Hello my dear readers! Here is another short story! I hope you enjoy it!
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The dark clouds in the sky gave the tell-tale signs of a heavy thunderstorm would soon be approaching. The G8 meeting was currently being held near the American-Canadian border. The others payed it no mind but America and Canada were on edge.
This storm was different than any other recent ones.
Something bad was going to happen. They could feel it throughout their lands. A storm like this hadn't come since they were small.
"America! Canada! Pay attention!" England called out in the middle of his presentation.
Blue eyes immediately met with angry vibrant green. The North American twins smiled sheepishly and tried to ease their parent's annoyance.
"Sorry dude! We just got a little distracted by the thunderstorm."
England sighed along with the rest of the other nations and rubbed his temple. "America. Canada. Why on earth would a thunderstorm be interesting? I'm sure both of you have seen them plenty of times. Now PLEASE try and pay attention."
The green-eyed nation went back to giving his presentation but the twins' thoughts were on something else. Just as he was nearing the end, loud sounds of thunder and lightning resounded all around, scaring the Italy brothers.
"Wah!" Romano and Italy hugged each other close.
"Haha! You two are scared of a little thunderstorm!? The awesome me strikes fear into these storms!" Prussia exclaimed.
"Bruder, behave." Germany sighed in exasperation at his brother's stupidity.
Another flash of lightning and boom of thunder, came again. The twins counted how many seconds the lightning was far away.
Crash! Boom!
One Mississippi….
Two Mississippi….
Crash! Boom!
The sounds came every two seconds, America and Canada paled at proximity of the storm to the building. The others didn't notice the distressed twins as they were busy trying calm down the Italies.
America cursed quietly. "Damn. That storm is way too close."
"What do you think it is?"
"…I have a hunch… but, let's hope I'm wrong."
America and Canada glanced around the meeting room. If it was what they thought it was, then the others were in danger. Something that they had been taught was evil in every way, was close. Too close.
Hopefully, the thunderstorm was also a sign indicating that its opposition was nearby as well.
An animal so large and powerful. A powerful spirit that would help them.
The Thunderbird.
CLASH! BOOM!
"Aaahh!" Two cries of children are heard loud and clear.
In the forest, hiding in a large hollow opening in an Oak tree, sits Native America as she holds her children close. Whimpers are heard from the tots as they seek comfort from their mother.
"It's alright my children. There is nothing to be afraid of," Native America soothes reassuringly.
"Mama, why is the sky so angry?" Maska asks curiously. The fear is still present in his trembling body but curiosity is overtaking.
Native America chuckles in amusement causing the twins to look at her confusedly.
She smiles softly and hugs them tightly. "The sky is not angry, my sons. The Thunderbirds are nearby, scouting the area and making sure that it is safe for us and our people."
"Really?!" Their eyes widen in awe. "What are the Thunderbirds?"
"They are large beautiful birds. Every time the flap their wings, thunder and lightning crackle in the sky," Native America spreads her arms out and wide, mimicking bird wings. "They watch over us from high up in the mountains. They fight the Unktehila."
The story captures the attention of the twins. "Mama, what are the Unktehila?"
Her eyes darken, the twins shrink down, afraid that they had asked something they shouldn't.
"The Unktehila are giant snakes that eat people. They are dangerous and are the enemies of the Thunderbirds. When you two are bigger and stronger, it will be your responsibility to protect our people and those precious to us."
Maska and Kanata looked onto their mother's face, blue eyes full of determination.
"Don't worry Mama! Kanata and I will protect everyone! Even you!"
"We will protect our people! Everyone!"
Native America smiled at her children and hugged them close as the storm roared outside.
"I know both of you will."
When everyone sat back down again, another flash of lightening followed by thunder. The whole building lost power, startling the others.
"Wah! Germany! Help me!"
"Veneciano! Don't go to that Potato Bastard! I need you!"
"B-but Fratello!"
"Stupid North American weather, aru. Why can't it make up its mind? Don't you think so too, Japan?"
"…"
"Kolkolkolkol….."
"Don't worry Mon Petite Lapin, I will protect you!"
"Where are you touching, you pervert! We're in public!"
"But it is dark, no one will see anything. Honhonhon…."
"Get away from me!"
"The awesome me isn't scared! Keseseseses…."
"Everyone calm down!" Germany commanded loudly. "Now, panicking isn't going to help. America and Canada does this building have an emergency power?"
"Yeah. The staff should be getting it back up in a few minutes," Canada answered quickly.
Before any other questions could be asked, a few dimmed lights turned back on, giving the building an eerie atmosphere. America and Canada walked towards the large window in the room, their eyes watching the shadows for any signs of movement, good or bad.
The rain hit the window and ground so hard, that it was almost impossible to see in the dark. There in the trees, they see a large shadow. By the way it moving, the twins could tell that it is something large and they almost miss it in the dark. Looking at it closely, the America and Canada come to a horrible realization and abruptly turn towards the others.
"Everyone! It's not safe here! We have to evacuate immediately!" America commands.
Canada is busy talking on the phone to inform the staff in the building to evacuate as well.
"What the bloody hell are you talking about America? It's only a little power outage." England asks irritated.
"Everyone we need to leave now!" Canada yells quickly.
"What is wrong, America, Canada? You two have never acted like this before?" France asks curiously.
"Evacuate now, questions later." Canada urgently packs his stuff along with America.
The urgent movements of the twins is starting to freak out the others.
Romano tries to show annoyance but his fear is heard by all. "What the hell are you two bastards talking about?"
Before America and Canada can answer and persuade the other nations, a loud screeching noise is heard just outside the large window. They all cover their ears, hoping to block out the sound that sends dread and fear through all of their bodies.
The scream is heard again but much closer, near the window.
"Damn it all to Hell! Everyone get down!" America's cries of urgency have the others obeying without any argument.
"America, it's him."
"Tch. I thought that bastard was killed long ago."
Immediately, America opens a secret cupboard in the back of the meeting room. Everyone stares in shock at cabinet full of rifles and hand guns. The twins grab two each and a handful of grenades, then move towards the window.
"Amerika, what is going on comrade?" Russia asks with a childish smile, but the uneasiness is present in his face.
"Unktehila." The unison omnipresent answer has everyone shake in fear.
America and Canada wait, their rifles aiming at the window, waiting.
It's quiet. Too quiet. The twins notice this and prepare for the worst.
Only the sounds of breathing and the outside rain could be heard. A large grandfather clock is in the far part of the room, ticking away, like a bomb ready to explode any minute.
Tick.
Tick.
Tick.
CRASH!
The large dark shadow rams into the building breaking the window. The others cry out in fear, but America and Canada pay no mind towards the others or the broken window. They wait for their target to show.
It rams into the building again, making a large hole into the wall. Heavy rain leak inside soaking everything. But what caught everyone's attention was a large snake with horns. His golden eyes glowed brightly in the dark, its forked tongue slithered in and out of its mouth.
"I finnaallly ffoound youuu. Now I wiiillllll eat youuu. ~ss"
The large snake spoke in a language that only the twins could only understand. A language that was once used by all the tribes on their lands. A forgotten language.
America aimed his rifle and snarled at the snake. "Why are you here?! Your kind should have been exterminated centuries ago."
"Yessss, we were. But onnnlly I ssssurvived. And now I've come to take revenge!"
The large snake's mouth opened widely, in attempts to eat the twins. Everyone watched in shock, fear holding them in place until the snake attacked.
"America! Canada!" England cried out in despair. "Move body! Why can't I move?!"
Shots fired, causing some pain to the snake. America and Canada fired at every opportunity. The snake focused on distracting them and finding an opening. The twins noticed that if they stayed any longer the building would collapse from its weakened state along with the weight of the snake.
"America! We need to move!"
"Roger!"
With that, America and Canada went on each side of the snake, shooting at it, making it back away and trying to shake off the bullets. This gave them a little more time to grab another rifle before they jumped down from the open wall and landed in some trees before they jumped to the ground.
The flash of lightening was the only light to illuminate the dark. Bullets, explosions, and the cries of anger from the snake mixed in with the loud sounds from the thunderstorm.
"What the hell was that thing!?" Romano cried out, breaking the silence and fear of the others.
England gained control of his legs and shakily got up, determined to help his sons. "We need to help them."
"Mon lapin, did you not see the size of that thing?!"
England glared at France. Anger. Betrayal. Concern. Despair. So many emotions swam in his vibrant green eyes. "I saw. And OUR CHILDREN are out there fighting it, risking their lives while we wait in here! We're the parents, we should be protecting them not the other way around!"
Tears threatened to fall from England's eyes but he stubbornly held them in. The others knew that they should help.
The guns kept firing, almost blending into the sound of the heavy rainfall.
"…but it's not something we know how to fight. We will just get in the way."
The soft and heart-broken words from Italy echoed in the room.
"As much as I hate to say this, Italy is right. That…thing is on American and Canadian soil. It seems like they know how to fight it," Germany begrudgingly said.
England stood in shock at the nations. His brows furrowed angrily. "Pathetic," he spat. "I don't give a damn if it's only their problem, I am going to help MY children."
England turned to exit and help the twins when two loud cries erupted from outside. Immediately, everyone ran to the opening and peered into the wet and dark, hoping to find the younger nations.
"There!" China cried and pointed on their left.
The lightning illuminated the area for a few seconds but that was all they needed to see how hurt the twins were. Blood covered their heads and arms. It was hard to tell if they had any broken bones but their weapons were completely destroyed.
The sight of his injured children sent England into despair. "Boys! Hold on! I'm coming!"
America and Canada had heard the cries from England along with the large snake.
"Tthhey look tasssty. Sssay good bye to your little friendssss."
"Everyone stay away! Leave! We don't need you!" They yelled in hopes to that the others would leave and not try to help.
"Itsss no ussse. I will eat ttthhem after I eat yooouu! Sss"
The snake lunged at the twins, however they moved just in time. The large fangs hit the ground and making it cry out in pain.
"No! Alfred! Matthew!"
France and Germany did their best to hold back a struggling England as the snake made its attack.
"NNNOOOO!"
Did you guys enjoy the chapter? There is a second part to this story. Are you guys in suspense!? I hope so!
So the Legend of the Thunderbird is pretty popular in Native American tribes near the mid-west through upper west coast areas. So pretty much the American-Canadian border area, even into Vancouver Island. The bird is basically a VERY large version of the Bald Eagle. So I thought... Why not? I hope I got the details right because I'm not Native American at all.
P.S. In Canada, do they call Native Americans, "Native Americans" like we do in America when we are generalizing? Or do you guys call them by their specific tribe name? This is something that I am very curious about that has been on my mind for a while.
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Until next chapter!