... American land was populated souly by the Native Americans.
This was a thought that came to me one day after thinking about Americas appearnce. America clearly is more geared towards the appearance of Americans today; predominantly white people of anglo-saxon descent. Even chibi!america is small white blonder haired blue eyed boy.
Thats the thought that led to this cute little creation. The clothes are supossed be tad general, I used a painting of 17th century Massachusettes at Plymouth as a sorta referance for the clothing then just tweaked it here and there to give it some flair ~ So I hope I was subtle enough in my portrayal. This is meant to be a fun light-hearted AU!America and I do not wish to offend anyone. It is only Hetalia after all. Its meant to be silly and for nothing more than fun and good times.
Im quite pleased with the coloring on this! I spent some extra time to use the watercolor tool ~ so This is actually a digital painting. I wouldnt mind Crits at all on the coloring or the overal design of the character.
Now my Friends, It is story time ~
==THIS STORY WAS NOT MEANT TO BE TAKEN SERIOUSLY==
Once upon a time, a great Nation, the grand Kingdom of Great Britain, wished to expand beyond their borders into the new world.
So one year, the country sent a group of dedicated pioneers to cross the ocean and claim this land for England.
The journey was long and took many, many, many months; it was fraught with vicious storms and dwindling meager supplies. Along for this voyage was a very special traveler. He was the heart of his land, the heart of England itself. He went with his people to see what new land would soon become one with his own in due time.
The long journey eventually came to and end and the travelers finally landed on the wild, untouched land, and despite the hardships the magnificent, pristine land before them floored even the most cynical and worn seafarers with its beauty.
The heart of England, weary from travel as well, stared into the vast coastal forests in front of him, unable to fathom the size of the world he had just landed on. As his sights stuck on the never ending darkness beyond the trees, he wondered to himself, the question that all beings like himself wonder when failing upon new land, where the heart of this young land was. So he waited, no doubt the small heart would be drawn to him, as all such beings are drawn to one another.
And without a doubt, no too long after he had landed a small, unattended child wandered from beneath the wall of trees. He appeared to be barely even a child, no more than a toddler who still walked on unsure feet. He was a peculiar sight to England. His worn clothes were made of the skins of animals that surely wandered beyond the trees and landscapes that only graced the nearest scenery. His skin, although darker than his own, was not dark in the sense he had come to know. His was, warmer in way, like brown sugar or rather caramel.
The small child showed no fear towards the pale skinned foreigner in his land, and he stood there under the canopy of green. He silently left the cover of the trees and stepped with slow barely steady steps across the shifty gravel filled sand. He lifted his head and simply stared up at the new person before him with an innocent curiosity. England leaned down and lifted the small boy off the ground, staring with a similar curiosity. A pair of small tan hands reached up towards Englandís face and rested on pale sea worn cheeks, before grabbing and pulling on his face.
Englandís face was pulled and stretched, but he could only smile at this small child's brave innocence and laugh, and as he did the boys blank mask broke as he too smiled in return. It was a sight that would never be easily forgotten.
"From now on, your name is America. I will always protect you America."
The boy did not understand his words, they were foreign to him, but the look on Englandís face, one of warmth and care, sent the message loud and clear to the small America. He was no longer alone and with that and held onto England, his small fists balled up in Englandís shirt.
He brought America with him on his return to his homeland, to teach him his language, his traditions, his culture which would soon become his. However, he didnít know how to handle the situation of the young colony's appearance. On the large continent across the sea, he fit in, but he wanted America to be apart of England and apart of Europe and in a place such as Europe Americaís features would surely not allow him to be accepted with out second thought.
England kept America inside his home as he contemplated a solution to his dilemma. He tried everything from peculiar treatments heard of only in the Far East, to his own western magic, which only succeeded in scorching the walls a terrible sooty color.
As he sat in his kitchen with a cup of tea that had long gone cold, a small America on the table in front of him laughing gleefully as he made a small toy boat England had given him sail across the wooden surface. The clumsy action of the colony eventually crossed paths with the idle tea cup, of which the contents were now spilling across the once table and being soaked up by Americas no long clean white clothes.
England wanted to scold America for his carelessness and how heíd have to waste his time washing his clothes when it suddenly hit him. The way one removes stains or rather color from fabric, why washing of course! England grabbed America and hurried to his laundry room and removed the dirty clothes for a later washing.
Much of the day and rest the rest of the night was filled with arduous cleaning and a fussing child. England was ecstatic as he washed the young colony, for as the hours ticked away and as he added more and more of that delightful chemical cleaner called bleach, America slowly came to resemble not just the people that now inhabited his homeland but England himself. Though, he did worry, just a little, about the young child after spilling some of the bath water into his eyes while he tried to clean his hair and face.
The cleaning done, England smiled triumphantly, at the sleeping boy who was beyond tired after the ordeal. His now pale skin was smooth and white as porcelain, his hair golden like wheat, and his eyes, as blue as the sky high above. England touched that hair, smiling at the boy who had become his new family.
From that day on he, took care of the adopted brother as if he were flesh and blood kin. His first decision after claiming himself Americas brother, was to never ever tell America of this day as he watched the child walk towards the bathroom during one of his short moments of waking, bumping into every wall corner, shelf, and object on the periphery of his vision.
England figured America would have enough reasons to be mad at him as he raised him. He didnít need America knowing it was his fault his vision was impaired for life.
==THIS STORY WAS NOT MEANT TO BE TAKEN SERIOUSLY==
A Short story entitled "Along Came England" written by Shin ~ A picture drawn by Shin ~ For a series created by Hidekaz Himaruya ~
You have a good point but your clothes are basic... all most all native peoples of Canada and America decorated their clothes with beadwork and embroidery. Also your tunic is off, I haven't heard of many cultures with that particular style. And both men and women wore they're hair long with feathers, men usually partly tied back. And all native peoples have a more reddish brown skintone with black hair. He looks pretty cool though! and try some war paint!
Im not taking critiques on this and I expressly stated I was keeping his appearance GENERAL as to avoid depicting him as any single tribe. The American continent is populated by a wide population of diverse Native cultures, each with distinct dress styles.
I refused to depict "America" as anything specific.
I know, I just wanted to give some tips that might make him seem less like a stereo-type and more like a really awesome representation, I didn't mean for my comment to come off a bit rude and I apologize. As I said before I think you had a really great idea, I just wanted to give you some ideas that could make him better. No offense intended!
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