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Chapter 4

Since hearing what England had to say about the egg he found at his house, both America and Canada were curious over what kind of creature was left from the storm which hit them. Following this curiosity, the two of them had decided to go out and look for their own egg. This did not take too long for them, and after only a couple moments of searching they found what looked like a nest sitting in a lone tree; uninjured by the blizzard's winds.

"Give me a lift so I can take a look," America ordered Canada as he began climbing onto the others back. With a sigh, Canada helped support his brother and brought him near the tree. Luckily, the nest was not up too high, and America was able to easily and carefully bring the nest down.

"Anything inside?" Canada asked as he straightened his back and looked at America.

"Well, I found an egg, but…I don't know. I'd have thought that it'd look cooler than a giant robin's egg," America answered a bit disappointedly.

"But it has to be the egg, it only makes sense," Canada responded as he looked closer at the egg. He had to admit, however, that compared to the icy, shiny egg he saw for Finland's egg, and the egg England explained that this one looked rather dull. Even if it was a lovely shade of sky blue. And why did it look downy?

"It's totally boring, so I guess I can see letting you keep it," America commented. He had been hoping that it had already hatched into something cool, not still a weird egg.

To this comment, Canada looked around to see that they were almost exactly at their border; but still on his side. To this Canada commented originally to himself, "Technically the egg was on my side, so I don't need your permission to keep it. But thanks anyways."

America snapped back into attention at this. He then said, "You make it sound like the egg was going to be yours anyways!"

"Well, maybe it was. Besides, you just gave it to me so why do you care?" Canada asked defensively as he held the egg and petted the truly downy texture.

"Well maybe I should take it back as collateral. I mean, my side was hit a lot harder by the storm than your side," America pouted angrily. Sure, he was going to simply let Canada have the egg when he thought it was boring. But once hearing that Canada was planning on keeping it for himself from the beginning, well, let's just say that America suddenly became very interested in the egg.

"My side, my egg," was all Canada quietly argued as he held the egg to his ear. He thought that he heard a sighing sound from it, but was not too sure if that was the wind or not. Suddenly, a large gust of wind appeared which snatched the egg out of Canada's gentle grip and hurled it up into the air closer to the border.

"The egg!" Both nations yell as they chased after it. They then both halted in their places as the egg seemed to hover in midair. A crack then appeared in the egg, followed by the shell turning white and into a pair of beautiful, feathery wings. The wings then spread out more, allowing them to see that they were attached to a little body with long, whitish-blond hair and large, pointed ears.

The creature tried to flap her wings for a moment, only to then fall towards the ground. Without thinking, America hurled himself forward to catch the creature before it hit the ground.

"Are you okay?" Canada asked as he rushed up to America and the hatchling.

"Ya…you know how comfy rocks are. Soft as pillows," America commented dryly as he tried brushing the debris from his jacket. They then both looked at the creature.

Upon seeing it closer, they found that it was a girl, who looked up more at the sky than the two nations. After a moment to rest, she tried flapping the wings on her back again and found herself able to hover slightly before landing roughly onto Canada's arm.

"She kind of looks like those fairy things England keeps talking to," America commented as he watched the girl climb higher up Canada with the use of his jacket's creases.

"I suppose so…more like a little angel if you ask me though," Canada replied quietly as he used his spare arm to shield her from another strong gust.

The two of them looked at the girl for several more moments, commenting on how she acted almost like a young bird, only for America to then look around his surroundings and smirk. He then turned to Canada and said, "You know how you were thinking that she should be your egg since we found her on your side?"

"Ya, what about it?" Canada asked.

"Well I was thinking, you can say you had her as an egg and I'll have her as a little flying creature. After all, she did hatch on my side of the border," America continued smirking.

"America that's not fair! She was only an egg for a couple minutes! Besides she likes me more; look at how happy she looks in my arms," Canada protested.

"Come here little bird-girl-thing!" America ordered happily to the girl with outstretched arms. In response, the child stood up from her place in the crook of Canada's arm, and with several moments of concentration was able to fly over to look America face-to-face. She then smiled and gave America a kiss on the tip of his nose.

"What were you saying about her liking you more?" America asked satisfied with himself.

"No?!" Canada replied looking defeated. In response to this, the girl flew back to Canada and gave him also a kiss on his nose before curling up atop a bag they brought for a nap.

The two were silent for a moment until Canada continued, "I think that just means she likes both of us. I guess…we could share her…"

"Share her, huh…I guess that could be okay. But let's share her inside and out of this freezing wind," America agreed, only to then carefully grab the bag and for the two of them to head towards a house they shared nearby.

As they walked Canada asked, "So then what are we going to name her?"

"I think we should name her something cool and unique and shows her abilities. How about…," America began only to be cut off by Canada saying, "How about Angelica?"

"Angelica? I said cool and unique; not something that makes her sound like every other fourth girl in the world," America argued.

"I think that the name suits her. After all, she does still remind me of a little angel," Canada persisted timidly. America scowled at this, only to then quiet when Canada asked, "Or what did you have in mind?"

"Well, I don't really know…," America admitted.

Canada smiled slightly at this, then said, "So then how about we call her Angelica or something like that until you do think of a 'cool and unique name' for her, eh?"

"I guess that could work… Fine, we can call her that until I think of a better name; just don't get too used to calling her that," America answered, earning a slight smile from Canada. The Canadian knew that America would most likely forget about this name business later on; and rejoiced in his victory quietly.

Anyone seeing the pattern yet?

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