Hi guys! How long has it been since I've updated this? Ah well, call me lazy.
Spring, 1519
A small nation wandered happily through the thick jungles of the mighty Aztec Empire. She wore a sleeveless blouse that let her skin breath and prevented her from getting too hot in the warm climate. She looked to be around eight with straight black hair and dark eyes. The only sign that she was not an ordinary person was her gold bracelets and earrings. If she had been in the confines of Tenochtitlan, she doubtless would have been forced to wear something grander to signify her nobility. But a headdresses and stifling clothing wasn't what the child wanted to wear when exploring the jungle.
She smiled a bit when she thought of what her father would do when he discovered she'd gone missing again. He would look everywhere in a panic before remembering that she liked to go exploring sometimes. Then he would shake his head and go off to talk to the tlatoani or complain to her mother. But it wasn't like she was in any danger, her parents were the Aztec Empire and Native America.
She remembered when her mother had had to change her name from America to Native America. It had been right after her two brothers had been born, her two half brothers. She'd been very confused when her father had first told her that. How could she only have half a brother when there were two of them? But then Aztec had explained while they had the same mother, her brothers had a different father. Their father was the nation up in the far north. She didn't understand why her mother wanted someone other than her father, but she was too young to dwell on it for long. Anyway, she wasn't quite sure why her mother had changed her name, but it had something to do with her brothers.
A soft sound, halfway between a squawk and a chirp, caught the girl's attention. Looking up into one of the trees, she could just make out green and red feathers. Her eyes widened slightly as she realized that a quetzal, a sacred bird, was up there. She smiled and attempted to copy the bird's call. The bird looked at her for a moment before returning its attention back to some fruit.
The girl moved on and soon found a large flat rock bathed in sunlight to rest on. She clambered up and lay down, relaxing in the warmth…
A loud snapping noise made her bolt upright. A quick glance at the sky told her that she'd fallen asleep for several hours. The forest was filled with the sound of- of something crashing through the underbrush. She stood up and tensed, ready to run at any moment. What was it? A tapir? Or perhaps a jaguar. No, a jaguar wouldn't make that much noise. Unless… it was injured and desperate, those were the most dangerous. The girl had almost made her mind up to flee when something in the bushes nearby sparkled in the sunlight like water. She froze, captivated by the sight until the thing broke through the bushes.
It was a man; at least, it seemed to be. He was covered from his neck to his feet in the same shining, water-like stuff she'd seen seconds before. He carried a long stick that had more of the shiny stuff at the end. The shiny stuff – was it some kind of metal? – curved and formed a point at the end. It looked very sharp, like a weapon, was it dangerous? Was this being dangerous? His face was also very strange to the little nation. His hair was the color of rich earth and his eyes were the color of leaves. His skin was very fair. The girl remembered stories her father had told her about the gods. Was he a god? It looked like it, he shone in the sunlight and his skin was a pale as new corn. The girl trembled and flinched when the being took a step closer. He smiled at her reassuringly and dropped his weapon. It made a weird bong as it hit a rock and she flinched again.
The man slowly approached the large rock she was still rooted to and knelt down so he was eyelevel with her. "Hola niña. Por favor, no tengas miedo. No voy a hacerte daño," he whispered softly. She tilted her head at the strange nonsense that left his mouth, not understanding a word. The man seemed to realize this and sighed in frustration. Then his eyes caught hold of her gold bracelets and he reached out to touch them without thinking.
She gasped as his large, warm hand covered her tiny wrist and she wrenched her hand back with a squeal of alarm. The man immediately backed up and held up his hands in a sign of surrender. She calmed down a bit and looked him in the eye. His expression held no malice in it, only curiosity. Slowly, carefully, she reached out and brushed his creamy skin. It felt like normal skin, but one could never tell with gods, if indeed that's what he was. He smiled again and his eyes seemed to light up. Without knowing how or why, the girl suddenly realized she liked this strange godling. She smiled back and quickly hopped off the rock. She took his large hand in hers and began pulling him along. She couldn't wait to show her father.
Ah, the innocence of youth. This is probably going to be a two part thing. And I get to share my headcannon! Mexico is America and Canada's older sister but she's technically their half sister. America and Canada's father is a personification of Northern Canada... I don't know what his name would be. Any ideas?
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P.S. Pffff! I just realized something. Spain SPARKLES. Like in Twili- /shot/