Mixed oneshots!

America x Native America! reader

A/n ayyye and also your only 2 years older than America (21)

~~~Flashback~~~

I looked at his house one last time. He wasn't the same, not after the "Louisiana purchase". He became greedy for land. The palefaces slaughtered everything in their path. With the cover of night, I rode off, no longer his slave. 

~~~Present day~~~

"Wait! Kiowa! come back!" I chased the tiny child through the courtyard, my bare feet pounding against the dirt.

She giggled, "No! You've got to catch me!" 

"Darling, come on! It's time I measured you to make you a dress!" I said back still chasing her.

Then I heard, "Miss Tanda, we need you."

"Come on Kiowa," I said walking over to her and picking her up. 

"Ok." She said clinging to me. As I walked my hair swayed behind me. My dress was flowy and the color of cherry blossoms. 

"Miss Tanda, you are required to come to the next world meeting." He was dressed in a tux.

I sighed, "Sir, as I said before, I simply can't. I have children to take care of." Truth is, I don't want to see Canada or America, not after what they did to my people. As I turned away his hand grabbed my shoulder. 

"Miss you don't have a choice," He glasses pierced through my soul, still I stood my ground. 

"Sir, do I have to repeat myself? I. Have. Children. To. Take. Care. Of." I said returning his glare. 

"I'm sure some else can watch them." He said. 

"Sir, I have 11 children," I said. He looked shocked but, I wasn't finished. "And I have no place being there." And so I turned my back and walked away. 

~~~American's pov~~~

For years I've been trying to get (Y/n) or Tanda, (depends on how well you know her) to come to a world meeting, I've been meaning to apologize. 

"Good afternoon America." My sergeant greeted. 

"Did she say yes?" I asked, knowing there was little hope for yes.

"No." He replied, then walked off.

I sighed, putting my hands to my face and spinning in my swivel chair. 

"Honhonhon, lady trouble?" France laughed, some counties came early. 

I rested my hand on the table, "Tell me about it." 

"Well do," France said pulling up a chair. 

"Oh, demons coming to bite me in the butt," I said nonchalantly. 

"Country or human?" He asked. 

"Hard to explain," I replied. 

"Ah, So it's Native America?" He said, to be honest when you're just talking to him 1 to 1, he's a great guy. 

"Ding ding ding," I said.

"Why don't you invite her in person?" He said.

"Bad Idea, she probably hates me." I shrug.

"There's that probability she doesn't," He said.

"Doubt it," I respond.

"How about I do it?" I bolt up.

"You?"

"Yeah remember? French traders." He said smirking. 

I gave an oooooh, I shrugged, "That may work."