The United States of Native America

It was the dead of night when a little blonde boy who looked to be about two jumped on Aranck. Aranck woke up screaming.

The elder nation, who in human years looked to be about 17 now, scowled at his younger brother while the other smiled. "Hania," he groaned. "You know I don't appreciate it when you wake me up by jumping on my stomach."

"I know." Hania answered in his normal quiet voice. "But I wanna play."

"Hania it's late. Go back to your slumber." Aranck rolled to his side, but Hania would give up so quickly.

The smaller nation laid on his brother's side and huffed. "But the sky is awake, so I'm awake, so we have to play!"

All Aranck could do was try not to chuckle at Hania's antics. He sighed and got up, his hand pulling at his blonde locks. "Well, I suppose we could go see them." Hania jumped off his brother and jumped around the tee-pee, while Native America chuckled. He got his amauti on and picked up Hania and put him it, adjusting both their hoods to keep their heads warm.

They both were hit by the cold weather, waking them up. Hania saw the lights and squealed with delight. "Look Aranck! The lights!" He said, pointing to the sky. Aranck laughed at his little brother.

"Yes, those lights are wonderful." Aranck looked at his brother and smirked. "Have I told you the stories based on the lights?" The Native teen's eyes widened when the younger blonde shook his head. "Hundreds of years with you and I haven't done such a thing? What kind of a brother am I?"

Aranck sat down, adjusting the amauti again. "Well, there are different variations of the story. They are all wonderful and-"

"Tell me the best one!" Hania said, feeling a lecture coming up.

Native America stared at his younger brother and sighed. He scrunched up his face, trying to pick the best one (he concluded that the walrus one wasn't going to work for him). "It's said that the lights are sent from Nanabozho as a reminder. After he finished the task of creation, he traveled up North, where he still is today. Right now, he's building a fire."

"How do you know that?" Hania asked, trying to look at his brother.

"He always builds large fires to remind his people that he still thinks of us. The lights are the reflection of those fires." Aranck explained. "There's also the other one known as the Dancing Spirits. All the people that have ever died are up there in the sky right now dancing."

"Why are they dancing?" Hania asked.

"Many reasons." Aranck simply said. Hania looked at the sky again, the lights reflecting off his violet eyes.

"Can we dance up there?" The younger nation asked. His older brother shook his head.

"Once our time is up, than we will dance with the spirits. But, that's not for a long time." Aranck glanced at Hania. From the side, he could see that the younger was rubbing his eyes with his tiny fists and yawning. Aranck got up and headed back towards their little home. "I think someone's tired."

Hania glared at the back of his brother's head. "I'm not," he yawned. "Tired. Just...my eyes are heavy." As predicted, he feel asleep on the way back to the teepee. Aranck carefully removed Hania from the amauti and placed him on the bedding, than laid down next to him.

That night, Hania dreamed of dancing with the spirits with his brother while Nanabozho was watching them.

Information and Translations:

Information:

Nanabozho- Said to be the creator of the Earth.

Amauti- It is the parka worn by Inuit women of the eastern Canadian arctic. Up until about two years of age, the child nestles against the mother's back in the amaut, the built-in baby pouch just below the hood.

Women mostly wear it, but Aranck doens't care. Plus, it's also said to be a good bonding experince between the mother and child. And imagine little Canada in one of these.

Edit 9/10/15

Edited for grammar

Name changes

Different wording