Hey everyone, Nyapoop14 is here! Let me explain you a little bit of my story~

This fanfic will be composed of short stories, each story has parts and they are not short. Each story will present the animated movie and a hetalia character. Most of them are princess ones, but there are some with nyotalia characters. There will be a maximum of five or eight parts in every story, so if you want to read one with, example; Germany and Rapunzel, then you would have to either move to that story's part 1, but since I just started this, you would have to wait :P

Hope everyone enjoys this~

It has been a couple of months since John Smith, the great explorer of London, left Jamestown. It felt like a decade for the young Native American, Pocahontas, whom desperately awaits for his return. Oh how she loves him dearly, it almost broke her when he left from the New World. Everyday, more immigrants from London came to Jamestown, yet none of them were John Smith. Her best friend, Nakoma, tried so very hard to cheer the young maiden, but her heart was stolen by the Englishman living on the other side of the Atlantic. Even her father, Chief Powhatan, also tried to cheer his beautiful daughter, but nothing can be done. All Pocahontas did was wait, and wait.

Today, in the Gregorian calendar, is the month of February, nearing the end of the dreary winter season. And today, like almost every other day of the week, Pocahontas is currently talking to Grandmother Willow for the second time this morning. The morning is beautiful and warm, but Pocahontas herself doesn't feel the essence of the morning's warmth. The young child finds herself impatient to see him, yearning to kiss him on his soft lips once again. Her mind understands the physical pain he must be having due to the bullet, but her selfish heart cannot wait any longer. With her trusty animal companions; Meeko the raccoon, Flit the hummingbird, and Percy the bulldog, she finds herself complaining and worrying yet again.

"My dear child, I do believe that he is feeling better! We all know that the Englishmen are more knowledgable with treating that kind of wound than we do," Grandmother Willow pesters the young woman with a stern yet gentle look. Pocahontas sits up straight with a crossed leg position and begins to pet Percy with a deep sigh.

"I am sorry, Grandmother Willow, but it is hard to wait, especially for so long… I want to see him again," Pocahontas sighs once more with a frown on her face. Behind her, Meeko starts to casually braid her human friend's hair.

"My child, please be patient, we cannot rush fate," Grandmother Willow smiles. The willow tree gives a big wrinkly smile to the young girl, and she too smiles back slowly, but her smile was unconvincing to the elder tree.

"I… I am just worried… what if he forgets about me?" Pocahontas frowns once more, and tilt her head a little to the right as she sees her sad reflection on the swampy, cold river.

"My dear, he will never forget about you! It was fate that you met each other, and fate will bring you two together once more," Grandmother Willow booms with a small, motherly smile. "The winds will guide you to your fate, if you believe in it, my darling."

Pocahontas gives another small smile to the tree. As if by magic, a small gust of wind circles around Pocahontas with a rainbow of colours. Her hair danced elegantly with the wind, slowly un-braiding Meeko's efforts. As the wind continues its choreography, she closed her eyes and allow the wind to lift her body up into a standing position. When she finally stands, the wind dies down and exits into the forest behind grandmother Willow. Pocahontas looks at the direction of the wind with curiosity.

"Grandmother Willow, do you perhaps believe that the wind is telling me to follow it?" Pocahontas asks the wise tree. Grandmother Willow took a small glimpse of the soft wind behind her with curiosity. Once she noticed something about the wind.

"My child, follow the wind! I believe it's telling you something!" Grandmother Willow hurriedly said. This both panicked and relived Pocahontas for a moment. Maybe it could be the lovely John Smith? Maybe the wind is leading her to someone or something close to John Smith? The young Pocahontas will never know unless she follows the whispers of the wind.

Without a moment of hesitation, she follows the path of the wind in an alarming speed, her animal friends running beside her. Pocahontas passes through many trees and bushes, leaps from rocks to lakes, at the speed of her untamed heart. She finds herself feeling exhausted and weak as she keeps running and following the wind's wishes. Instead of resting, she kept moving and dashing past trees of all sizes for her heart will not allow her to stop until the wind stops. Alas, the wind finally takes her to a hill, the same hill where she saw John Smith's boat many moths ago. Memories flashes in her mind of seeing both the ships arrival, and unfortunately, the ship's departure. She remembered the cream details of the sails, the ebony colour of the ship, and the unique men that were on board, even the horrid Radcliff.

To her surprise, as she gaze out to the horizon, she sees a small fleet of magnificent ships sailing elegantly in perfect formation towards Jamestown. Though, there is a lone ship sailing proudly amongst the others. The ship in the middle has its sails standing proudly, even with the wind pushing it forward. The ship's exterior is a rich ebony colour, and at the top of the sails stands a very powerful and graceful British Empire flag. The first ship looked nothing like the immigrant ships filled with families Pocahontas saw for the past weeks, it's far too elegant to be one.

"That ship… is beautiful," Pocahontas exclaims as she smiles upon the radiance of the ship. She then sees the wind going towards the first ship and encircling it. The young Native's eyes widens with a sudden realization. "…The wind is trying to tell me something… John Smith?!" She exclaims. If the wind is trying to tell her than John Smith is in that ship, then her long waiting will be over. Rising with excitement, she immediately dashes down the hill and runs through the forest once more, passing through every tree and plants, until she reaches the borders of Jamestown.

Jamestown was built a couple of weeks after John Smith's departure to Britain, and soon after, many immigrants, mostly men, settled and made their own town. Many of them came in search of gold and riches, while others searched for a new beginning. Pocahontas sincerely wanted to meet them at first hand, but she was not allowed to even step into the fortified town. It was not until an agreement was made between her father and the mayor of the town to never wage fights amongst one another, but tensions between the two races were still very high.

Before Pocahontas could step into the beaches of Jamestown, Flit stops her from her tracks, flipping her wings widely at her.

"What seems to be the matter? I need to follow the spirits of the wind," Pocahontas complains at her green companion. But before she could retort once more, she spots many British people coming out of the fortified city and into the docs. Men are pulling the ropes to get the ship into doc, women are rushing out of their homes with smiles on their faces, and children are staring at awe at the beauty of the ship. Once the first ship is docked, and the other two docked beside it and a rush of immigrants flood out of the boat, many with joyous faces. Many are carrying unbelievably heavy bags, as they gaze at the winter landscape. There are some women holding their children, but again, most of them seems to be young men ageing from twenty to fifty. As Pocahontas marvel at the massive crowds of different shapes and sizes, she yearns to look closer at them, but someone prevents her from taking another step forward.

"Don't you dare, Pocahontas," the maiden turns around to find her faithful best friend; Nakoma. Pocahontas gives her a cheeky smile.

"How did you know I was here?" She asks.

"We've been friends for a long time, of course I know where you would be!" Nakoma gives her friend a small smile before crossing her arms. Her mood then switches to seriousness.

"You were going to go into town, weren't you?" Pocahontas frowns a little at her friend. She then rummages through her bag to pull out the object that John Smith left her with; a compass.

"I… I want to know if he is there…" Pocahontas sighs as she turns to look at the garish ship before her.

"Pocahontas… I seriously don't get you," Nakoma states with a pout. Pocahontas gives her a questionable look in return. "I mean, I understand you and John love each other, but pl-ease, you've got a great person right here that can do whatever he can't. I mean, I have comforted you for the past moths, right? And I mean, you guys did only meet for, what, a day? So, in my defence, I am much more important than him!" She declares. The two then look at each other, before bursting in laughters. They try to laugh as silently as possible to not attract attention, but it was really hard to do.

"W-what made you want to point like that, Nakoma?" Pocahontas says between laughs.

"I-I don't know…. just want to get that out and see you smile again, that's all," she honestly states. She then gives her friend a hug.

"And… it was more than a day," Pocahontas teases. She then goes to seriousness once more. "Nakoma, you are an important friend to me, and I thank you for making me laugh, I really appreciate it… but… I… I want to know…"

"Pocahontas… I-" Suddenly, sounds of soldiers marching disrupt their conversation and attention, as both turn to the location of the sound. Sure enough, the loud sound came from the main ship that docked in minutes ago. Soldiers stood at the sides of the platform with a stern salute form. Puzzled at the weird situation, Pocahontas moves an inch closer. To her surprise, someone comes out of the ship, more specifically, a man. He's not too different compared to other immigrants Pocahontas have seen before. He has similar pale face and similar British attire. To Pocahontas he looks more mature compared to his young-looking body. The young maiden couldn't clearly see his face, but by looking at the young girls in Jamestown's dreamy looks, he must be quite handsome.

Finding herself distracted by the man's presence, Pocahontas shakes her head and concentrated back to her real goal. She scans around the port, then Jamestown, and then the bustling beach of people, but she couldn't find John Smith anywhere.

"Oh spirits of the wind, why did you bring me to Jamestown?" Pocahontas asks with a distressed voice to the swirling wind above her. She watches the many colours of the leaves fly around in circles above her. Suddenly her expression changes to confusion as she trails the path of the wind once more. To her amazement, the wind waltz around the Englishman, which causes his papers to fly out of his hands. His hat too flies away from his head, and gently rests itself a couple of meters in front of him. Pocahontas does not understand the actions of the wind spirits, but she suddenly finds herself entranced at the handsome face of the young man. His hair are a dirty-blond colour, unruly, his lips are a pale peach colour, untouched, and the shape of his dark eyebrows are unusually thick, but what entrances Pocahontas the most is the beauty of his emerald green eyes. The colour is so rich and gradient, nothing that she has ever seen before. His eyes seems adventurous, gentle, and at the same time mature. Pocahontas has never seen a pair of radiant eyes like his that could make her heart beat faster the more she stares at him.

"Wow, he's very handsome, isn't he?" Nakoma smiles as she finds herself mesmerised by him as well. Pocahontas slowly nods at her friend, not shifting her eyes away from the pale immigrant. The wind begins to spin around the Englishman once more, which gives Pocahontas a sudden realisation.

"The wind spirits… it is telling me something about him!" She gasps. "I must go and see what he's-"

"No, Pocahontas, don't!" Pocahontas finds herself being drag down by her friend once again. "I know how much you want to talk to him about John, but he just came from the other side of the salt sea! If you approach him, he might think that we're attacking him!" To much of Pocahontas's dismay, Nakoma is right. All she could do now is wait until fate comes and help her once more.

Jamestown

After a long trip on the salty Atlantic Ocean, Arthur Kirkland is happy to be on the ground again. It's not that he do not enjoy riding on the boat, not at all, he didn't favour the rowdiness of the crew, or the bunch of arguments between the officials and the crew. He just wanted some time of peace and tranquillity, a time to rest and continue writing his many stories and poems. He was a literate man, with a love for adventure, and at the same time, diplomacy. Even though he's stated as a gentleman, truthfully, he enjoy the seas and the boat, but if he was in charge, that is. If he was the captain, then he would have a more enjoyable trip than being the 'Very Important Personal'. Although he's diplomatic, he's also in charge of the British navy, and a representative of the kingdom itself. To everyone, he's irreplaceable.

After picking up the scattered pieces of paper and his hat, he continues his walk out of the ship with greetings from the immigrants of Jamestown. Seeing as he is the only one getting off the ship first, he gives a small whistle which then appeared an elegant white stallion before him. With pearl white skin and mesmerising grey hair, the horse descends from the ship full of bags on his back and walks to his master's side. "Thank you very much for carrying my belongings, Prim," Arthurs gives a small smile to his trusty horse, who neighs happily at him in return.

"Oh, Sir Kirkland, Sir Kirkland, sir," Arthur looks up to find a short Englishman walking towards him. He is rather old, probably in his fifties, wearing a white shirt underneath a black vest, velvet tie wraps around his neck, and matching noir trousers on his legs. A thick grey moustache hangs on his lips as the pale man calls Arthur's name.

"Good morning dear Mayor of Jamestown," Arthur gives the man a small bow as the man does the same in return.

"Welcome to Jamestown, home of the colony of the British Empire!" The Major stretches his arms wide upon giving a big grin to Arthur, who softly nods at him in return. "How was your journey, Sir Kirkland?"

"It was rather… joyful," Arthur sighs deeply as he finds himself reminiscing at the loud and terrible journey here. The Major nods eagerly at Arthur's lies.

"I see, very well then old chap! I have heard so many things about you; being the king's right-hand man, a novelist, a friend of the priest, and so much more! Yet, you are still young and handsome, my lad," the Mayor praises the young Englishman, who blushes at him in return. From this small blush, a bunch of young ladies silently squeals at the sight before them.

"I…erm… the things that I did was not major or anything…" Arthur said with the blush on his face. "Though if you want me to show you my latest book, a top selling novel, I'll let you," the young Englishman says proudly, which put the Mayor in a puzzled face at his tsundere personality.

"Oh, I would be delighted to read it sometime today, but I believe you also have other things to do in Jamestown, am I correct?" Arthur nod his head at the Mayor's change in subject. He first sets all his papers and books on his horse, before taking out a red coloured book. After flipping a few pages forward, he came across the pages he were looking for.

"Yes, I came here under the decree by King James of Britain himself to check upon the development of Jamestown, and also the supplies. We have read your letter not too long ago and bought all the supplies you need, plus a bit more because of the increase in immigrants," Arthur informs the happy Mayor. Once he said those words, a couple of men begun to carry boxes after boxes of supplies into the port. The people of Jamestown rejoices.

"Thank you oh so much, old chap!" The Mayor gives Arthur a quick hug and a fast handshake. "It has been a struggle for us to whit-stand the harsh winter here with the old supplies, but I'm glad we have more that could last us till the end of spring!"

"Erm… you more than welcome, Mayor. These supplies would possibly last you until late spring, but they must be refrigerated properly and stored in the correct temperatures," Arthur states while recounting the supplies once more from his trusty red book.

"Then... Will you be staying here to accompany us for a while, old chap?" Arthur nods at the Major's question. "That's marvellous! How long will you be staying, lad?"

"It is lovely to have you here, Mayor. I would be staying for-" before Arthur could finish his sentence, a bunch of young women crowd around him.

"For a week!" One woman says.

"No, for two weeks!" One woman adds.

"No, for FOUR weeks!" Another squeals in excitement.

"How about, FOREVER!" A silence was heard from one women's suggestion until loud squeals and nods could be heard all over the New World.

"Okay, okay, that is enough young ladies!" The Mayor pushes some girls away from Arthur, which allows him to breathe and hear again.

"Actually, I will be staying here for about a week or so, then I must be getting back to London," the Englishman states as he sturdies his hat and messy hair. All the girls frown and echoes sounds of sadness.

"And I am sure Sir Kirkland has a lovely girl back in London," the Mayor place his hands on his hips with frustration at having to shoo away girls like flies. Arthur blushes deep red at the comment. He then hides his face with his hat for a moment.

"Erm… I don't have anyone like that. I haven't married any woman or are seeing any… yet," this caused another chorus of squeals from the young maidens. The Mayor looks at him with astonishment.

"B-But Sir Kirkland, you are famous and wealthy, not to mention a gentlemen with good looks, are you sure you haven't met anyone?" He raises his eyebrows with curiosity. Arthur nods at his reply while still trying to hide his blushing face. "Young lad, how old are you?"

"I am twenty-two years old…," Arthur gives a sheepish reply, which made the Mayor go into a little shock.

"Oh my, you should have been married a long ago… though the age doesn't seem to matter for men, but I'm sure there were suitors in London!" The Mayor continues his rant and, at the same time, the girls continue their sighs. Arthur stood there uncomfortably while listening to the Mayor's rant about marriage and its importance to both a man's and woman's life, etc. Both Arthur and his horse finds themselves shrugging at the situation before them.

"Oh, my dear, stop scolding the poor lad and show him around town," a short woman wearing a light cream dress with white apron and headband comes in and pinches the Mayor's cheeks, who jolts with surprise at the sudden action. The old woman then looks up at Arthur with a motherly smile. "I am sorry Sir Arthur Kirkland for my husband's ranting." Arthur nods at her with a thankful face.

"Oh, my, I'm sorry for that Sir Kirkland," the Mayor gives a small apologetic look, which Arthur took in as his apology.

"Now, show the lad around and tell your sons to put his stuff in the inn," the Mayor's wife slaps her husband with a wooden spoon on his head. As the Mayor rubs the injured spot, he calls upon his three boys in their late teens, to help with the unloading of Arthur's luggage, which isn't much.

"Okay, Sir Kirkland, please follow me," the Mayor signals Arthur into the gates of Jamestown. In there, he finds the small town as bustling as the loading going on outside. There are more maidens who're sighing at his arrival inside, but in the mix of all that, there are also men who're scoffing at him. Remember, he's not the strong and brawny type like many the men in this era, so men see him as unmanly and weak.

"In sixteen hundred seven

He sailed the beautiful sea!

Oh handsome Sir Arthur sailed

To the bountiful Jamestown.

This New World is now heaven

With him as our company!

Oh dear, oh my, I think I'm fainting

In the bountiful Jamestown.

Oh dear, oh my, we're all fainting

In the bountiful Jamestown!" All the women sing, both old and young, as they gaze upon the handsome young Englishman walking down the streets of Jamestown, his eyes plastered on his red book. He does this without noticing the choir singing behind him. Many of the men roll their eyes at his small body, and bush the women singing next to them.

"Oh look at him he's too weak!

He can be thrown off like debris!

We've seen many men worthy than him

In the bountiful Jamestown!" In an instant, the women all give heavy glares at the men insulting Arthur. The men, shaken by the glares of women in love, continue their jobs as if they never sung about Arthur.

"Oh look he's such a gentlemen

As he lets that maiden pass!" An older woman points at Arthur letting a young woman holding many luggages pass down the thin walkway. After giving a gentleman bow to the woman, he continues his reading once again.

"We don't see these things often

In the bountiful Jamestown!" The mothers all look at their husbands with crossed hands at the lack of gentleman-ways in the town. Meanwhile, the husbands whistle their wive's glares, and slowly walk away.

"Oh how we wish he would stay long

In the bountiful Jamestown!" Feeling as if people are watching him, Arthur turns around to find the towns people just doing their usual work, with the occasion of young maidens sighing at his looks.

"Come along now, old chap, I'll tell you all about this new colony!" The Mayor eagerly says as he leads the Englishman into the small yet bustling town. "Okay, so here are the houses that many families stay in. We usually get up early in the morning to work on the crops and to keep the fields steady, but since it's winter, we couldn't do a lot of things!" The Mayor points at the multitudes of small houses around him with families working inside. "The city is fortified by about ten meters tall of wooden walls, each corner of the triangle is guarded by night and day guards, who keeps the Indians out of our town!"

"The Indians? How are they?" Arthur asks the Mayor with a part worry in his look. The Mayor gives him a small frown before cheerfully smiling once more.

"Tis alright... I supposed... We haven't instigated fights against each other recently, though they did say that they'll keep out of our territories… but truthfully, I don't trust them very much," he says.

"And they are willing to keep this promise of theirs?" Arthur asks with a little worry in his tone. The Mayor stops in his tracks and looks back at him with uncertainty.

"That, I do not know, old chap. Though, Pocahontas did say that she will keep the relationship between the two races steady," the Mayor states with a little worry in his tone. Arthur squints his eyebrows looking puzzled for a moment at the name the Mayor mentioned before.

"Pocahontas?" He asks upon stuttering trying to pronounce the Native's name.

"Oh, yes, you haven't heard of Pocahontas? You remember Sir James Smith, lad? Well, when he came into Virginia, he fell in love with an Indian girl called Pocahontas, and she loved him back. Unfortunately, he was shot by someone and he had to go back to England without her," the Mayor retells the story to the young Englishman, who nods at the somewhat familiar tale.

"I think John Smith told me about someone named Pocahontas back home…" Arthur states while trying to remember the story.

"Oh, you know Smith?" the Mayor asks.

"Yes, he's a friend of mine. Though I'm curious, who shot him?" The Englishman looks at the Mayor.

"That, I'm afraid I do not know my boy. I came here a couple of weeks after Smith's departure, so I'm not sure myself. Maybe Pocahontas knows, but the Indians have been stationing their warriors every time immigrants come… it's a big bother," the old man sighs while looking at the ground.

"But none of you have fought each other recently, correct?" The old Mayor nods at the question.

"But we still have very tense relationship between one another, it's not a very comfortable life. None of our men or women are able to go into the forest without being threatened, which is why it's hard for us to do any agricultural activities," he complains with a sad look on his old face. Arthur gives him a sigh and slightly pats his back.

"Don't you worry, Mayor, I will try my best to settle this dispute before I leave the New World," he says with a proud look on his face. The Mayor jumps happily as he shakes Arthur's hand wildly.

"Oh thank you, thank you, lad!" His old feet continue to jump up and down with excitement.

"Oh, after you get rested on your inn, why don't you come and join my family and I for supper tonight? We would be so glad if you come," seeing as how he couldn't refuse the offer, Arthur nod his head. Once the Mayor calms down a little more, the Englishman feels a wisp of wind dancing around his body once more and nearly blowing his hat away. The first time was okay, but this is the second time this happens to him. What exactly do they want…? Arthur thought to himself as he looks at the wind dancing before him.

"It's awfully windy, isn't it?" Arthur asks, still holding onto his hat.

"Well, we it is winter… but are you sure, young lad? I don't feel much wind from my end," The Mayor states as she shrug his shoulders.

After walking for more than an hour all over the small town while listening to the Mayor's detailed descriptions of everything, Arthur finds himself getting exhausted from the walk. He met so many different people, and at the same time discovered so many synonyms for the word 'hello'. Once he reaches the small inn he's staying at, his tongue becomes dry from replying to the Mayor's explanation, and his hands becomes numb from the intensity of his note taking skills. With one last wave at the Mayor, he steps inside the inn to find a middle-aged man standing behind the counter.

"Hello there Sir Kirkland, how did you like our town?" the inn-man asks Arthur, who's currently yawning.

"Sorry, excuse me for the yawn. It was very lovely, I love the progress this town is making," Arthur exclaims, hiding away his tiredness from the kind inn-man.

"I'm glad it's to your liking. Your luggage and other belongings are in you room, and your horse is eating supper at the nearby stables," the inn-man says before plopping the keys on Arthur's hand. Once he says goodbye to the supposed owner, he climbs up to the top floor and walks down a couple of meters until he sees his room number. With a couple of turns on the keyhole, the door finally opens to a medium size room. It was just like any inn in London; wooden and small. A window lies to the left of the bed, which is situated horizontally across the room. His luggage are seated neatly to his right, a small sturdy study table stands on his left, and a mahogany wardrobe neighbours the luggage. The curtains of the window are patterned nicely and matches the peach colour, a bright red rug situated itself in the middle of the room, and a lamp stands tall on top of the night table to the right of the bed. Everything didn't look like the materials were cheap, nor did it look expensive. It was good enough for the middle class, which Arthur didn't mind at all. People would often give him rooms similar that to a nobleman's, which bothered him a little, so he's pleased upon looking at a normal sized room again.

Without a time to spare, Arthur finds himself opening his shoes sluggishly before closing the door behind him. As if on a trance, he flops down wearily on his bed, face flat. He then begins to stuff his face into the pillow for a moment while reflecting on the long and tiresome tour he had. He then turns his head to face the window, only to be slightly blinded by the rays of the sun. "What time is it?" He asks himself as he looks at his pocket watch, but it was no good since it was still in British time. The poor lad just wanted to take a small nap, but he knows he's far too busy for that sort of thing.

"I shouldn't be taking a nap… but…"Arthur soon find himself dosing off into sleep, without a care in the world of the loud noises going on in the background. He's far too tired to grumble at the noise. Just before he goes into a deep sleep, his mouth sings something that causes the wind to circle around him once again.

"Can you sing with all the voices of the mountain…? Can… you paint with all… the colours… of… the… wind…?" A gust of wind burst through the window and dance with the rhythm of the song as it lift's Arthur's hat off his head, to reveal the bright blond colour of his hair as it radiates with the beautiful afternoon sun.

How was it? Good? Great? Comment and like! :D The song that the people are singing are from the beginning of Pocahontas, "The Virginia Company" but with different lyrics ^^

Hope you enjoyed this~ the next part will come out soon :D