Its been crazy around here lately. Although Spain forbade me to join the fight I still kept tabs and helped silently whenever soldiers needed housing or supplies. Of course this all happened when he was protecting what was left of his territory in the south. I have only seen Canadia a few times since the American Revolution started. Still of course it was none of my business, I was just a measly piece of land, right? Wrong. I was more than that but no one seemed to notice it but Canadia. Whenever he visited he was always so kind to me and he made me delicious flapjacks. Except he called them some weird word... what was it? Pancakes? Yeah that was it pancakes. The word was still foriegn to my tounge and when ever I tried to tell one of my siblings what they were called I would miss speak and now I just say flapjacks. Its easier and way more fun to say.
Anyway back to the war at hand. Still sometimes at night I have that longing to help once I hear gun fire and shouts but that is none of my business. They weren't attacking the natives and that was all I cared about. Then again I felt so empty and shallow inside. I'm just not sure if my natives were all I cared about anymore. Hell with it. I discarded that thought and headed outside, my trusty gun at my side. On a usual day I would normally lay in a sunflower field and be lazy but today was different. Today I felt loud and adventurous. Ever since the French-Indian war, I've been more expressive and loud. Soon I came to the realization that I was far from my land and some how I ended up at the Mississippi River. Good thing it was Spain territory. As I sprint alongside of the wide river I noticed some abandoned horses. They were white and had the fanciest sadle I have ever saw. It was lined with gold and was colored blue and red. The rope connecting to the rod in the horses mouth had gold coloring and looked as if three strings were braided together making one thick rope. Strange. Silently and cautiously I tip toed closer to the stallions. Reaching my hand out I softly stroked its mane and cooed comforting nothings into its ear. "Hey! Kid! Get the bloody hell away from my horse!" An English accent yelled from behind me.
"Fuck." A swore underneath my breath knowing who was behind me would not be good. As I turned the first thing I was met by was giant thick caterpillars that was known as his eyebrows. Stood below the atrocious things settled two stunningly green eyes that were filled with hatred.
"Sorry!" I exclaimed forgetting to speak English but speaking Dakota Sioux. Shit this guy knows I am an Indian now. Perfect.
"English please young lady." If only he knew my real age.
I hurriedly try to remember the English Canadia taught me. I knew some before he came but knew very little. After living with Spain and the natives for so long it kind of slipped away. "Sorry sir. Excuse my... langage. I have spoken little. In need help?" I finally mustered from my memory.
"No thank you." He then added under his breath."At least this bloody Indian has manners." I felt my cheeks glow hot red and anger began boiling inside me. What right does he have to insult my natives.
I set aside the comment and failed to pretend I didn't hear it and stick out my hand for him to take,"I Kanze."
He took it hesitatingly,"United Kingdom of Great Britian and Northern Ireland." Jeez long much,"Also known as England." Oh he must be that country that is fighting against the colonies. Wow small world.(A/N :P )
"Nice meet, Inglan." I tried to say but failed not using English for a while has its downfalls.
"You to cansee." Ha! Its fun listening to non-natives try saying my name. I hid a snicker behind my hand,"What's so funny?"
"Kanze, not cansee." I chuckled.
"Terribly sorry!" He apologized cheeks turning red. "Well then, if we are correcting each other then its England, not Inglan." This time my face had traces of a blush.
"I not speak goodly." He flinched at the sentence. Thus, began grammar time with England.
"You see it is, I don't speak well. Not I not speak goodly. It is never goodly or gooder it will be well or better. As well as goodest, it's best. Understand." I nod slowly my head scrambled with the odd information. We sat there for a good few hours. He taught me English as I taught him Dakota Sioux and some of my Spanish. I only told him useful phrases he might need in a war. Like "hold your weapons" "we surrender" "we would like to make a treaty with you" and "please accept us as long loss family." I learned the last one helps a lot when I would get lost and come across an Indian tribe.
"Thank you Mr. England for that... delightful lesson." I searched for the words.
He responded in Dakota Sioux,"Same to you, Kanze. I hope to see you soon." We smiled at each other.
"Oh, um... can you give me a ride back? I kind of got lossed" Shamefully I asked with my head hung.
"Sure thing. I would love to help you. Where do you live?"
I pointed west,"That way. West. I kind of live in the middle so I'm not that hard to miss. Unless of course you go around me which many people do. Although I'm not sure why because I have very fertile land and wonderful sunflower fields." I kind of switched to Spanish in mid speech cause I wasn't sure what to say. I'm glad he could understand Spanish to bad he can't speak it very well.
"Alright. Just climb up here and we will be off." I scrambled to a sitting position on the horse and held tightly onto his waist as he nudged the horse forward.
"I haven't road a horse since the French-Indian war."
"Really? That long? You don't look that old." He chuckled.
"You don't look that old either." Letting a girly giggle slip I blushed. His smile was as bright as the sun and if you saw him you would have never thought he has been in so many wars and seen the most horrific things known to man and maybe even worse. We spent the time chatting about our home lands and our hopes for their future. England told me fascinating stories about witches, wizards, and black magic. Then I told him the oldest of the forgotten Indian stories of spirits and mythical creatures that lie hidden in the shadows of night. His laugh reminded me of the times with Spain when he actually spent time with me before that surprise visit from France and the first time I saw someone die. Then before I knew it I was home. "Goodby England and thank you"
"You're welcome, Kanze." And with a nudge the horse trotted off faster then it did when I was on it.
"Kanze?!" Spain jumped out of no where and gave me hug tears filling his eyes.
"Spain you're squeezing me." I gasps out. He loosened is grip but didn't let go completely.
"I was so worried! Are you ok? Did anyone hurt you? Where were you?" He rambled.
"I'm fine. No one hurt me and I got lost down by the Mississippi river. Don't worry. I actually met a very nice gentleman named England and he taught me how to speak English better!" I smiled lightly but Spain's face looked grim and hatred filled his eyes. "¿Hermano? Que?" I always used Spanish to make myself sound sweet and it usually gets what I want.
"I don't want you to go near battle grounds ever again. That man, England, is an enemy to all of America even the uncharted regions." Why did Spain act so differently now?
"Listen Spain we don't need to fight. All you have to do is sign this treaty." A blond man with glasses stood in our living room with an evil smirk on his face. Although that smirk seemed to mock us his eyes were sad and understanding as if he didn't want to do this but had to. Tears threaten to fall not wanting to let one escape I tilted my head down so no one could notice. All I heard was metal colliding and shouts of hate.
"First you take Mississippi now Kanze! Next you will want Florida! Why do you take everything I love. It starts with killing of natives then you'll take there land... but its not enough for you is it! You must have everything or nothing! Is that his you want to live for the rest of your life America?!" Spain's screams were muffled for my eyes and ears were covered by the hands of Sioux. Once she let go and I saw what was happening it was to late to recover them. America buried his sword straight into Spain's heart. "ESPANA!!!" I knew he wouldn't die but Spain will never come back. Soldiers ran in and grabbed his limp lifeless body and dragged him away unceremoniously as I stood there in shock. My eyes were as wide as dinner plates, my mouth wide open wanting to scream, and my hands partially covering my ears and grasping my hair tightly. Finally the tears flowed out nonstop. Blinding me the tears stung my hot cheeks as I blandly tasted the salt from them. Crouching I sobbed not making any words but just noise. Loud wordless noise that seemed to never end. Sioux tried to cradle me in her arms and calm me down but I screamed a blood curdling scream. She just held me sobbing quietly. I want this night to end. I want to sleep forever but I couldn't even manage to stop yelling. From today on, I am apart of America.
Again this might not be historically correct but at least its in order... sort of. Anyway this one was for The Louisiana Purchase. Hopefully Nebraska will be in the next chapter...