Early 16th century

Arthur and Francis, aka England and France respectively, had been traveling around the New World for some time already, looking for the baby nation that was bound to have been born. So far they hadn't had any luck. They had decided that they'd let the nation decide whom it wanted to live with and the other wouldn't hold the other responsible for it's actions.

Right now they were arriving at a clearing that bathed in sunlight. The flowers were in full bloom and birds were singing joyously. It was a totally normal clearing with one exception: there was a small child in the middle of it playing with a bunny.

The child gave off an unmistakeable aura of a nation.

Arthur and Francis glanced at each other. They had found what they had been looking for. The new nation of America.

"Hey there little guy... what are you doing here?" asked Francis as he approached the child.

Said child looked up from his bunny with wide, blue eyes. "Förlot, jag förstor dig inte," he said and went back to playing with the bunny.

The older nations were gobsmacked. The baby nation was talking in swedish and was totally ignoring them. How embarrasing.

But... if the New World was just discovered how could the child speak in swedish? It didn't make any sense.

Arthur stepped forward and the child's eyes drew up to his face... or more specifically his eyebrows. He stared at them in horror (his momma and papa were both very beautiful, thank you very much) before he began to cry.

"Whaaaa! Mommaaa!"

"Alfred!" shouted someone from nearby. Soon from the forrest emerged a youong blond girl with lavender eyes. As soon as she reached the baby she scooped him up to her arms and began to sooth him. "Kaikki on hyvin, kulta, äiti on tässä, ei tarvitse enää pelätä," she cooed at him in a language neither of the older nations had ever heard before. She continued to calm him, ignoring the two other nations.

Soon though, the child had calmed down and the girl turned to the other nations. She cooked her head sideways, like she was confused. "Su-san, kan du komma hit?" she shouted over her shoulder to the forrest she came from.

The older nations blinked again. So apperently the girl could also speak swedish as well. Soon they got something else to blink at though, as Sweden came from the forrest with his sword drawn.

"Wh't 's 't A'no?" the tall swede asked before he saw Arthur and Francis.

"Well, I was having a nap after flaying the rabbit I caught when I heard Alfred crying. So I, being the responsible mother that I am, ran here and calmed him down. Then I noticed those two. As they felt like nations I called for you as you have more experience with foregin nations," the girl explaned in slightly accented english.

"Th'se tw' 're Engl'nd 'n' Fr'nce," Sweden grunted and put his sword back to it's hilt.

"You mean those two that Ingvar and Mathias bothered when they were Vikings?" asked the girl.

Sweden only nodded as he went over.

The girl turned to the other two, creeped out, nations and smiled. "Sorry, I didn't mean to ignore you. I'm Fenland, by the way, Aino Väinämöinen. And this little one is Alfred F. Johanson," she said and nuzzled the childs blond hair.

"I am Arthur Kirkland, also known as England," Arthur answered and blushed slightly.

"I'm Francis Bonnefoy, mademoiselle, also known as France," Francis said with a charming smile and kissed Aino's right hand. "You may call me Francis."

She blushed bright red and Sweden almost growled as his glear magnificied. Both Arthur and Francis flinched.

"Now Alfred, what scared you?" Aino asked and turned to the child on her left hip.

Alfred simply pointed at Arthur who looked embarrased. Aino glanced at him.

"I don't see anything scary in him."

"Those things on his forehead," Alfred said in a small voice. "Why are they like that? Are they going to eat me?"

Aino laughed. "No, you silly, they are his eyebrows. They simply are like that in the way I have lavender eyes, your papa has green eyes and you have blue eyes," she explained.

"Why?" he cooked his head.

"Well, I'm not sure but I know one thing," she said smugly.

"What momma?"

"It's time for your nap," she said and began to walk back to the forrest where she came from, humming a lullaby quietly.

The three males looked after her before Sweden turned to Francis, grabbed his collar and pulled him close to his face.

"Keep yer h'nds off of 'm w'fe," he growled, shoved Francis to the ground and stalked after Aino.

Francis got up from the ground and brushed the dirt form his clothes.

"Well, we found what we came looking for and it seems he already has capable parents."

"You call Sweden capable?" Arthur asked with a frown.

Francis shrugged. "Well, I wouldn't want to anger Sweden, that's for sure. He, Denmark and Norway took over Russia in five years, sorry if I'm not going to challenge him on something he cares about."

"Good point... We propably should head back to camp... I left some stew on the fire..."

"As long as I don't have to eat your cooking I'm okay," Francis laughed, turned on his heal and walked back to the side of the forrest he and Arthur came from.

Arthur followed him deep in thought. Sure, Sweden had the lad but he hadn't begun to build on his land... surely he wouldn't mind if Arthur set up a few traiding posts...

A/N:

"Förlot, jag förstor dig inte" is swedish for "I'm sorry, I don't understand you"

"Kaikki on hyvin, kulta, äiti on tässä, ei tarvitse enää pelätä" is finnish for "Everything's okay, honey, mommy's here, there's no need to be afarid anymore"

"Su-san, kan du komma hit?" is swedish for "Su-san, can you come here?"

Finland is a demutive of Fenland which Finland was called before for its numerious fenns, I thought it might be better to call Finland that as "Finland" hasn't been born yet...

And so America became England's colony despite Alfred not living with him.

Sweden never took over Russia, I just made this up... and for those who like Ivan, don't worry, he'll be coming back... with a little bit better manners... and a fear of raw fish...

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