The United States of Native America
Mexica could sense the tension between Aranck and Tuku. If she hadn't raised those two boys, than she would have no idea what the tension would be about. But alas, she raised the two, so she could take a guess.
Hania was walking on the ground now, but he held Inca's hand and was listening while the elder nation was talking rapidly about his adventures and embarrassing stories about Aranck when he was younger. Said nation had his hands behind his back so he wouldn't strangle his brother.
'Why should I care that Hania is getting along with others?' He thought to himself. 'It's great. Anyone who thinks he's not a good child is out of their mind. At least Inca isn't bothering me at all.' He still watched them very closely, looking for any signs that something bad will happen. Eventually, Mexica asked Inca if he could help whatever it was, leaving Aranck thankful that the idiot wasn't there now.
"Hey Aranck," Hania said once Inca had left. "Can I ask you something?" He fidgeted with his hands, not quite looking at the Native.
Aranck laughed and picked up Hania. "Of course you can ciye! Ask away!"
Hania tried to suppress himself from giggling. "Is it true that you ran around naked one time because Inca tricked you into believing it was rude to him?"
Oh yes...
Spiders will do nicely in Inca's palace.
And eagles.
How Aranck loved eagles.
~~~LINEBREAK~~~~~~~~
Hania watched as many of the slaves in Mexica's place ran around and extinguished fires all over. Confused, he ran over to Mexica and pulled on her dress until she acknowledged him. "Why are your people turning off the fire?"
Mexica smiled at him. "The fires must be extinguished before the sun sets," she said pointing at his declining sun. "Then, we when the priests and shaman come back to tell us that we are going to be alive, we shall light the old altar on fire and set a new one, telling the dawn of a new age!"
Back where the old altar was (which was unguarded, for some reason), Aranck was sitting next to it. "Why should it matter to me if Hania likes someone else?" The blonde said to himself. "I certainly don't care if my people coo over him, and Mexica his perfectly fine. Maybe it's instinct to not trust Inca!" He said, hitting the palm of his hand with a fist.
He practically jumped 10 feet high when he heard a voice behind him. "Why can't you trust me?" Aranck turned around to see Inca leaning on the wall, smirking.
"W-what are you doing Llama?!" Aranck scowled at him. His older brother laughed and walked towards the younger nation.
"I'm allowed to be here as much as you are."
"Which means you aren't supposed to be here?" Tuku asked, making Aranck's face got a bit red (whether from anger or embarrassment, Tuku will never know), but just turned away from him and plopped back down on the floor. "Ah; playing the silent game, are we? I thought you had grown out of that when you were a child." No response from the other, and from there Inca saw his chance. He sat down next to him, smiling like an idiot.
"Somebody's jealous~" Inca sung and got in Aranck's face, who just swatted him away. "What's wrong Ara?" No response. Inca jumped onto his feet and pulled up Aranck with the same amount of strength said nation had. "C'mon Aranck, I know you're jealous that Hania is liking me!"
"Let me go you Llama!" Aranck yelled and tried to pull Tuku off of him. In his attempt, he accidentally pushed his older brother into the old altar, which started to teeter. Both the males froze in horror watching it teeter, than fall on the ground; splitting in two.
It seemed like centuries passed as the two stared at the broken altar. Than Aranck did something he always did when he knew he was going to get into trouble.
"Oh gods we're going to die now!" Aranck screamed. He started flailing his arms and ran around the room. "We're going to be used as sacrifices and never come back to life and Hania will have to be alone and-" Inca slapped the Native in the face. "Thank you, I needed that."
Both brothers looked at the altar in panic, but the Incan spoke before the younger could freak out again. "We need to figure out how to fix this so it can be set on fire!"
Aranck looked thoughtful before snapping his fingers. "We could use magic to bind it!"
Inca just stared at him as if he were crazy. "That'll never work! We have to do something, and quick." Both of them were running around the broken altar thinking of a way to save their lives.
"What if we were to stick it with leaves," Aranck suggested. "We just chew them up and stick them together."
"Shut up Aranck, I'm thinking." Tuku paced the floor a bit more until his face lit up. "Little brother, I just had an amazing idea! What if we gathered up a bunch of leaves and stick them together!" The brunette didn't notice Aranck face palmed.
"Yes, alright. We should go get some of them." Arnack said and headed out the doorway.
"You go do that, I'll be here and guard so no one finds out," Inca said sitting down and settling down for a nap.
~~~~~~~~HETALIA!~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
While the blonde was chewing the (disgusting) leaves and shooting his elder dirty looks, Inca was rearranging little pebbles to make an image out of them. "Maybe I should make them rounder," he muttered under his breath, his brown eyes focused completely on the task.
Spitting out another green wad on his hand and stuck it on the bottom portion of the altar, the Nation huffed out. "You know, you should help out too- since it was your plan."
Inca scoffed. "Ara, you were always a silly boy. I am helping out!"
"By playing with rocks," Aranck mocked.
"No, come take a look." Against his better judgment, Aranck walked to see what Tuku was working on and immediately regretted it. Two figures were propped up inside a cave surrounded by oddly shaped objects. Wait...
"Are you planning our funerals?" Aranck whispered shocked. He wanted to slap his brother silly when he nodded. "What is wrong with you?!" He screeched.
"It's a precaution," Inca said, not reading the atmosphere. He just stared at Native America. An eerie silence surrounded the two until it was broken by a sigh. Aranck kicked the pebbled which scattered them all over. Before Tuku could react though, Aranck grabbed Tuku by the shirt and glared at him.
"Listen here, if you don't start working, than so help me I will be the reason you will needa funeral." The Native growled at him, brown eyes flashing. Inca could only nod and ran to the altar as soon as Aranck let him go. With the Incan's help, the right amount of leaves were pressed on there. Soon, the top half of the altar was put on top and both of them ran out of where the altar was.
Inca was laughing the whole way back. Because of brilliant plan, they got off scot free with no punishments that the Mexica women would certainly toss at them. He should solve all of his people's problems with his wits; good looks and his llama.
Aranck was just happy that he wouldn't be reintroduced to the she-kaga.
Edited on 1/26/16
