//------------------------------// // Waking up in Equestria // Story: My Little Hetalia: FACE Family // by nobody_in_particular //------------------------------// All America could hear were the two arguing voices next to him. “What did you do, Arthur?” “What did I do? You were the one who replaced that spell with the one I was trying to do, you frog!” “Yes, because everything is always my fault!” “It usually is!” “Oh, well what about that one time...” He groaned softly, about to lift his head and tell the couple to can it, but something that England said made him pause. “It’s your fault that we’re horses, you bloody wanker!” America shut his eyes and tried to wake up. They weren’t really, ponies, this was just some weird dream, maybe caused by some sort of hamburger-hangover. There was a soft clopping noise getting closer to him before something large and warm pressed up against the side of his body. He felt something on the top of his head. Not a hand but something else. This object was hard and in the shape of a circle. Kind of like a rock, but not heavy. It stroked his hair softly. He smelled the familiar scent of France’s roses and wine. “Don’t walk away from me when I’m talking to you, Francis!” England said. He heard that same, odd sound again before he felt another warmth against him, this one stroking his cheek softly. The teenage boy willed all of his courage and opened his eyes to see what-or who-was in front of him. He looked up and saw a green horse in front of him with blonde shaggy hair and emerald eyes. He would’ve been totally confused about who it was if there hadn’t been huge eyebrows above the eyes. He looked to the side and saw that it was France who was sitting next to him on the ground. His coat was a bright purple, and he had his hair tied back in a lose ponytail. Both of the stallions had unicorn horns sticking out of the middle of their foreheads. America closed his eyes and said, “I’m a horse too, aren’t I?” He didn’t even need either of the men to confirm it. He sat for a moment, wondering how in the heck his family got turned into a bunch of horses. Wait…his family… “Where’s Matt?” he asked, looking up at Britain. “Oh, yes, Matthew. He’s…um,” The man stuttered, with no apparent answer. He looked over at France. “What are you looking at me for?” France demanded. “It’s no secret Matthew’s your favorite. You’re always hovering over him, talking about him all the time.” “Non, I do not hover over Mathieu.” England raised an eyebrow. “And for the record, I haven’t seen him at all since we got here. I don’t even know if he came with us.” Actually, Canada did come though the portal. He and Kumajiro were the first ones to arrive, followed by England a few minutes later. France was close behind his husband, with America coming last. -------------------------- Canada opened his eyes, finding everything to be a bit blurry due to the fact that his glasses were no longer on his face. He saw them lying in the dirt a few feet away. He reached for them, but instead of seeing his hand he saw a chocolate brown hoof. He gasped and twisted it around to make sure it really belonged to him. “Oh my, are you alright?” said a voice quiet enough to rival his own. He looked up to see a butter yellow pegasus hovering above him. She had long pink hair that had a slight curl to it. A small white rabbit sat on the top of her head. “I think these belong to you.” She picked Canada’s glasses off of the ground and dusted them off before handing them to him. “Thank you.” Canada said before standing up on his four shaky legs. He took the glasses and pushed them up the bridge of his nose. “If you don’t mind me asking, where are we?” The pegasus’s nose scrunched up in confusion. “We’re in Equestria.” “That wouldn’t happen to be anywhere near Europe, would it?” “I’m sorry, but I don’t know what that is. Are you from there?” Canada nodded sadly. “Yeah. I have no idea how I got here, though. One minute I was making dinner for my family, and then I’m sprawled out of my stomach in the dirt with a bunch of pastel ponies.” “Separated from your family? Oh, you poor thing.” the mare said sympathetically. “And you’re not very old, are you?” Canada shook his head again. “145. About a teenager in human years, but I’m not nearly as old as my parents.” “145?” the mare said, her yellow eyes widening. “We ponies usually never live to be that old. Do most humans live that long?” “No, and I’m not human, I’m a country. Actually the human embodiment of a country. I’m Canada, by the way.” “Canada? That’s an interesting name. Well, I’m Fluttershy.” Fluttershy held her hoof out to him. Canada smiled and shook her hoof. “And this is my bunny Angel.” Fluttershy said, motioning to the bunny sitting on the top of her head between her ears. It glared at him and folded its little paws. The sight of the mare’s pet made Canada gasp in fright, suddenly aware that his polar bear was nowhere near. “Kumajiro?” he called. “Kumajiro?” A small, fuzzy polar bear walked over to them. “Who are you?” it asked in a high voice. Canada sighed in relief. “Oh thank goodness, you’re okay.” Kumajiro climbed onto Canada’s back. “Hungry!” it said. “Oh, he’s so cute!” Fluttershy swooned, making Angel Bunny grunt in anger and stomp his little foot on her head repeatedly. “You are too, Angel.” Fluttershy reassured him. This seemed like a reasonable answer for the little thing, so he quieted down. She directed her attention back to Canada. “Well Canada, if you want you could come over to my cottage and we can get your bear some food, and I can make tea for the two of us.” she offered. “Okay, that sounds nice.” Canada said with a sweet smile. Fluttershy smiled back and the two of them started through Ponyville together.