Two children stood by a river bank playing. Their blond hair swaying slightly in the wind. The girl laughed as he brother fell into the water and helped him out. He pouted for a while but smiled when she jumped in and got out, soaking wet. They laughed and played games until they could no longer move. By night they were on the grass, staring into the beautiful night sky. They held hands tightly and spoke softly.

"Alison." said the the boy. Alison let out a noise of acknowledgement. "Promise me you'll never leave."

"Of course, Alfred. We're brother and sister, twins, the same being. I'll never ever leave."

Alfred smiled and began to drift off to sleep under the night sky like any other night they shared.

Alison woke up early and decided to go look for the buffalo. She knew that Alfred loved to watch them. As she was walking she met a strange man who was looking for something called gold. She tilted her head at him.

"What is gold?" she asked.

"Aw, you so cute, niña. It's shiny and a bright yellowish color."

She put her finger on her chin. She had never seen anything like he described but it sounded wonderful. So she just shrugged and started to walk away.

"Wait, niña!" he stopped her. "Come with me, you're going to be my territory."

She tilted her head once more and furrowed her brows. He kept using words she had never heard before. Gold, territory, niña, all foreign to her. Before she could ask he swept her off her feet and walked away.

Alfred woke up and immediately noticed he was alone. He grew frightened and cold. He was alone in a field, all by himself. He had never been alone before. It scared him greatly. He began to run to the nearby forest but stopped when he saw some other people.

"Have you seen my sister?"

Alison pulled her dark blonde hair into a pony tail and walked outside to help Romano with some tomato plants but was stopped by Spain.

"What do you think you're doing?" he asked.

"I'm going to help Romano. Is that illegal too?" she asked with a hint of sarcasm.

"No. But why are you wearing pants?"

"Because they're comfortable."

"You should be wearing a dress."

"in that heat? Heck no!"

"Alison, go put on a dress right now!"

"Like I said; Heck no!"

the two fought for an hour. It was always like this. She'd go and try to help Romano, wear pants, get yelled at, go into her room and leave to France's after changing. It was their every day routine. She was still angry with Spain about taking her away from her brother but she couldn't stay mad at him. his bubbly and caring personality wouldn't let him. She would always smile afer a fight because she knew he cared about so much that'd he fight with her.

It was weird that France and Spain were practically sharing the girl. She didn't mind since they were both fun to be with and cared for her. But before she knew it she was no longer a part of France. She was sold to some other nation call America. She had never heard of it and she could tell already that she would not like him at all.

"Bye, Spain. I'm going to go beat up the jerk that bought me!" she called.

"Have fun!" he called back.

Since she was still slightly part of Spain she still lived with him but she didn't know how much longer. She could feel a change coming. A big change.

She knocked on the door and it opened about a second later. Her eyes widened as she stared at him. Her mouth hung open as he launched at her.

"Alison!"

"Al-Alfred?" she was knocked to the ground. "Get off! You're so heavy- what the Hell have you been eating?"

He just laughed and got off her. He looked at her. Her long blond hair in a braid along her back. Her skin was darker then his and her body was well toned, telling him that she was a hard worker. They almost didn't look alike at all. They were that different.

Alison smiled and hugged him. There was so many things she wanted to tell him but she could not get it out. The girl just smiled and hugged him.

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Alison stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her long blond hair was wet and hugged her body. She look at her brown eyes. They weren't her's. They were the eyes of someone who was in war. Some one who had seen people die for their cause. A cause that was useless in the end. It was nothing more then a frowned upon event in the history books. She growled and puched the mirror, instantly shattered.

She took a piece of glass and used it to cut her hair. She stared into the pieces of her mirror and spoke softly.

"Oliver," she said. "My name is Oliver."

I hope this was better.