This chapter's for MyNameisGuest who requested a story based off of Colors of the Wind. Hope this meets your expectations!

Song: Colors Of The Wind

A twig snapped underneath Prussia's boot, making him grip his rifle tighter and look around. The unfamiliar Virginian forest was giving him the creeps. Strange new animals and fierce Indians made it a dangerous place for a white man to venture, even if he was a country. For once he cursed the fact that he was albino and that his pale skin and white hair made him stand out like a poppy in a bed of violets. Why was he tromping through this stupid forest? Because stupid France had convinced him to get on a stupid boat and cross the stupid ocean to visit stupid England and now he had to help him find his stupid colony who had apparently gotten lost like a stupid, stupid brat!

"Tch, dunno vhat he even looks like," Prussia muttered under his breath. England had given him a vague description, so worried as he was at the thought of his "little brother" getting into trouble.

"'Blonde hair, blue eyes, help me find him!'" Prussia mocked the other nation's panicked tone as he kicked rock out from under his foot. "Vhat a stupid kid, getting lost in his own land. Completely unawesome!"

Any further comment on the colony's character and intelligence was cut off by a large rock being thrown at his head and missing by mere inches. With a yelp the European swung around and aimed his rifle up at the tree it had come from. A shadowy figure was huddled in the branches. It was so small, like a child. Could it be…?

"Come out vhere I can see you!" he yelled. The figure only huddled closer to the tree. Prussia snorted and returned the favor by firing a warning shot near their head. The stranger let out a shrill scream and tumbled out of the tree to land sprawled out in front of Prussia.

It was a boy with shaggy blonde hair and bright blue eyes. Prussia was almost sure that this was England's colony…. except for the fact he was dressed in Indian garb. The boy glared up at him defiantly.

"What do you want pale face? Are you gonna take me back to the fort?"

A grin spread across Prussia's face. This kid had guts. He allowed the tip of his gun to touch the ground as he bent over. "To be honest, I don't really care vhether you live or die. I do care zhat you tried to hurt zhe awesomeness known as Prussia! I zhought England had taught you better zhan to zhrow rocks at your elders and betters."

The boy stood up and took a few cautionary steps away from him. Now Prussia could see that a lock of hair near the front of the kid's face defied gravity and formed a sort of cowlick. He wondered vaguely if it represented anything before shooing the thought away. It wasn't like he gave two third's of a horses arsch about the boy.

The young colony's glare deepened. "I hate him! Go tell England to leave and take all of his people with him! I don't want your kind here!"

A raised eyebrow was his only answer.

"You heard me! I'd do anything to get you white men out of my land!"

Prussia snickered. "You ever get a good look at yourself kid? You're as white as the rest of us."

A stricken look crossed the boy's face and he clapped his hands over his ears and scrunched his eyes shut. "You're lying! I'm nothing like you! I'm an Indian, you hear?! You're lying, you're lying, you're lying!" Hot tears leaked out from the corner's of his eyes and he huddled close to the ground. He looked like he was trying to squish his head between his hands. A wave of empathy washed over Prussia as he stared at the poor little colony. A similar conflict had plagued him when he was younger. He had started out as a band of knights fighting for Christianity while his own grandfather had worshipped pagan gods. Now this kid - America? Yeah, that was his name - had to choose between the two culture's in his land. He probably didn't have a choice as to which side he favored. For all Prussia knew, the kid might wake up tomorrow as a plucky young British chap.

Slowly, carefully, he knelt next to America and placed a hand on his shoulder. America gasped and his eyes fluttered open, but he didn't try to move away.

"Hey, kid," Prussia began. "I know it's hard, having to choose. But it gets better. I mean…gah! Vhat am I trying to say?!" he ran his free hand through his hair and looked away awkwardly. America took the opportunity to wipe away his tears and nose.

"...I get it." the colony muttered. The two shared a look of mutual respect and understanding before they both got to their feet.

Prussia ruffled America's blonde hair and cackled, "You're strong, kid! You'll go far!"

America shrugged. "Who cares?"

"Who cares?!" Prussia looked at him incredulously. "Listen here, in zhis world the only zhing zhat matters is how powerful you are. Zhat's what separates the losers from the awesome ones!"

The boy tilted his head to one side. "...But how does that make you happy?"

The albino sighed and shook his head. "Nevermind, you'll understand once your body and mind grow a bit." He didn't say that the boy's heart was already bigger than most men's.

Yay! Another headcannon fulfilled. XD Anywho, I have a question for y'all. For my last chapter I want to include all of you awesome reviewers! If you'd like to be in the final chapter please send a review or PM telling my your name, a description of yourself (both of those can be fake if you want) and what you'd want to do if you were in Disneyland. *spoilers*