Ni hao! Someone asked me a question through the review. Let's address this, shall we? (Note- this probably isn't the exact wording.)

Kokomo- If it's a Finnish girl, why is she going with Canada rather than being with the actual country? (That being Finland.)

Reading the description, aren't we? *awesome happy face* Well, Kokomo, it's simple. The Allies believe she's an orphan, that her family was killed by the Nazis. They don't know where the Nordics are, either. Canada knows Finnish, as we've seen, so it's best for him that Maliina goes with him, so she can still talk in her /supposive/ mother tongue. And it's a good reason later on that she goes with him rather than the Nordics, otherwise there would be no story to tell!

Also, Greenland is my Best Friends Forever! This all actually happened to her. *sad face*

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"What are we going to do with her?" America asked England and Canada, watching Russia and China swing the two ropes for her, Double Dutch style. Maliina was laughing, and both nations were smiling. For once, Russia's smile was from pure joy, instead of the common 'I'm-going-to-kill-you-slowly' smile.

England sighed. "I don't know. She's probably just a mortal girl.. I can't believe something so terrible would happen to a girl at five. Maliina didn't even cry when her family wasn't among the survivors."

"She was probably adopted then." Canada answered softly. "Maybe more than once now, so she's learner not to get attached. But the way she says Isoveli so lovingly..." The two stared at him. "It means big brother."

"Chili hot!" Maliina suddenly laughed, causing the three blondes to look back at her. At those two words, China and Russia had changed the pace of the ropes suddenly, moving them extremely fast that they were only blurs. Yet Maliina still remained in the middle, laughing and jumping just as fast to avoid getting tangled in the ropes.

Canada smiled. "You know what? I'll take her home with me. It'll be an easy transition because the weather is more-or-less the same, and we can still talk in her mother tongue, so she won't loose that connection."

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"Where are we going, Mattie?" Maliina asked as she and Canada boarded a large ship. She had finally been convinced to call the nations by the first names, and had picked up America's habit of calling Canada 'Mattie'.

Canada smiled at her. "We're going to my home; you're going to live with me since your family..." His voice trailed off and his smile fell. Maliina nodded, slightly understanding.

The boat moved away from the dock, and the Finnish girl waved goodbye to the nations on land. "Bye! Come back and play Double Dutch again with me soon, Yao!"

China's smile grew a little bigger. "I will, Maliina! Stay safe!"

Canada sighed in relief. Ever since they had taken Maliina to where the survivors were, the villagers had been acting weird. They treated her... differently. Like she was sacred. Everyone knew her. They'd run up to her and greet her, then make sure she was alright, and ask a silly thing, like 'Tell the talking puffin that I said hi!' or 'I saw the deer in the forest, I hope your mother finds them!'. And Maliina would just smile and go along! It confused the nations to no end.

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A month passed. All the Allies came by a few times to see Maliina and visit her and Canada, England and China coming the most, despite distances. Russia would come to play in the snow with Canada and Maliina. China would come, with his panda and Hong Kong, to play jump rope and hop scotch with her, and Hong was teaching China and Maliina how to play Four square, a game he picked up from his time (read: captivity from the Opium Wars) with England. America would come over to play racing video games with her. France would come, sometimes with England and America, to play football (American kids like me, read: soccer) with her. And when England came alone- still bringing Flying Mint Bunny however, because Maliina could see her, he would tell her classic fairytales, then stories from his days when he was King Arthur of Camelot. (A/N- yes, I believe that. Shut it.)

"Mattie, Mattie!" Maliina ran into the living room where Canada was reading a book. "Look what Arthur got me!"

Canada looked up from his book. Maliina was wearing a blue dress with a white apron, white knee socks, and black slippers. Her pale blond hair was pulled back into the customary two ponytails with black bobby pins keeping her bangs back.

"I look like Alice, right?" she giggled, rocking on her feet.

"Yes, you do, actually." Canada answered, remembering the old 'Alice in Wonderland' fairytale England used to tell him when he was still a young territory.

England walked into the room, smiling. "So I take it you like the dress, pet? It was Flying Mint Bunny's idea." He started calling Maliina 'pet' ever since she first asked about Flying Mint Bunny.

Maliina nodded eagerly, suddenly hugging what looked like empty air to Canada. "I love it! But watch this!" She skipped to the warm fire place, then held her hand a certain way and moving it, chanting. A beam of light hit the fire, and it began to burn rainbow colors.

She turned and smiled at England and Canada, who were staring at her, mouths agape.

Flying Mint Bunny fluttered over to her. "Wow, Maliina! You can do magic!"

"D-did she just..." Canada started.

"Do magic...?" England finished.