The United States of Native America
Because we all know that Al had to give him the talk sometime
"Aranck! Aranck!" The older blonde nation looked to see Hania running towards him while trying to avoid tripping from the other legs of the Inuit people.
"Hello Hania. Is something the matter?" Aranck asked as he continued picking sticks up from the ground.
"I need to ask you something very important." Hania's lavender eyes bored into the back of his brothers head. He wasn't paying attention to him! "Aranck! This is really important! You can't act like I'm not here!"
The Native chuckled and turned around to face his brother. "All right shila, you have my attention. What is this important question that you have?"
"How are babies made?"
Slowly, Native America's smile melted. He felt his face getting hotter as each second past. "W-why would you want to learn that? Where did you even get the idea?!"
Hania answered unfazed. "I was wondering where the mothers got their babies from." The smaller nation couldn't sense his brother's discomfort. "And I was wondering where they came from. So how are babies made?"
Aranck looked up to the sky and mentally asked, 'Why me?' "W-well...Hania...when a man and a women love each other...very much...when they reach a certain age they have a bonding...ceremony and after they have the...bonding...ceremony the gods give the women a child." He explain awkwardly while flopping his hands around.
"How do the gods give the women a child?" Hania asked, still very much confused.
'I should have gone to Mexica,' Aranck thought, but then second guessed it. 'Actually, never mind. She's still mad at me.' And never, in a million years, would he go to Inca about this. "They're given a special fruit." He said with a perfect poker face. "The women eats it, than from that fruit a baby starts to grow in and stays there for a certain amount of time."
Hania looked at Aranck uncertainly and pulled on his own curl. "Really?" He asked. "Is that how babies are made?"
"O-Of course it is! Am I ever wrong?" Aranck asked. Well, Hania couldn't argue with that logic. The younger nodded and Aranck ruffled his hair. "Now that we have that established, why don't you go play with the other kids while I help the others making fire?"
As soon as Hania left, one of the village women was giggling. "What are you laughing at?" Aranck asked curiously.
She shook her head and smiled softly at him. "With the way you were telling him about how babies are made, I can assume that you'll be a mess by the time he figures out how they're really made."
Aranck didn't answer, but turned his head away and tried focusing on the task at hand instead of imagining that horrible day. By the end of the day, Aranck's face was completely red.
Edited on 1/26/16
