Chapter 1

Julia was never an ordinary princess. She didn't like wearing dresses, she didn't like having everything handed to her on a silver platter, she didn't like servants helping her dress, and she certainly didn't want to marry a man her parents, the king and queen, chose for her. But there was nothing that could be done about that. Or was there?

(Meanwhile, on Earth)

"Canada! Canada! Where aaaaaare youuuuu?" America yelled. Where was Canada, America wondered. America always hated the fact that Canada preferred to be alone, in his room, reading. But Canada wasn't there. Suddenly, America heard a loud voice in the next room.

"Oh Canada, darling! You should come back to me! I will feed you pastries everyday, oui! You will like that, no?" the voice trilled.

America slapped his forehead. Really, France? You're such an idiot, America thought to himself. He walked into the next room to hear Canada politely say, "I'm sorry, France, but I would prefer to not be one of your territories again."

America looked at France, who was clinging to one of Canada's legs and bawling, "No! Please, Canada, I miss you!"

Canada looked at America and said, "Please get him off my leg. It's beginning to annoy me."

"Of course I will! Today, yet again, I'm the hero! I will save you from France's clingy grasp!" announced America in a loud voice, as he yanked France away from Canada. Canada sighed in relief. The minute America released France, they started yelling at each other, America still eating as he argued, food flying everywhere. Canada smiled at the two. They couldn't give it a rest, could they? Then, he headed upstairs to read some more. As he read, he got more and more distracted. Why do I never stop their fighting, he asked himself. He put the book down, wondering why he was always so soft-spoken. I have plenty of good ideas, he thought. Why do I never share them? Canada decided that at the next meeting, he'd voice some ideas.

(Meanwhile, back on Mars, yes Mars.)

"Oh, Julia!" sang an obnoxious voice, "It's time for the ball!" Ugh. The ball. Julia grimaced, knowing this was sure to be a disaster, like the rest of them. Couldn't they understand how anti-social she was? Apparently not. Julia was lying down on her bed, wishing she were anywhere but there. She wanted to be on Earth, where the countries were people and she wouldn't have to be a princess. She had to escape. Suddenly, her maid, Elizabeth, came barging in.

"Oh, Julia, this is your dress for the ball." She announced in a trilling, high-pitched voice while holding up a horrible, pink, frilly dress, something Julia would never be caught dead in.

"Do I really have to wear that?" she asked in horror.

"You don't have to, I can find something else if you like!" Elizabeth replied.

"Yes, please do. Nothing pink or frilly!" Julia insisted. She was disgusted that she was being forced to wear a dress.

"Of course, ma'am!" the maid said as she pranced out of the room.

Julia punched her pillow in disgust. This was going to be hell. Literally. Today was the ball celebrating her eighteenth birthday, and was, though nobody said so, her engagement party. She was going to be proposed to by a prince she had met a few times, and was forced to marry. It was going to suck royally. Everyone expected her to say yes, but she wasn't sure that was going to happen.

"Oh, Julia, I've found another dress!" yelled Elizabeth, holding up a green dress. It was better, but it was still a dress.

"Fine." Julia said without looking at the dress. She had much more important things on her mind. Within the hour, she had arrived at the ball, and was already horribly bored. But she acted like the perfect princess, but was laughing at them all on the inside. They would never see it coming. Finally, she was forced to dance with the one she would supposedly marry, whose name was Connor, as she was repeatedly reminded. Julia looked at him. He had orange hair and blue eyes, and was obviously admired her greatly. She almost felt bad for him. Almost. At long last, the dance was over, and they were in the middle of the room.

The prince got down on one knee, and asked, "Princess Julia, will you marry me?" Everyone looked at Julia expectantly.

"I'm sorry, Connor, but I'm afraid that's not gonna happen!" she announced, and ran to the door as fast as the dress would allow.

The King yelled, "Stop her!" and guards ran to the doors to bar the exit. But Julia, being a master of martial arts, kicked them out of the way easily and ran out to where the motor cycles were kept, got on one, and drove away from the palace as fast as possible. She headed to the hangar where the King's private space shuttles were. She climbed into one and flew off. She knew where she was heading. Once out of the atmosphere, she put the shuttle on auto-pilot, set on a course for Earth. She went into the bathroom on board, and changed into normal clothes: a pair of jeans, a t-shirt, a sweatshirt, and a pair of Converse. Now she looked like an average teenager. She went back to the cockpit, and sat down in one of the chairs, relaxed, feeling free.

"At last, I'm finally free of being a princess! No more frilly dress, or not being allowed to leave the palace, or any other sissy things. Freedom!" she said jubilantly.

After about an hour, she entered Earth's gravity. She shot down towards the Earth, and the ground got bigger and bigger until she crash-landed near a gray building with lots of windows. She looked at it for a moment, and then was ejected out of the shuttle! She was sent flying towards the building. She burst through a window into a sort of meeting room, where a bunch of people where sitting around a large table. She landed on the table and skidded to a stop, right in front of a boy about her age, with dark blue eyes, blond hair, and glasses who was holding what appeared to be a bear stuffed animal.