A/n: This is a story I was thinking about doing in a different way. It is like a perlude or Alternate storyline for the story I want to wrote for the characters. I hope that makes sense to you guys. Anyway if that story doesn't happen in one way or another this story is it! I hope you likr it I stopped writing my other story to writ this because it has been bugging me for over a year.

Thank you and no flames. x3

"Today I get to see her again." America thought with a smile as he faced the mirror, adjusting his leather bomber jacket for the umpteenth time that hour.

It was a special day, the Fourth of July. That fact didn't matter to the young nation however. He didn't care if today was celebration of his independence. This day held a different importance to the near-immortal. Today was a day that only came every few years. Today he would see his beloved wife.

His smile lessens, as his eyes moved from his refection to the door that led to the hallway. In the hallway hung a beautiful painting of a young woman with gorgeous amber brown eyes, glowing tan skin, soft pink blush cheekbones, raven colored long hair and a peaceful, loving smile of her light pink lips. The painting of the woman was America's human wife named Angelica or as America called her Angel.

America moved from the bedroom to the hallway where the immaculate painting lay. He stood there for some time just staring into the painting's realistic eyes. His smile grew yet again. "Looking back I'm thankfull that France was able to get that amazing painter for us as a wedding gift." He thought his fingers brushing softly over the intricately made wooden frame.

There once hung a painting of himself in his army uniform but as time went on and his appearance – both in attire and in physical appearance - changed he took the painting down and placed it in his storage room were it was tucked away never to see the sun light again.

"I can't wait to see you today, my Angel." He laughed to himself. "Do you remember the day we met?"

He paused as if expecting an answer from the painting's dainty lips. "I do. It was a night that I could never forget…"

It was a few days after the Declaration of Independence was read to the pubic and the young 'independent' nation found himself at yet another party in 'his' honor (though no one aside from his closet human friends knew this.) He sighed as he heard the old men around him lecture the poor boy about battle plans that made been effected in other wars that may be affective for when they may go to war with they British counterparts. The reason for the lecture was the fact that the boy had been seen speaking with Washington about what action they would need to take for the future.

America was exceedingly irritated. Every party was always the same: the elder men would quickly gather around him like sharks after their prey and didn't let go until they were good as drunk. Bu then the party would have died down and many of the party goers would have done home.

"Excuse me, Sirs, but I do believe I have this dance with this young man." A young sweet female voice broke through the annoying voices of old men.

The boy hummed as his eye bright from a dull look to find a beautiful young girl no older then sixteen or seventeen smiling at him knowingly and a slim dainty hand stretched out for him. "Oh yes! I had forgotten!" He nodded to the men around him. "Excuse me."

The soft song began to play as he placed his hand around her corseted waist. They twirled in silence for some time before he spoke to the pretty girl. He cleared his throat. "I want to thank-"

"No need to thank me, Sir." She said her voice light and air-y. They began to twirl in time with the beat of the song. "I could see your irritation of the conversation as clear as day."

The young nation blushed. "What it that obvious?"

She smiled softly as the young man revealing pearl white teeth. "To be frank: it was."

"Oh." He said as they spun to the center of the room. All eyes were fixated on the two as they dance gracefully. "Might as ask what your name is? I would like to address my savoir by her given name."(1)

The girl's light and bubbly laughter filled the room; it was like music to the people's ears. She had never been addressed as a 'savior' before. "My name is Angelica Brook. And what is your name if I may ask?"

He lost himself in thought for a moment. "Alfred, Alfred F. Jones." He said finally. America had never needed to address himself by a human name before. He had always been known as America or 'young master' by the servants in the home England had given him when he was a young colony. In fact the name he had given Angelica was the name of an indentured servant boy who he was friends with. (2)

"It is a handsome name." She replied.

He felt his cheeks and ears heat up indicating he was blushing madly. "Thank you." He said bashfully.

1. Savoir; America most likely was put down for many years as a colony for being a hero despite fighting along side England for many years. He doesn't know how a hero acts and as such he sees Angelica as a hero. Since she 'saved' him.

2. Indentured servant boy Alfred F. Jones; as we all know in the nations mostly call and know each other by their country's name ergo there is no need to call one another by human names. If ever they only name each other by human names when needed. I believe America wouldn't have known many people outside of the world of nations. However I don't believe that nations were left alone to their own devises during that period of time so their bosses might have had servants sent to their homes to serve them.

Children were sent to the New World as indentured servants or contract servants to pay off their parents death in some cases or their parents sent them to the New World to find a better life then they had knowing they would never see their child again. Adults were also sent to the new world as indentured servants. Since children wouldn't understand that the nations weren't human they might have been chosen to serve them. Though there would be older humans to teach the children how to serve a near-immoral. I believe if the adult ever said anything about the nations to anyone they would be threaten with treason. Anyway, Alfred may have been the only child America came into contact with. So he might have held a special place in America's memory.