Europe and Asia were always close, despite fighting a lot.
Australia was a "badass" for some reason, maybe all the poisonous stuff there.
North America and South America were twins, distant but they loved each other.
Africa was, well, mysterious . . . some how.
Then there was me.
Antarctica. The loneliest continent.
Where to even begin? Out of the seven of us there is five males and two females. I was the second one, the blonde one, the fat one, the lonely one. Asia has always been prettier than me, at least in my opinion. Her black hair and dark eyes are beautiful, she was small in stature but had a bright personality. The opposite of me.
I was tall, rounded, platinum blonde, my eyes were an almost white shade of blue, and my personality wasn't that impressive. Sure I was smart but so were the others, we had been alive for thousands of years after all.
It had only been recently that I was able to get into contact with the others through the internet, it was a lot of trouble to travel by boat to when I wanted to talk to one of them.
They were lucky. They had countries, towns, villages and people to talk to or just look at. I have penguins and polar bears, which are nice but can't hold a good conversation.
So here I sat in my insulated home being bored. I was wearing a sweater that one of Europe's children had made, his name was something like Iceland . . . ? Or maybe it was Sweden? I definitely had a sweater made by Sweden but wasn't sure if I was wearing it right now. I knew which ones were from Finland, he always made them with Christmas designs. North America's child, Canada, gave me sweaters with a red maple leaf on there somewhere. Russia, and his bustier sister, gave me the best ones, they were always so thick and warm. And came with a spade and a bottle of vodka.
Japan made my computer for me. It was adorable with the image of a penguin cuddling a polar bear on it. The memory was fifty mega bytes, which was useful since I wrote a lot of stories and drew a lot on it. I had too much time, but I got really good at drawing, not so sure about the writing since I hadn't ever let any one read them.
I am such a recluse. A fat recluse. Sure it was true the others had denied that, I had even been called beautiful a couple of times, but they were probably only saying that to make me feel better. They were all nice, even though North America was getting to be a bit of a jerk in the last century and Europe had always been stuck up.
When I did venture out my appearance usually started some myth. Like I was the one to start those Yuki Onna things. I, apparently, resembled snow enough to pass as a snow woman. I still didn't get why they described them as beautiful women, perhaps because my bust was larger than the above average Japanese woman.
A ding from my computer brought me out my musings. I opened it to find and email from a good friend of mine.
"Hi! I haven't talked to you in a few days, sorry about that, but I just found out something really crazy." That sounded really strange, I wonder what she means?
"What do you mean? It can't be that crazy." I sent it and waited for a few minutes.
"Well . . . Apparently countries are personified, and I've been reincarnated into a few of them. Does that sound crazy to you? It sounds pretty insane to me, and I'm actually starting to remember some of the times I was reincarnated. This is really messing with my mind."
"Well, I completely believe you. Mainly because my name is Antarctica, not Ophelia Polarussa. That's just a name I picked out after I found out the others had done the same." I took a deep breath as I sent that message. I hadn't had a reason to tell her what I actually was, it was a need to know basis type of thing after all.
