Firstly, hello once again! I haven't actually written anything for a really long time, so it was super fun to work on this. This whole story is going to be centered around an OC, Singapore.

I know Singapore has several islands around the mainland, but she isn't really an island chain like Indonesia.

Edit 13/12/2015: Title and summary have been changed, because they're really misleading.

Including:
How I questioned England's eyebrows,
How long the Europeans took,
I feel like he forgot about me,
England's scones and
Hong Kong, the nice smelling port.

It was an ordinary day in 1819. I spent the morning as I always did, searching for shells on the beach, fishing, and simply enjoying the abundant greenery and observing the numerous creatures that populated the forest.

Closer to noon, I settled down on the shore and watched the waves come in. Waves were fascinating to me. The waters could move quickly or slowly, but they all inevitably lapped against the coast. There appeared to be a spot in the distance that was growing larger and larger with each passing second. I rubbed my eyes, thinking that it was a figment of my imagination, but it was not. Before I knew it, the people on the ship were disembarking.

Some of the men had brown hair, but some were blonde, a colour which was not commonly found in Asia.

"They must be foreigners," I thought. "I wonder where they're from." Being a small, undeveloped land mass, I had never taken a step off my island. Sure, the people from up north had come to visit once in a blue moon, but that was about as much contact as I got with non-locals.

One of the men spotted me, and the whole party headed over. I shot up and ran towards the forest, but I had barely taken a few steps when I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"Your legs are too short to run, kid."

I froze from shock upon turning around and seeing his face. Who was this guy? What did he want from me? Why did his face have two giant furry caterpillars glued above his eyes?

The man kneeled down so that his face was at my level. "We won't hurt you," he said in English. I had little knowledge of the language at that time. "Two questions," he continued, holding up two fingers for me to see. "What is this place and who is your leader?"

"Ia dipanggil Singapura," I said, hoping he could speak Malay. His baffled look proved that he could not. "Singapura. Singapura." I did not understand his second question. The eyebrow man sighed and called one of his companions over. This man had short dark brown hair and wore a starch white high-collared shirt.

He spoke to the blonde for a short while before repeating the same questions to me, only this time, it was in Malay. Since I could understand him, I replied, "Oh, it's called Singapura. I suppose you could talk to the Temenggong."

The man nodded and relayed what I had said to his companion. They both walked away, presumably to look for the person I had mentioned.

Thinking nothing of the meeting, I skipped back to the shore and let the waves wash over my feet.

... ... ... ... ... ... ...

In less than a fortnight, I was on my way to becoming a trading port for the British Empire. It was all so sudden, but I supposed it would be a nice change of pace. For one, ships would come by more often, and I would even see people from other continents.

I asked some of the locals what had happened. One told me, "Oh, you know about how there's a dispute over which brother should be the rightful Sultan? The younger one holds the position, and he is under the Dutch. As such, he couldn't let the British come here. So they went and found the older brother on some island and got him to sign the agreement instead."

I giggled in excitement. I could not wait to see all the new developments that would happen because of this!

... ... ... ... ... ... ...

5 overly long years later...

The British and the Dutch had finally reached an agreement over territorial rights. Frankly, I found it hilarious that I, a tiny red dot who did not even appear on some maps, had caused a fairly large dispute between them. In the end, I went to the British.

In that period of time with all the British people coming in and out, I learned some English; not great, but I was able to talk to them if I had to. I did not see the man with the caterpillar eyebrows until several days after the Anglo-Dutch treaty of 1824 had been signed. Like the previous time, he arrived by ship together with a number of foreign men. They inspected the island, making plans and drawing maps, before heading back to Europe.

Being a trading port allowed me to see a lot of fascinating things and people. Since anyone could stop in and trade or rest for a while for free, a lot of traders came and brought money with them. I would love to say that it was a wonderful period for my native inhabitants and me, but that was not really the case.

Sure, the port prospered, but with more and more people moving in from around Asia, it started to get crowded. Most of them were from southern China, and came to find jobs, or simply fled from the difficulties that they had been facing in their homeland. There were also quite a number from India and from up north as well. At first, it was troublesome to communicate with them. Why did all of them speak different languages?

Of course, I eventually learnt their languages and was able to speak with them. However, communication with foreigners was the least of my worries.

Fights often broke out for seemingly no good reason. Disease and poverty ran rampant in many areas. Babies crawled on the floor with the rats, and these rodents were becoming huge nuisances. Overall, it was horrible and our colonisers did not notice our condition.

I groaned, and watched the ships come in and out of the port like bees and their hive.

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Some years later, because I do not feel like talking more...

"Bloody hell, where did my scones go?" The bushy-eyebrowed-man shouted. I had learnt that he was the man representing England, as well as the entire United Kingdom. There were others, of course. Scotland, Wales and Ireland were all his brothers.

I smiled as I hid behind a pillar. English food seemed nice enough at a glance, but I had heard about the mouth-sucking dryness of scones. I had felt that England should be saved from the torture of eating his own food, so I had decided to be kind and had thrown the scones away for him.

He paused for a moment as he stared at the empty plate, before noticing the mop that I had carelessly left against the nearby wall.

He frowned, making his eyebrows meld together in a comedic fashion. Then it all came together in his mind.

"SINGAPORE, YOU IMBECILE!"

I laughed as I ran away.

... ... ... ... ... ... ...

Between managing the port and taking steamships back and forth from England, I had quite a bit to do. I would occasionally meet other colonies, who would come for a few weeks before returning to their respective countries. Among them were Hong Kong and Seychelles.

Hong Kong was a fellow Asian colony, a boy whose face betrayed none of his emotions. He was shuttled back and forth between the British Empire and China, before finally settling down as a part of China. Due to being exposed to both their cultures and languages, he was able to speak both English and Cantonese. I thought it was cute that his Chinese name, 香港, literally meant 'nice smelling port'.

Seychelles, on the other hand, was a bubbly twin-tailed African archipelago with 115 islands. She was under the influence of both the British and the French at different points in time, thus she was capable of speaking both their languages, but started developing her own after a while.

I heard that a lot of the major players involved in World War II landed on her islands for mysterious reasons...

There were others such as Egypt, Australia, heck, even Canada. He had left the house three months after I had first met him. He never came back.

I was relaxed for a good 70 years. That is, until World War II began...

* Of course, the men on the ship were England and Sir Stamford Raffles.
* "From up North," it was kind of weird to say from Malaysia since they weren't actually called Malaysia back then.
* I don't speak Malay, so do let me know if that one sentence is correct.
* Though yes, I do know Chinese, even if I'm not very good at it.
* Wikipedia says that Canada gained independence 1 July 1867, while Singapore became a Crown Colony (when she visited England's house) 1 April 1867.

* Next up: Either her days pretending to be a student in her own country or how I attempted to fit Nekotalia into the regular Hetalia verse.
* Is this funny enough?
* I hope you enjoyed it ^^