Chapter Seven

Okay so at this point I hate my brain! I can't focus on my story because my brain is constantly giving me more freaking stories! like one about the Vikings and Vinland. So from now on I won't give up until this story is done. [I'm still on chapter nine ('-_-)].

Damn that bloody well hurt! Opening his eyes, England stared up at an unfamiliar ceiling. It was pointed and had a small blue dot in the middle. Anxious, he sat up quickly, groaning as he did so.
"Oh! You're up already." A familiar voice spoke. He turned his head to face the speaker. It was her. She had washed the mud off of her face. Now he was closer to her, nothing was blocking her beauty, no stranger to women, England fond to his surprise that he couldn't speak; all he could do was stare. Finally she cocked her head to the side.
"Are you feeling okay? Although I don't blame you. I wouldn't be able to even move for a couple hours more than you if I had the fall you did yesterday." She turned back to the small fire in the middle of the room, which was in the shape of a cone.
"Where am I? He asked, finally finding his voice.
"You are in my home, on the edges of my camp." She was cooking fish in the fire. It seemed a cozy scene between the two of them. Then he realized.
"I don't know your name." He stated dumbly. She looked surprised by that.
"Oh that's right! I forgot about it in all of the excitement." She smiled then. "My name is Canté wasteé wi. It means 'good natured woman."
"What about your real name?" The confusion on her face was really apparent, and so adorable that he wanted to kiss her.
"That is my real name." Despite the pain, he chuckled.
"No I meant the name of your land, your nation."
"My people are called the Powhatan, and the land is called Tsenacommacah. Many other tribes live in Tsenacommacah." The one known as England's brows drew closer together, making it look like he had only one brow across his head. She looked closer at his face. Very nice looking, she decided. The eyebrows where big and bushy, reminding her of a bear, but that and his behavior with the long hair, were the only things that did. His eyes were green like the sun shining on the grass, and he carried himself like a chieftain. He was frowning, but the lines around his eyes told her that he smiled a lot. His face was very masculine just like his lips. Those lips which gave her the strangest urge to kiss them.
"Well then Canté wasteé wi was it?" Said England, startling her. She was sure that she was blushing.
"Ah . . . yes, but you can call me Canté." She stumbled.
"That sounds like Kathy in English." He smiled, and her heart stumbled. She could only nod. "Canté, would you like to spend tomorrow with me?" When she nodded again and smiled, it was his turn for his heart to stumble.

Darn! It's still short! (I can't write long chapters to save my life) anyways I am going to do this thing! Also any pairings that you guys want, other than ones that include native America, England, Prussia, and Canada! France is fine, two pairings in mind for him. Maybe an _x _ x_ ;)