To Fallen heavens. Her/His headcanon: Nakoma (Native America) and her brothers, America and Canada, get together every few months at Nakoma's ranch in Montana and race horses on her land. They get very competitive and this is just a time for them all to have fun and remember their mother. Nakoma hardly does this nowadays due to the fact that her health isn't the greatest, though she puts on a tough face for her brothers. Sequel to: Native America.
I find myself liking Native America as a true character more and more. I don't know, does anyone else have that feeling?
Oh, yeah, and the reason why I use their human names in this one is because I feel as though it adds something to it, making it seem more personal than just saying Canada, America, and Native America.
-RMS
Matthew was adamant. So was Alfred. Nakoma was just exhausted.
They had once again gathered together in Montana for their annual horse back riding competition. Well, it never started out as a competition, but as it always ended that way, they just kept the name.
Matthew came down from his wood cabin, walking the few miles to the ranch. One of the many reasons why the American-Canadian border was undefended was this. This annual get-together as one of the few true siblings as nations was worth a little undefended property. America certainly didn't mind.
America rode in on his bike up from Wyoming. Wyoming was one of the states where you could make those 'middle-of-nowhere' jokes; it was the least populated state. America liked his own ranch there for the quiet when he just wanted to be by himself and remember the days before technology.
Now for Nakoma, this was her home. Well, many of her small homes. But it was always and will forever be her favorite. Nakoma supposes it's because of all the memories she and her brothers shared there, whether it was as children or 200 years later as changed adults. It stayed the same.
When the siblings gathered together they would first catch up. Nothing political, no complaints, no treaties or new laws, nothing connecting to anyone's government. When they formed their family in that small, never-changing spot, it was just Matthew, Alfred, and Nakoma. What was said in the meeting room, stayed in the meeting room; they spoke of nothing between the Americans, Canadians, and Native Americans.
They shared stories and mishaps that happened with other countries, or complaints about one of the siblings food. Perhaps they went to a restaurant and wished to share their experience, good or bad. Maybe it was a new possession, something they just bought and what they thought, awesome or worthless. Sometimes it was just their feelings of people or a new place they went to, interesting and exciting or plain and boring. Whatever it was, they shared it.
Then, they would ride.
Together they all raced Nakomas' horses on the great plain of North Montana. When the find the time in June, that is. Somehow they all seemed to just transport back in time to when their mother, Native America, was still alive. Their eyes brightened and their teeth gleamed from the sun whenever they smiled in happiness.
However, Nakomas' strength was slowly failing her. Alfred and Matthew weren't suppose to know, but they saw the signs. They knew that sooner or later, their dear sister would be bed ridden.
But if it kept their beloved sister happy, then they would gladly stay ignorant.