to fetch some water from the creek. Want to come with me?" Kanata said softly to his twin and Maska grinned his agreement.

The boys set off at a steady pace towards the nearby creek. With Kanata humming delightedly the lullaby of which Rain Dancer would sing to them each night and Maska whispering one of the tales Fierce Deer would tell them — for the same purpose that Rain Dancer sang her lullaby — in the tribal language, they reached their destination: the burbling of the lazy river of which they had slept by when mourning the "death" of their mother.

"Brings back memories, huh?" Maska's voice had decreased drastically in volume, a rare event considering the upbeat personality the boy seemed to carry with him everywhere.

"Uh huh," Kanata whispered back. They stayed like that for a few minutes, standing side by side, shoulder to shoulder before that river, in the clearing that had experienced them mourn years ago until the sharp crack of dead twigs on the forest floor alerted them and they darted behind some shrubbery, keeping still and forcing themselves to inhale and exhale evenly and silently though the event had a great impact on their heartbeats, the speed increasing.

Two voices and two sets of footsteps entered the clearing, obviously bickering.

"Shut up you bloody wanker!( All of you frogs are the same. ) Belt up Bonnefoy. Stop acting like a bloody pansy."

"What is wrong angleterre? I 'aven't done anyzing wrong now 'ave I?"

"Can it Frog. I hear something."

Maska and Kanata clutched the other's hand in a tight grasp, seeking comfort as the air hung with silence and the footsteps sounded closer towards their hiding place. Squeezing their eyes shut, they let out a quiet whimper as the footsteps stopped directly in front of their hiding place.

A voice let out a quiet phrase that struck fear in their hearts, a smug tone to their voice.

"Found you."


A/N: Okay, let me just say this FanFiction is merely for entertainment purposes and is not meant to be historically correct. I knew I had to get THEM in somewhere. I hope that their choice of dialogue made it apparent who they are. Don't worry, more Hetalia characters will be appearing soon. Next up, the American Revolution. After that, it's Canada's turn. Whoop-dee-doo! I hope you enjoyed it. This turned out to be more of a filler chapter. I'm sorry. I'm hoping to update the rest of my FFs soon after this one...hopefully. Don't worry, long chapters are going to make their appearance soon, I promise.

~Emille Bondevik