The New Ruler And Him

"we're friends."

"T-that's amazing but Bretaña, get your head in the game. Weren't we here for the land only. (Britain)"

Looking at the young boy, sparked something in Britain he didn't know he had.

"No." He said. He actually said no. It felt amazing. Like he had control, not someone else. Him.

"que!? (What?!)"

"I can't. Theses people have their own land- w- we can't just take it."
"But!-" Spanish Empire tried speaking. "No. No i won't. I can't hurt them. No." "Exactly how you get killed." Captain said looking to the side, crossed armed.

"Britain," France started. "We know you feel like this but you can't. It's 'your' Destiny to do this, what do you think England would think of this?"

England... Oh yeah her. It was this moment he realized he doesn't have a choice. No matter what. His bright attitude darkened. He blinked with a slight nod. Letting them know that he's back on track. Now the reason why he did it so secretively was for the 5th pair of eyes on them. Luckily Zuania was busy and the lack of English he had was obvious. America then walked over to the group. "I hope your happy with your friends back!" The tall woman said happily.

Mask.

"It's going just fine, i appreciate you allowing them in." Britain said also in a great mood. Being a country ment you had the ability to switch your emotions when you needed it.

"That's good. What i wanted to say is if you four would like to come to the bonfire we're have tonight?" Hm, a bonfire? Is that so. It was like they could read each others minds. A corse of action. Seems simple enough.

"We would love to." France answered. Zuania seemed very happy knowing thier staying longer. A bright spark in his eyes shown of happiness. "Then we should head to the fire, yes?" They nodded. The striped country ran past them, giving him a head start to their destination. Suddenly America remembered something. "Oh, when we get there i should introduce you to some of my people. They would be very excited to see you all."

Time skip to when they got to the bonfire.

The sun was going down giving the world around them a nice tint of orange and yellow, while the clouds were either white or red. It didn't take to long to get there from the field behind them. Most of the natives were helping setup. Stick, food, drinks, and so much more for the bonfire. "Could we help in anyway?" France asked. "No worries we're almost done!" America responded happily. The French women smiled in return.

As soon as they finished, they grouped around the camp. The fire was bright and big as the sun. A true beauty it was. You could tell America was pretty excited to introduce some of the others.

"This is Cherokee!" She excitedly introduced. The woman standing next to her was a little shorter. Her hair was not braided but wrapped around in a cloth. She had a beautiful dress-like outfit going down to her knees, with all types of designs.

Cherokee waved with a smile. Of course this native women was new to Spanish Empire, France, and captain, but Britain already knew her. But how?

(Back to when Britain was brought to the natives by zuania POV)

"Then this is Zuania, and I'm America. I hope he's right about you."

Hope he's right? No. Not hope, praying sounds better! The only reason I'm here is to claim land and move, or 'get rid of' the natives to the north to impress england, then leave. That's it. But for some reason i didn't want to leave. Dang heart telling me to be 'nice' and 'respectful' i literally can't! Not the right moment!

"Zuania. Why don't we give him a tour, okay?" The young boy shook his head before dragging me off as America was walking beside us.

"Uh- America right? I was wondering what you meant by 'hope his right about me'?" I asked still getting pulled. "Well we came up with the plan to get one of you people to join our side, so we can stop the violence and maybe become friends." Huh, well that makes more sense. Not really, i was being sarcastic.