A small girl sat on the beach, she looked only about 6 maybe 7. She had short blond hair which curled up on the sides which looked like sheep horns she wore a flax head band with a huge moa feather sticking out of it.
Her pale toes curled up in the warm black sand.
She watched the ocean curiously as a huge pirate like ship sailed towards her country.
"What is it Tiaki?" she turned to look at the brown small kiwi which sat beside her. "Looks like a huge waka..." the small bird said, its voice was a heavy Maori accent.
"Does it have people like me on it?" she pushed herself up.
She wore a short dress made of brown feathers and no shoes. "I don't know...maybe, ihi" the kiwi said affectionately to her.
She stood uneasily as the ship rolled up onto the sand. She stepped back away from the ship and stumbled backwards over a peace of drift wood. She ducked behind the log and peered out over the top.
Arthur jumped climbed down a rope ladder but jumped when he got half way down. His green eyes scanned over the thick canopy and listened to the loud chipping of the native birds. He wore a white shirt with a black waste coat and black pants. A captain hat was placed on top of his blond hair.
"Pakeha..." she gasped quietly to her kiwi who was peering out beside her. She studied his foreign outfit.
Arthur turned his head and stared at the little girl who was poorly attempting to hide. A small smile plagued his lips, he recognised her as a country straight away.
She gasped when she saw him looking. "Hello there..." he spoke softly; he didn't want to scare her.
She shakily stood up, knowing she had already been seen. "K-Kia Ora..." she spoke so softly he could barely hear.
He stepped closer to her slowly, she stepped back quickly. "I won't hurt you..." he held his hands up defensively.
"Why a-are you here?" she tried to sound brave but it didn't work. She stood with her head held high like a bird defending its nest.
"I have come to help you..." he took a careful step closer to her, this time she didn't move back.
"Help?" she finally took a step closer to him.
"I would like to look after you...like a big brother…" he kneeled down in the sand. She stepped closer again, her kiwi stood in front of her protectively.
"M-My tungāne?" a small smiled slid on her face. He smiled and nodded, even though he didn't know what she said.
She smiled widely, she finally stood right front of him. She grabbed the back of his head and pushed her nose up against his.
He leaned back confused when she let go. "Will you come back to my house with me?" he stood up and held his hand out. She took it without a second thought.
He carefully picked up the young girl who struggled a bit but quickly relaxed into his chest. He smiled down at the little girl he was now caring for.
The men of the ship had lowered a gang plank down to the sand which he carefully climbed up.
She quickly turned to her kiwi that stood on the beach. "Come on Tiaki" she called for her bird too follow but he didn't move. "Tiaki…nau mai!" she shouted to her guardian who didn't move.
"Sorry ihi…I can't leave with you…the wai is no place for me…" the bird said sadly. She looked sadly at her only friend; she struggled around in Britain's arms. "Please…come with me!" she tried to climb out of Arthurs grasp. He held her tightly.
"No Ihi! You stay with the Pakeha…hes your guardian now…I'll stay here and watch the whenua…" the kiwi smiled at the girl who was nearly in tears. "E haere ra!" he shouted to her. She forced a smile and relaxed in Britain's arms again.
"Set sail!" Arthur shouted as the men began to scramble around the boat.
A small boy poked his head out from behind a barrel. His face was dirty with grease and he had a small scar on his nose. His clothes were dirtier than his skin and he had stained white bandages around his hands. He had brown hair which was slicked back with two clinks.
He watched the small girl with curious eyes. Arthur noticed Australia watching her. "Get back to work convict!" Britain harshly shouted at the small boy which made New Zealand jump, she didnt understand that word; convict. He scrambled away too help a man with pulling up the sail. Australia winced in pain when he pulled on the ropes with his bleeding hands under the bandages.
"What's your name?" Arthur placed the girl on the floor. She tapped her foot on the hard wooden floor, trying to get used to the new feeling of solid ground. "New Zealand… "She said with a smile she stared in wonder at the new inventions that surrounded her. She watched as the men yanked the rope which pulled up the white sail. "I'm Britain…" he put his hand lovingly on her head and ruffled her hair.
She looked up at her new big brother with a cheerful smile.
She had seen the tribes. They all had families, brothers, sisters, mothers, fathers but she had always been alone and now finally she had a family.
First Chapter of my new story! I always saw Britain as being very sweet towards New Zealand but always very mean too Australia. I wrote her kiwi as being her guardian thats why its name is Tiaki. Britain is always mean towards Australia because Australia used to be a country where Britain would send convicts, thats why he calls him convict.
E haere ra=goodbye