Two years has passed since America first brought Sara to a meeting. "I still can't believe so much time has already passed…" Sara spoke to herself as she moved a picture closer to her. It was of her mother, father, and herself when she was younger. "I'm trying mum." Sara mumbled while sitting down on her bed," And...I'm happy, just like you wished. England is trying to get the legal rights to take care of me." She spoke with remembrance in her voice, "Can you believe at how hard he is trying. And he's doing it for you mum."
"Sara, are you in here?" England questioned as he saw the sixteen year old on her bed with a photograph in her hand." I didn't mean to interrupt you, I was just looking for you." He stated while walking in Sara's room, "No, it's okay." Sara answered. "I was about to leave anyways."
Sara stood up from her bed as she slowly walked out of the room. "Are you worried about something?" She asked with a curious look on her face, "I'm fine; I was just thinking about something." The Brit answered as he made his way next to Sara. "The process is almost done; your paperwork recognizing as me your legal guardian." England brought up as the teenager hugged the nation tightly. "That's great England!" Sara responded with a bright smile.
England walked towards a nearby window and sighing. "I guess all of this hard work to keep you with me has started to pay off." He stated while turning to Sara, who had stood right next to him. "Do you know how long I have tried to get the documents for legal adoption for you?" The nation asked while looking on in remembrance, "No. How long?" Sara responded while giving him a questioning look. "Since your mother was killed. I have been going at it for that long." England admitted as the girl started to go downstairs.
"Really? For eleven years?" Sara questioned; the Brit nodded in reply. "Yes, for that long. And how far you have come since then; I'm sure your parents are proud of you." He added while following Sara down.
"Hey England…" Sara began speaking, but she started to become nervous about her question. "Yes, what is it?" "America wants to come over. I thought it was for a meeting; but his tone was more for just visiting." She finished as her eyes began to look glassy. "Do you think he has a reason for coming over?" She asked while looking at England. "I doubt that there is a reason. America goes wherever and whenever he want, and almost does it without warning." The Brit responded, sounding like his normal self.
"Okay." Sara replied while opening the door. "I'm going to visit...my parents...so I might be gone for awhile…" She added with a tone of sadness and grief. "Alright. I will come and get you when you're finished." England spoke with concern.
Author's note:
Here is the beginning of Sara's Story that I promised after England's Mirror Image. I hope you all like this prologue/ secondary plot. I'll try to write as often as I can!