Dear Theodosia

So. I've been listening to the song Dear Theodosia (hence the title) on repeat for a few hours now. And it inspired me so I wanted to write a two-shot with America interacting with the children of his Aaron Burr and Alexander Hamilton. So I figured that Theodosia, Aaron Burr's daughter. Next chapter I'll do Philip. But let's do Theodosia! Featuring female America. Usually for female America, I use the name Amelia but I wanted to go with something different. Mostly because the popular names for other female characters are a far cry from their regular selves (E.g. Rose for female England) so I was thinking… Evelyn? Or Eve. I'll probably just type Eve, but Evelyn is the full one.

DEAR THEODOSIA, WHAT TO SAY TO YOU? YOU HAVE MY EYES, YOU HAVE YOUR MOTHER'S NAME

Baby blue eyes stared in wonder at the small miracle in front of her. It was a baby girl, beautiful and perfect. Tears welled up in those eyes as the young nation of America looked at her tiny citizen.

"Aaron…" America trailed off, reaching out a hand before snapping it back. As if afraid that if she touched this little angel everything she had been fighting for would disappear.

"You can hold her, if you'd like," Aaron suggested.

"Can I?" America was answered with the gentle placing of a baby girl in her arms. "What's her name?"

"Theodosia," Aaron answered.

"After her mother," America said reverently. Theodosia giggled and reached a tiny pink hand up. The young colony-turned-nation used one arm to cradle her against her chest and let her latch onto the other.

"Hello, Miss Theodosia. I'm America." Theodosia giggled again and snuggled closer to America's chest. America felt a tightness in her chest where she held the small baby. This… this is what I'm fighting for. Moments- no, people like this.

"She will grow up strong and beautiful, like her mother and father," America whispered, pressing a kiss on the baby's forehead.

"She will grow with you, Eve. I will fight for you, so that it can be right for her," Aaron said.

"No," America whispered, "You will fight for her. She is who you will bleed for. Not me, her."

"You're right. Of course," Aaron said, taking his most precious thing in the world back from his nation. America smiled, shivering slightly at the loss.

WHEN YOU CAME INTO THE WORLD, YOU CRIED AND IT BROKE MY HEART

Sixteen Years Later

America smiled at her citizen, helping the girl to fix her hair. Theodosia smiled at the nation and straightened her dress.

"Miss Theodosia… you look wonderful," America said. The two women looked the same age at the moment, but Theodosia knew better than to expect that to stick. Years would pass in the blink of an eye for the young nation, and before she knew it Theodosia would be an old woman.

"Not as wonderful as you, Eve," Theodosia said. America blushed at the usage of her human name, "That is a hard thing to do." America brushed a lock of dark hair behind Theodosia's ear.

"Now, that is a lie. There is no Nation in the world that can beat the beauty of a human, no matter if we tried or not," America said.

"I don't believe I have ever heard you speak like that," Theodosia commented.

"Oh? Like how?" America asked.

"Distancing yourself from humans," Theodosia said.

"Ah. Yes, I have found myself doing that quite frequently as well," America said.

"Are you two ready? Our guests are starting to arrive." Theodosia smiled at her mother and nodded, grabbing America's hand. The two women exited the room and made their way down to the ballroom, monochrome opposites. Theodosia, dressed in a light blue dress with her dark hair up was the picture of elegance. America, straw-coloured hair tumbling down her back in a waterfall and clothed in a deep purple dress, seemed unattainable and dark.

America always hated wearing blue. Ever since the revolution, she despised the colour. And she hated seeing Theodosia dressed in it. In the colour of a victim. Because that's what it was. Blue was a victim's colour. And Theodosia was a victim, victim of having a friend who would never be as close to her as she wished. And yet, America smiled. She smiled as Theodosia danced and laughed and had fun. And, more importantly, as she met Joseph Alston. Joseph Alston was twenty years old, and he kept making Theodosia laugh. America had never seen someone, aside from herself or Theodosia's father, make the girl laugh this much.

"Having fun?" America laughed as Theodosia stood next to her, her face flushed and happy.

"Oh, Eve… you have no idea. Joseph is so funny and polite," Theodosia said. America smiled. And here, the nation thought, Is where it begins.

I'M DEDICATING EVERY DAY TO YOU, DOMESTIC LIFE WAS NEVER QUITE MY STYLE

Two years later

America stood in the back of the room, a soft smile on her lips. Theodosia looked wonderful. Her hair done in the same way as years before. Her form practically glittered in the soft white wedding dress. America amended her earlier statement. Theodosia didn't look wonderful. Or beautiful. She looked radiant.

"Excuse me, everyone?" Theodosia stood and everyone quieted, "There's someone very special to me here today. I was wondering if she would like to say anything?" Theodosia looked directly at America, and gazes followed. America softly shook her head, not having anything prepared. A gentle hand settled on her shoulder and America looked up at Aaron.

"Go on, Eve. Who knows the next time you'll get to do this?" Aaron said. America breathed a small laugh and nodded, making her way to the front of the room. Aaron followed halfway, and then separated to go to his seat. America took a deep breath and smiled at Theodosia.

"I have know Miss Theodosia for years. And before any of you ask, no, I am not her servant. Nor have I ever been in the traditional and most well-known meaning of the word. I call her Miss Theodosia as a term of endearment. Now, I do not mean to brag but a long time ago I said that no matter how hard I tried, that Miss Theodosia would always be more beautiful than me. Inside and out." there were a few titters of disbelief, "Today, I have been proven correct. Miss Theodosia, you look radiant. Outshining the heavens by a long shot.

"Miss Theodosia, I fear this will be the last time that I see you. Despite that, I will always be with you. And, Joseph? If you hurt her in any way, I know where you live." America said. There was clapping and America curtsied, resuming her spot at the back of the room.

"Not your best work, but enjoyable nonetheless," Aaron said. America jumped, not having heard the man's approach.

"True enough. I'll need to pick up my pace if I want to keep my reputation," America joked.

"What did you mean?" Aaron asked.

"Joseph doesn't know what I am. I'm afraid that, if I wish to keep this secret, I will have to cut off contact with Miss Theodosia," America said.

"That's not true. You could pop by, every now and again," Aaron said. America turned to the man and placed a gentle palm against his cheek. Aaron closed his eyes and leaned into the touch of his nation.

"You've gotten old, Aaron," America said.

"That much is true. But, haven't we all?" Aaron asked.

"Aaron…" America faltered. Aaron led her to a side room, away from the crowd. America immediately burst into tears away from the wandering eyes and threw herself into her founding father's arms. Aaron held her.

"Years have gone by, and I didn't even notice," America sobbed. Aaron held the young nation, rubbing circles in between her shoulder blades.

"Years have gone by, and I don't think anyone has noticed. It seems days ago that Theodosia was first placed in my arms," Aaron said.

"It feels like seconds to me." sobs racked the nation's forms, "It will be seconds and I'll be saying goodbye to her for the last time. To you for the last time."

"Then don't. Goodbyes have never been your thing, Evie," Aaron said.

America choked out a sob, "That's true."

"Come on. Come spend time with Theodosia. Life doesn't discriminate. Use your time, Eve," Aaron said. America nodded and wiped her tears in a vain attempt at making herself presentable.

WHEN YOU SMILE, YOU KNOCK ME OUT, I FALL APART. AND I THOUGHT I WAS SO SMART

Years Later

"Eve… I'm sorry. She was lost. We don't know where she is." There was no explanation needed. America knew exactly who they were talking about. Who else could it be? America tried to imagine the young woman, but the only image that came up was that of a tiny baby girl that America had held what felt like moments ago.

YOU WILL COME OF AGE WITH OUR YOUNG NATION

So? Didja like it? Oh! I'm posting these rapid fire, and since it's a two shot the next one will be up by the time anyone notices I have a new story. Next chapter is Philip!

Joseph Alston- Born in 1779 in Georgetown County, South Carolina. Joseph Alston was, presumably, 20-21 years old when he met his wife- Theodosia Alston, born Theodosia Burr. He was the 44th governor of South Carolina from 1812-19814.

Theodosia Burr Alston- The daughter of U.S. Vice-Presidant Aaron Burr and Theodosia (Prevost) Burr. Presumably, 16-17 years old when she met her husband- Joseph Alston. Theodosia married Joseph Alston at 18 years old and was lost at sea at the age of 29. As of now, her remains have never been found. Nor has the Patriot, the boat she had traveled on.

So. Yea. Not exactly historically accurate, but I liked it. When America says that no nation can rival the beauty of a human, she is referring to their freedom. I think it's actually ironic. America fought for freedom and, because of her very nature, it is denied to her. Simply because of what she is. I think that's pretty ironic.

Until Next Time, this is Italy's Driving saying: That's All Folks!