Hey guys! I wanted to try something new. We all know that before the British, French, and Spanish came to America, Native Americans inhabited the country. Native Americans haven't been shown in Hetalia at all, and I started to think what America would be like if he had contact with them? I'm surprised Hetalia didn't cover that, since they were there the entire time.

Into the Woods is like a mix of Pocahontas and Tarzan, but in no means similar plot-wise. I have Native American ancestors on record, so I'm curious about my heritage. In fact, when my grandmother was 13, her great-grandfather was a full blooded Native American, and that time, he was 110 years old. My mind was blown.

Enough of my babbling, I just wanted to share some insight before you read. There will be Cherokee words used, so here's a translation so you won't get confused.

* I realize that some of the translations are fragments, and that is because there are certain words that I could not find the translation to, like "are", "is", "you're", etc.

tsis- rabbit

waya- wolf

agatanai- wise

agawela- old woman

Ahyoka- female Cherokee name meaning "She brought happiness"

Etsi- mama

Agasga- female Cherokee name meaning "Rain"

*Gago nehi?- Who you?

*Gadono nehi hayani?- Why you here?

* Nehi nasgi ani tsalagi!- You not Cherokee Indian!

Thanks, and I'll see you at the bottom. :3

Title: Into the Woods

Rating: T

Pairing: USUK

Disclaimer: Not only do I own Hetalia, but I am the president of the world. Oh yes!

Summary: AU. Arthur Kirkland had no idea what he was getting himself into when his ship docked in the New World. In fact, an arrow was shot at him the first day there. Arthur never expected to meet and fall in love with a Naive American man. USUK. Takes place in the 1600s.

A cry pierced the night sky as the Cherokee tribe in Virginia finished setting up teepees in their new home.

"What was that?" A young girl asked, scared.

"It must be a tsis getting eaten by a waya." A little boy sneered.

"Shhh, be still." A voice told them.

"Yes, agatanai agawela Ahyoka." The children said quietly.

The said old woman rose out of her teepee. Another cry was heard, and it was obvious that it didn't come from an animal. A crisp breeze carried the sound, the wind whipping through Ahyoka's long grey hair. The woman walked towards the cry, ignoring the rest of the tribe's worry.

"Etsi, where are you going?" Her daughter Agasga asked.

"Something is calling for me." Ahyoka explained, smiling at her oldest daughter. "And I've always followed my callings. I was not blessed with my powers for nothing. Rest, my dear. I will be back soon."

Agasga looked on helplessly as she watched her mother walk deep into the woods...

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Ahyoka followed the sound for hours. Her strength was draining, but pressed on anyway.

"I have to find the source of this..."

The cries grew louder and louder in volume, and a hazy green light illuminated the area. Ahyoka gasped in shock. In the midst of that light was a baby, all alone on the ground. He had icy blue eyes, light hair, and light skin. Ahyoka was shaken at his appearance, never seeing a human that looked like that before.

"What are you..." Ahyoka whispers, picking up the crying boy.

In an instant, the green light disappeared, and Ahyoka's strength returned. Ahyoka studied the sobbing baby.

"Even though you don't look like me, you are a life that has been called for me to look after." She whispered. "You are safe now..."

"Land, ho!" A shipmate cried from the main mast of the ship.

Cheers were sounded as the rumored New World came into view. After sailing from England to the New World "America", the relief is hard to suppress.

"Captain Kirkland, America is dead ahead!" Another shipmate called to the emotionless man.

Twenty-three year old Arthur Kirkland looked down from the ship's wheel.

"I know that, you dimwit. I'm the one steering the bloody ship." Arthur said coldly. "Go do something useful like preparing the anchors."

"Yes, sir!" The shipmate saluted.

"Oh Arthur, you are no fun." A voice whined behind him. "I wonder what would happen if your crew found out that you believe fairies exist."

The British sailor closed his eyes in irritation at the French accent.

"Francis, how many times do I have to tell you to shut up?" Arthur snapped, glaring at twenty-six year old Francis Bonnefoy. "The only reason why I let a frog on my ship is because you've been to Jamestown, Virginia before and you know where the forest route is for furs. The second this ship returns to England, I'm kicking you out to the Atlantic."

Francis simply tsked the grumpy Englishman. "I say, you have the attitude of a prude virgin, which is what you are. You need to learn to get loose, mon ami. Hopefully there will be some women to your liking in Jamestown."

"If I get "loose" like you, I'll end up as a cheese eating prostitute." Arthur retorted.

Francis flipped some of his long blond hair back over his shoulder, smirking. "When will you let go of this cold exterior you are maintaining? All of the shipmates here think you're a monster sometimes."

"Good. That's what keeps my crew in order. However, there is one I am a bit concerned about." Arthur replied, narrowing his eyes. "I let a Prussian man join our crew. He's experienced in hunting and sailing like me. However, he's a bit too radical for my liking. I'm keeping my eye on him."

Arthur's brow furrowed as the said silver haired and red eyed Prussian, Gilbert Beilschmidt, came into view down on the deck.

"How do you sleep at night with all of your silly paranoia?" Francis yawned.

"Call it whatever you like, frog. There's a reason why Britain is the strongest force in the world." Arthur barked, turning back to the front of the ship. "Just be sure you can lead us to the camps."

Francis leaned back in his seat, a smile on his face.

Arthur always tries to act like we are complete strangers. I don't think he will ever claim that we were childhood friends. He mused.

Arthur's ship docked at the Jamestown port with other Englishmen and women waiting for them. Once Arthur stepped off the ship, he was met with praises from the men and squeals from the women.

"He's so handsome!" "My mind can get lost in those eyebrows of his~!" "I wonder if he has a wife..."

Arthur ignored the cooing women and kept walking. Francis on the other hand, stopped to flirt with every woman he could find.

"Mon belle fleur, your eyes are as bright as the sun, but as mysterious as the moon." Francis told a sixteen year old girl seductively.

She giggled. "You really think so?"

"Why of course, mon amour."

"Hey, pedophile, we're leaving you behind." Arthur cut in, irritated. "You're lucky that none of the fellow Englishmen here don't have any idea where the forests are, or else you'd be stuck here forever."

"How mean!" Francis whined, leaving the blushing girl behind.

Arthur turned on his heel and walked with the rest of his crew.

So far this America hasn't impressed me at all. The stories I hear about it at home are rubbish. Let's just see how amazing this "New World" is.

By the time the sun started to set, camp for the night was set up about three miles from the forest and a lake.

"Alright, we'll start on this route first thing in the morning." Arthur ordered his party. "We need to be in and out in a week, so don't expect any sort of vacation. Understood?"

"Yes, sir!" His men cried.

The Prussian, Gilbert, rolled his eyes. "I didn't come here just to follow the orders of some bushy eyebrowed freak. I intend to see what else I can scope out here for myself." He muttered.

At dinnertime, the crewmen were laughing and talking loudly. One was telling a story.

"You know, before we left the docks, a man told me to be careful of the Ghost Warrior." Edward, a crewmember, was explaining. "He said a boy named Simon got too close to the woods and was attacked with a weapon from nowhere. He couldn't see anyone."

"That's a bunch of crap!" Another member, Martin, laughed.

"You've never encountered anyone in battle before, have you?" Gilbert asked, grinning slyly. "I can believe such a tale. This "Ghost Warrior" sounds intriguing to me!"

Arthur sighed and stood up. Wanting to get away from the loud nonsense, he took a walk over to the lake. Once he arrived, he sat down and stared at his reflection.

What will I do when I go back to London? I'll get a hefty payment for my work, but then what? I have no family to go to, and no friends. Francis was the only friend I had growing up, and with the increasing tensions between us and his home country France, I can't be seen with him without a strict reason. What should I do...?

Arthur was thrown out of his thoughts when he saw something out of the corner of his eye hurling towards him. He quickly rolled over to the right, dodging the object.

"What the hell...!?"

Arthur looked over to see that an arrow was shot at him. He could see a silhouette of a human running away.

"Aha!" Without thinking, Arthur whipped his pistol out of his holster and ran into the woods.

Angry, Arthur looked around for his attacker.

"Come on out, you coward!" Arthur shouted. "No one attacks an Englishman and gets away with it!"

Arthur could feel the wind of something running fast behind him, so Arthur took off in that direction as well. However, Arthur was suddenly face to face with a bow and arrow aimed at him. Behind the weapon was a man a few inches taller than him with blond hair, angry blue eyes, and feathers in his hair. Two red streaks were painted under his striking eyes, and a yellow streak of paint went down the center of his nose.

"Gago nehi?" The man snapped in a language Arthur didn't understand.

"What the hell are you saying?" Arthur shouted, aiming his pistol at the man.

"Gadono nehi hayani? Nehi nasgi ani tsalagi!" The man shouted again.

"Try speaking English you feral fool!" Arthur retorted.

The two stared at each other, having no idea what the other was saying. The painted man glared at Arthur before dropping his weapon. Arthur thought his intention was to surrender, but he thought wrong. The man grabbed Arthur shoulders, yanked him close, and pressed his mouth against his in a kiss. Shocked, the pistol slipped out of Arthur's hands.

After a few seconds, the attacker pushed Arthur away, picking up his bow and arrow and aiming it at him.

"Who are you? And what are you doing here?" He shouted.

Arthur eyes widened.

"What!? You attack me with a bloody arrow, scream at me in a weird language, kiss me, and then speak clear English? And you dare question me?"

"You must leave now! You pale men are trespassing our home!" The man told Arthur.

"You have a pale complexion as well! So what are you?" Arthur retorted.

"I am a Cherokee. You are not. I'm warning you now, stay away from here, or you will never forget the name Amelige, or in your strange language, America!"

With that, the man disappeared.

"What the hell...?" Arthur stood there, wide-eyed. "This "Amelige" is obviously out of his mind! I'll kill him before he ever threatens me again!"

It was late when Arthur finally returned to camp.

"Where have you been, captain? We were about to send a search party." Edward said to the exhausted Englishman.

"I've been at the lake, and I fell asleep." Arthur lied. "But I'm okay."

That night, all Arthur could think about was the man who called himself America.

Who names themselves after a continent? And how come he couldn't speak English until he... kissed me? Arthur shuddered at the memory. Well whoever he is, I have a feeling that he's going to be much more of a concern than Gilbert and Francis put together.

That's it for chapter 1! I hope you enjoyed this! I apologize about the long A/N at the beginning and not much excitement in this chapter. I try to get the boring stuff over with in the first chapter so the rest will be awesome! Just to clear up some confusion, yes, pistols were around in the 17th century, and Hetalia America is human, his given Native American name just happens to mean America. I repeat, he is not a country in this.

I hope you enjoyed this, and there will be more chapters soon! Reviews are appreciated and will help me improve my writing. No flames, please. Ja ne~! :3

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