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A/N: Hey, everyone! It's Pollux here! I convinced Castor to allow me to write the next two chapters. If anything seems like it doesn't fit in with the original characters it's because I wrote it not Castor.
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This chapter is dedicated to Nopperabo.
What is this?
Canada sat in the very center of a set of swirling sigils. After the attack on his country he had passed out and woken up in this field of white nothingness. It hadn't stayed that way for long, though. The sigils surrounding him played a continuous repeat of all his memories, from the first time he appeared to the present day.
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Vinland struggled in the net violently, trying to remove the snare from around himself. He had been wandering the forest minding his own business when suddenly this net snapped him up out of nowhere. No doubt it was for food. But Vinland couldn't remember any of the Native American tribes using this type of trap on animals.
"Jeg tror, vi fangede noget. (I think we caught something.)" Vinland froze as the words reached his ears. Was that what this net was for, food? Were the strange men going to eat him? The young nation struggled harder in the trap.
Four men stepped into the clearing. One of them stopped at the sight of Vinland ensnared in the net.
"Det er et barn, (It's a child,)" the man said. He advanced on Vinland, kneeling down next to him. "Hvor der ingen børn i landsbyen? (Were there any children in the village?)" he asked his fellow men.
"Nej," one of them said, shaking his head.
"Måske de er ligesom vores ledere, (Maybe they are like our leaders,)" another man suggested.
Their leader, as Vinland decided he was, nodded. "Vi vil tage ham til dem og se, hvad de siger. (We will take him to them and see what they say.)" He cut the net free from the surrounding saplings but left Vinland entangled in it. Vinland struggled weakly. He did not want to go with them and meet their leaders. What if the leaders decided to kill him?
The trip through the forest was a long one. These strange men must have decided to hunt far away from their village where there was sure to be prey. When they did reach the village the man left his three friends and carried Vinland to three more men. Two were tall, one wearing glasses, while the third was shorter but still held a frightening air around himself. The men turned to Vinland's captor as he approached.
"Vi fandt noget i skoven, Herrer, (We found something in the forest, sirs,)" the man told his leaders.
"Hvad?" the grinning man asked in a boisterous voice. The man holding Vinland held the net up for them to inspect the small boy inside. The boisterous man's grin fell from his face, the man wearing glasses raised an eyebrow, and the shortest man's mouth dropped open.
"Gi ham til meg, (Give him to me,)" the shortest man said, snatching the net and holding Vinland close.
"Du kan gå, (You can go,)" the boisterous man said. The hunter bowed and left them alone.
The shorter man turned around and the three of them huddled around Vinland. The young nation shrank back, terrified. He felt like an animal with them staring at him like that.
"Is that really what I think it is, Norway?" the boisterous man asked the shortest. Vinland was surprised to hear him speaking something different than he had been.
"Ja, Denmark," Norway breathed. "Sweden, cut him loose." Sweden, the tallest man with glasses, withdrew a knife from his boot and cut the netting from around Vinland. Denmark pulled the material away, dropping it to the ground as Norway held Vinland up to his face.
"What's its name?" Denmark asked.
"He's n't an 'it'," Sweden said.
"Little one, do you have a name?" Norway asked gently.
"V-Vinland," the young nation whispered. "Are you going to eat me?" he asked fearfully. Norway's eyes widened and Denmark frowned in disgust.
"What kind of barbarians are out there?" Denmark asked, looking over his shoulder to the forest.
"No, little one," Norway said. "We're not going to eat you. We are nations, just like you." Vinland cocked his head. "Do you have a father?" Vinland shook his head. "A mother?" Another shake.
"We should take care of him," Denmark suggested. "We can be yer fars," he said to Vinland.
Norway considered Vinland for a moment. "Ja, he must be our colony if his name is 'Vinland'." He held Vinland to his chest and kissed his head. "We are going to take good care of you, min lille koloni."
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"I miss papa," Canada said sadly. He and America stood on a cliff overlooking the calm sea. It had been years since France had been forced to hand Canada over to England and the brothers had met. America looked to be fourteen years old to a human while Canada looked a year younger.
"You'll see him again someday," America assured his brother. He stared out across the night sky.
"You think?" Canada asked hopefully.
"Sure, England comes back for me."
"But he doesn't stay," Canada pointed out.
America was silent for a moment. "I thought you said the sky was going to light up," he finally said, changing topics.
"It is," Canada said. "Farther up north." America looked aghast. "But I can make it light up here."
"Do it!" America said excitedly. Both brothers had magic and were secretly learning how to use it through experimentation. England had discovered America's gift on his last visit and left him a spell book to learn from. But Canada had been once again ignored.
Canada gave his grinning brother a small smile then turned back to the horizon. Raising both his hands palms up to shoulder height, Canada took a deep breath. He felt the rush of power through his body that ended in tingling in his fingertips. Releasing the breath, Canada allowed the power to flow from his hands and into the cool air.
Joyous laughter filled the air beside him. Canada opened his eyes and let his hands drop to his sides. The dark night sky was lit up with the Aurora Borealis of the north. America watched it happily. Canada could see the Northern Lights all the time in the winter, but they only appeared once in a while to America.
Canada watched the lights reflected in America's eyes happily. He loved doing magic with his brother. They would have competitions to see who could cast the better spell until they were both exhausted. The next day was the beginning of June in the year 1692. America would never cast another spell for as long as he lived.
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Canada chased his older brother through the forest like they had so many years ago when they'd played. But this was no game. Canada was out for blood.
"I said I was sorry!" America's shout reached Canada's ears.
"Sorry won't fix York!" Canada yelled in fury. A pounding grew in his head until he lost all sense of what was happening. Adrenaline pumped through Canada's body and his legs carried him faster until he overtook his brother.
America shouted in surprise as they tumbled to the forest floor. He turned over to apologize again but didn't get the chance to. Canada punched his brother across the face. America's head snapped back. Canada saw with satisfaction that his older brother's nose was broken.
"This is revenge for what you did," Canada snarled. America cowered under his brother's crazy glare.
"I'b-" Canada raised a fist and punched America again. His happy memories were forgotten as he beat his brother to a pulp. Only the angry memories surfaced, fueling Canada's fury.
By the time the sun rose America was a sobbing mess. Canada left his brother on the forest floor. He turned back to the older colony.
"Just wait until tomorrow night."
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Cuba and Prussia gaped at the sea of twenty thousand tulips. Netherlands watched them with a smug smirk, his pipe smoking in his mouth. Canada wanted to disappear in embarrassment.
"That," Prussia said in astonishment. "Is a lot of tulips."
"Sí," Cuba nodded in agreement.
"You didn't need to do this," Canada said softly but Netherlands waved him off.
"It's a thank you," Netherlands told him. "For rescuing me and allowing my princess to be born Dutch." He ruffled Canada's hair fondly. The younger nation ducked his face in Kumajirou's fur.
"It wasn't a big deal," Canada muttered. "I hate to ask, but would you Kumajirou for me? I have a meeting with America this week."
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"Thank you for recognizing my independence, Canada," Ukraine said. "And allowing me to stay at your house."
"It's my pleasure," Canada said, leading the Slavic nation into his living room and relieving her of her luggage. "You can stay for as long as you like."
"Oh, thank you, Canada." Ukraine hugged Canada tightly.
Canada patted her back comfortingly. "Belarus will be at America's house," he told his friend. "You can visit her whenever you want."
"I cannot thank you enough." Ukraine released Canada, tears forming in her eyes. "You and America are the kindest nations I have met." Canada flushed in embarrassment.
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Canada had no idea what happened. One moment he was watching the hockey game with America, then next he was roaring and punching America with all his might. His older brother had responded with punches of his own.
That had been four days ago. Canada's fist hurt with every punch and pain spasmed down his spine with every step, but he ignored the pain. All Canada knew was that his brother needed to die . . . or at least pass out. The goal had changed after the second day.
America seized Canada by the shoulders and drove his head through the wall. Pain erupted through Canada's skull but he ignored it, focusing instead on trying to pull his head out of the wall.
"Bloody hell!" Canada heard an angry shout. "America, what do you think you're doing, lad?" America was forcefully pulled off Canada. Canada shoved out of the wall and pounced at his brother. He heard England's surprised shout and France's swear as the brothers tumbled to the floor.
"Stop it this minute!" England shouted angrily. He tried to pry America off Canada but failed. Canada kicked out with all his strength, striking America's right leg. A sickening crack echoed throughout the room. Everyone froze, looking at America. America howled at the ceiling and punched Canada in the jaw.
The fight continued on for seven more hours until England and France finally dragged Canada off America. They were driven to a private hospital where the doctor, who dealt with Canada's injuries, was surprised for once. He had never seen nations in such a condition after a simple hockey game. The brothers had spent four days in the hospital for their injuries.
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Canada sighed and leaned back, watching as the memories started again. He wished he knew where America was. Right now, more than ever, Canada wanted his older brother.
Canada's Memories.
A/N: The Vikings landed in Canada and founded their first settlement L'Anse aux Meadows. Vinland is a common name used by many other authors so we decided the Vikings would most likely call Canada "Vinland", it seemed more fitting.
The White House was burned down in revenge for York being burned down. It was originally yellow but was later painted white to hide the smoke stains.
Here in the upper Midwest we can see Aurora Borealis every once in a while, but it's hard to see and really, really rare.
Every year Netherlands sends twenty thousand tulip bulbs to Canada in thanks for rescuing them from German occupation. The royal family was sent to Canada for their own safety. The maternity ward was proclaimed as Dutch territory for the day of the princess' birth so she would be 100% Dutch.
Canada was the first nation to recognize Ukraine's independence after the fall of the Soviet Unions. There were also four large waves of Ukrainian immigration to Canada.
I think I hear Castor coming, I need to find a new place to write!