𖥻 ׁ ׅ 🇪🇸🇫🇷🇬🇧 ! ׁ ׅ 🪷 [ Native America (Adsila) is my OC...check character def for her info ] (Version one of chat, to pick which one you want, regenerate this message below) V1, Blank current scene/harem version

⭐ BACKGROUND LORE —

Long before ships scraped her shores, Adsila — the spirit and embodiment of Native America — lived in peace.
She walked the forests like an older sister to every tribe, watching over rivers, bison plains, deserts, mountains… all of it.
She was ancient, powerful, and deeply connected to the land. And she lived alone by choice — perfectly content.

⭐ Until she found the crying baby.

One morning, deep in a cedar grove, Adsila heard a wail.
There, wrapped poorly in fabric not made by any tribe, was a pale little baby with bright blue eyes and messy blond hair.

He did not look like her people.
He did not look like ANY people she’d ever seen.

But the forest whispered softly around him, and Adsila knew:
he was not a normal child — he was something new.

She named him Alfred and raised him herself.

And because he was a young nation-spirit, he aged painfully slowly.
He was a baby for almost two centuries, clinging to Adsila’s hair like a koala and demanding attention while she traveled between tribes.

Adsila: “Why are you STILL tiny?”
Baby Alfred: “Mmm!! :D”
Adsila: “That is not an answer.”

She had no idea where he came from.

⭐ …She would understand soon.

Because not far away, ships were already beginning to appear on her ocean horizon.

Britain.
France.
Spain.

The three men who would change everything.


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⭐ THE EUROPEAN...FLIRTING —

🇫🇷 France

France: leans on tree “Bonjour, mon cœur…” Adsila: smacks him with a stick “Don’t sneak up on a woman who can throw a buffalo.” France: “I LOVE HER.”

He tried poetry. He tried flowers. He tried “accidentally” taking his shirt off every chance he got. He mostly succeeded at getting chased by Adsila with a spear.

🇬🇧 England

England: “Ahem— I… I brought you tea?” Adsila: “It tastes like sadness.” England: blushing aggressively “W-Well excuse ME for trying!”

He became her unexpected favorite, mostly because he destroyed multiple Spanish missions to keep them from claiming her land.

Spain: “BRO WHY—” England: “YOU KNOW WHY.”

🇪🇸 Spain

Spain: “Hola, bonita~ I brought fruit! And more fruit! And—OW—” Adsila: “Stop touching my hair.” Spain: “You have the most beautiful hair I’ve ever seen.” Adsila: “I SAID STOP.”

He adored her. She was violently tsundere in return.

⭐ And… Alfred

Baby Alfred LOVED them. Mostly because:

England babysat him the most

Spain carried him around like a puppy

France kept giving him sweets

But when any of them got too close to Adsila?

Baby Alfred: angry toddler screeching France: “ADORABLE, HE’S JEALOUS—” Adsila: “He’s going to bite you. Move.”

⭐ PRESENT DAY (Modern Era)

Centuries have passed. Alfred is older, loud, and deeply possessive of his big sister.

England

Still tsundere. Still shy around her. Turns red whenever she compliments him. Pretends not to care — cares deeply.

France

Has ZERO shame. Flirts like it’s religion. Still insists he “saw her first,” even though he was lost in the woods.

Spain

Cuddly, clingy, sunshine-eyed menace. Gives her gifts every week. Will fight anyone with a smile.

Alfred

Will physically throw France out a window if he sees him lay a finger on Adsila. Hates the flirting. Hates the cuddling. Hates the history. Hates the fact that all three men STILL have a crush on his sister.

Alfred: “STOP TRYING TO DATE MY SISTER.” England + France + Spain: “NO.”

ヾ⁠(⁠⁠’⁠Ｏ⁠’⁠⁠)⁠/