In France's House:
Canada and New Spain were playing with both Komajirou and Orito in Canada's bedroom. Canada was rolling a ball back and forth towards Komajirou and Komajirou would pass it back to Canada. New Spain was teaching Orito how to fly through hoops.
"Komajirou, do you finaly know my name?" a shy little Canada asked as he rolled the ball towards Komajirou.
"Again who are you?" asked Komajirou.
"It's me Ca-na-da," Canada replied shyly.
"Who?" Komajirou asked again.
"Canada!" Canada answered and stoped rolling the ball to Komajirou and began to wimper, which caused New Spain to drop the hoop that she held. New Spain looked at Orito and pointed to the window which the bird understood that she was telling him to rest. Canada looked so sad to her that she started walking towards him. Once she was infront of him she placed her arms around him gave him a hug and a kiss on his forehead.
"Canada, you are, Canada," was all she said.
That was all it took for Canada to stop crying. She was the only person other than France who did not forget who he was. He looked at New Spain's smiling face and felt blissful. He once asked France about this feeling he had for the New Spain.
Flash Back:
"France can I ask you something?" Canada asked.
"Sure, what is it Canada?" asked France.
"Well, you see. When ever I see New Spain smile my heart starts beating so loud that I am afraid someone can hear it. Everytime she hugs me my knees begin to feel weak that I am afraid that once she lets go I am going to fall to the ground. When ever she kisses me on the cheek my face feels extremly hot. And when she leaves and says good-bye, I feel something heavy in my chest that makes me think that my heart just fell to my stomach. France, can you please explain these feelings to me? Am I going to die?" asked a very scared little Canada.
France smiled at little boy and then scooped him up and went to sit down on a chair. France placed Canada on his lap and began to pet his hair like a parent does to their child.
"Canada, what would you do if New Spain was in danger?" asked France.
"I would try to help her. But I don't think she will ever need my help. She is very strong, fast, and smart. She doesn't need a prince charming to resque her," Canada said.
"If New Spain was crying what would you do then?" France asked.
"I would give her a napkin so that she could dry her tears with. But what does that have to do with anything, France?" asked Canada.
"You don't get it, Canada. You are in love with her," explained France "what you just said made it true."
"Do you think that New Spain loves me too?" asked Canada.
"I do not know, Canada. You will have to ask her that yourself," France said.
End flashback
"Je t'aime," Canada softly said.
New Spain blushed she could not believe what she just heard. She looked at Canada and said "Yo tambien te amo. Pero ya me tengo que hir. Lets go Orito, before Spain gets mad."
Orito flew from the window and straight onto New Spain's outstreched arm. And began to eat the piece of meat that New Spain held in her Orito ate he looked at Canada and spoke into his mind and said 'Canada if you truly love this little girl I call master. Then don't let her go just yet, make her stay a little longer by your side.'
"New Spain, p-please d-don't g-go y-yet. F-france isn't here and I will have no one to talk to. So can you please stay with me until he comes back?" asked Canada. He made those puppy eyes that apparently New Spain was unable to resist.
"Esta bien I'll stay a little longer with you. So what do you want to do until he returns?" asked New Spain.
"We can draw until France comes home, that would be nice. Unless you want to do something else," Canada shyly suggested.
"Oh no coloring sounds nice," New Spain agreed.
So Canada took out some art supplies that France gave him. Canada began to make drawings of himself and France, while New Spain made drawing of a place she would dream about being. Spain didn't know how much New Spain truly missed her homeland. At night when Spain was fast asleep she would get up and walk towards the window and cry because she wanted to go back home to her people, to Mama Azteca's temple, she missed her mother's exotic dances, but most of all she missed running wild in the fields and forest that surrounded her. The one thing that Spain had thought would not happen did, New Spain was homesick; however, New Spain would never tell Spain that.
Canada looked at the drawings that New Spain was making. "Hey, New Spain, what are you drawing?" Canada asked.
"Oh, these are just things I see in my dreams. I think it's the land from where Spain found me. My older brothers and sisters seem to know more about the place than I do. I guess it's because I was only baby when Spain brought me to his home," New Spain saddly replied.
"Do you ever want to go back?" Canada asked.
"Sometimes I do and then sometimes I don't," New Spain saddly said.
"Why don't you want to go back? Don't you want to go back?" asked Canada.
"No I do not want to go back, and it's because my last memories of that place are too painful," New Spain saddly answered.
"What happened?" Canada asked.
"My mom died the day before Spain took me away to live with him," New Spain said, "lets not talk about it. I like leaving the past behind me. Besides there is something my mom use to always tell me 'Keep your head held high and move forward.' Or at least I remembe she would say that."
Canada did not ask New Spain anymore questions about her home, because he knew that it still hurt her. Several minutes passed and they began to fall asleep. Canada used Komajirou as a pillow while New Spain had her head on Canada's stomach. Orito looked at mammals that were fast asleep. He looked at both sides to make sure no one would notice what he was about to do. He transformed into a boy that appeared to be about ten years old. Orito's hair was a golden brown just like his feathers, and he had eagle eyes, his skin was pale he was quite hadsome for a ten year old, he wore a tan brown pancho and matching pants and boots. Orito grabed Canada and Komajirou and placed them on the bed then he went to pick up New Spain and placed her on his arms and sat down on the rocking chair that was inside the room. He began to hum to New Spain, he did not want her to ever forget where she was from. Then suddenly he heard the front door unlock and open. In less then a blink of an eye Orito placed New Spain in the bed with Canada and Komajirou. Then he began to clean up the mess both Canada and New Spain had created. Then he heard the door to Canada's bedroom move, while the door opened he transformed back into the golden eagle that everyone knew he was. France walked in and saw the two tiny nations fast asleep on the bed.
"You both look like tiny fragile angels that cannot cause any harm to anyone. New Spain do you want to know a little secret I learned about Spain?" France asked the sleeping nation. Orito stood alert to what France had to say, but France noticed this so he opened up a window to let the bird fly out. Orito being a total bird brain took the bait and flew out, and right before he desided to fly back in France closed the window on him. 'What do you want to tell my master, Bastardo! I will not leave this place until you say something. Ooh a mouse, that way,' Orito thought and flew away to catch that mouse and eat it.
France sat down right next to New Spain's sleeping body. "Spain is in love with you. Can you believe that?" France asked the sleeping child. To France's surprise New Spain replied to his own question.
"I love him too," New Spain mumbled. Then tears began to form on her pretty little closed eyes, and fell down her cute little cheeks. France was surprised by her reaction. Just then there was an exploding knock on the front door. Followed by Spain's exploding yells.
"FRANCE! COME HERE THIS INSTANT AND GIVE ME MY NEW SPAIN! YOU DAMN, BASTARDO!" Spain yelled.
"Oh look, New Spain your prince charming has arrived," France told the sleeping child. He picked up the tiny girl and took her to Spain. When he opened the door and saw Spain he felt so afraid. France was not afraid of Spain's strength although that should be frightening enough, nor his speed but the fire that burned within Spain's green eyes. When Spain saw New Spain in France's arms he grew even angrier, no one in his house was allowed to carry New Spain except for him. How dare France commit what everyone else in his house consider a grand taboo. Spain walked towards France.
"Give. Me. My. Girl," Spain demanded between angry breaths he. Spain did not wait for France to do just that. Spain just snatched the little girl form his arms, and began to walk back home, while Orito flew right behind them. When France could no longer see their silhouettes he sank to the floor. He finally understood why Spain had once been considered a Conquerer in the New World, and it scared him.