Suddenly had this crazy inspiration and urge to write a Hetalia fanfic of America and Cananda if they weren't found by the European nations. Inspired by The Eternal American by cakuramen and The Anonymity of Watching From Afar by hedgehogkween. Please check them out.

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Also, hope you enjoy!

Prologue

As far as he could remember, he had always been surrounded by the thick trees of the forest and the soft earth beneath his feet. He neither remembered where he came from nor how he came to be. But what he did remember was being taken in by a kind woman and raised by her people. The woman, Nuna, was like a mother and a mentor to him. She took care of him like her own son and taught him many things like fishing with his hands, recognizing an animal from their footprints on the soil, and reading the clouds when a storm was coming.

Often times, he would wander the forest and venture out to find something new. He had always been an adventurous and curious boy. That was how he discovered a village filled with people that didn't look like Nuna's people. Their skin was lighter and they wore strange clothing. Their hair and eye colors were also different. There were ones with brown hair like the earth and some with red as fire. Their eyes were as green as the forest or blue as the sea. Some of them even had corn colored hair and sky blue eyes…

Just like him…

He used to ask Nuna why he looked similar to those men and not like her and her people. She would then give him a sad smile and told him that it was because those men were his people. When he heard that, he got upset. He didn't understand what she meant by that, and he would argue that he was Nuna's and he belonged with Nuna and her people. But no matter how many times he told her that, she gave him that sad look and hugged him tightly, whispering words of maternal love and affection.

At that time, he was too young to understand why she acted that way.

On some days, he would get very curious of these strange people and would sneak into their village to explore. Strangely, they treated him very well and were quite friendly to him. Although he didn't like being bathe, scrubbed, and forced into their clothes when they found him covered in dirt and twigs. They gave him food and treats to eat when he came by.

Unfortunately, when it came to Nuna's people, those strange people were wary and mean towards them. He didn't understand why they were so nice to him but mean to her people. He decided that he didn't like those strangers and began to stay away from them. He would run or hide from them when those men came into the forest. .

There was a good number of times when a small group of young men with corn colored hair wandered into the forest. They seemed to be searching for something each time he saw them in the forest. He would usually hide under a bush or on top of a tree so they would not see him. Sometimes, if they got close enough, he could hear them talk. Not like he could understand what they were talking about. Like the rest of their people, they would speak in a foreign tongue he never heard of before. Sure, Nuna's people had many tongues they spoke depending on each tribe and he knew a few of them because Nuna taught him, but the language that these foreign strangers spoke was not one he knew or understood.

"They said they usually see him around here, wandering the forest on his own."

"So do you t'ink he is one of us, Angleterre?"

"Stop using that name, Frog!"

"Ohonhonhon, no need to be so rude."

"Well, what if the boy is human?"

"Then we'll just have to find his parents or someone to take care of him. A young boy shouldn't wandering in this bloody forest alone in the first place."

They talked among themselves and didn't notice his hiding spot. He waited for them to disappear before coming out of his hiding place. He didn't like them, because they were like those mean men.

Yet, something about them felt different.

After awhile, they stopped coming and he eventually forgot about them.

One day, Nuna came back from visiting tribes far up north and brought back a boy around his age. Not only did the boy look similar in age, but their appearances looked almost identical. The only difference was that the boy's hair was a little longer and slightly curly while his was short and had a cowlick. The boy's eyes were violet, unlike his blue eyes.

The boy himself seemed timid and quiet, but his eyes would stare at him with curiosity.

"This is your brother, little eagle," Nuna introduced him.

"My brother?" He looked at her, confused, and then to the boy, who was holding onto her leg for comfort.

"Yes, your brother," confirmed Nuna. "So take good care of each other well."

Since then, he and his brother played together. Most of the time, he would drag his timid brother into the forest to explore and show him places he liked to hang out, teach him how to climb trees, and track down animals. Nuna would watch over them while also tending to her people.

They were a small happy family, but those days didn't last.

Those foreign people were slowly expanding into the forest and pushing them out. Nuna's people were forced to move to a new place, but Nuna told him and his brother to stay.

"But why, Nuna?! We want to go with you and everybody else!" He demanded, not understanding why she would leave them behind.

"Why can't we go with you?" His brother also asked with teary eyes.

Nuna stared at them with sadness and guilt that they couldn't comprehend. "I'm sorry, little ones, but you must be with your people. But always remember that no matter what happens to me, I'll always love you two."

They didn't understand what she meant, but they could sense that something was wrong. They begged and cried, but no matter what they say, Nuna never changed her decision. So both he and his brother were left behind by Nuna and her people.

And that was the last time they ever saw her...

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Thanks to rainsonata for proofreading

Update: Thanks to Dragonfly-Moonlight for proofreading a 2nd time