I've been working on this story on and off for about 2 months now. I thought I would begin to share it with you guys! I can tell you right now that updates will be unpredictable because when writing this story I have to be in the right mood (which can be hard sometimes with school dragging me down).

I hope you enjoy it and don't forget to comment! I would love to hear some feedback :)

Prologue

If you are currently reading this then your parents probably told you something that makes them sound insane. There is no need to call a mental hospital, their telling the truth. You are in fact the offspring of two nations and represent the Capital of one of those said countries. Hard to believe, I know.

At this moment you might be asking yourself how all of this is even possible. Well I wish I could tell you but the truth is, I have no fucking clue. So before you think of more questions I will just throw some stuff out there and hope it answers at least one of your questions.

Okay here I go.

First off, No, you are not the only one who has experienced this. If you really were the only one how would this book even exist?

Yes, you will meet other countries. Some might be intimidating at first but once you get to know them they aren't so bad. One example I can think of is Sweden, he is very sweet if you are able to look past his stone cold glare.

Yes, you will be going to those meetings your parents are always complaining about. (They can be quite entertaining sometimes- and dangerous. Just steer clear of Belarus at these meetings, she can get a little… crazy).

Yes, I am just like you. See you aren't alone, maybe you'll even meet me in the near future.

And lastly, I'm sorry to break it to you but you aren't human. My parents never told me this until I started noticing things. Like not aging and the increased healing rate.

Now that you got some answers I will now tell you what this book is exactly. This book tells the story of me and my friends as we adjust to our new found identities all while battling our way through school. I know what you're thinking, why do I have to read this? I'm right, aren't I? Well we wrote this book and convinced all the countries to give a copy of the book to every new Capital born. It will help you learn about yourself and maybe even learn a thing or two about your parents and the new life you are about to be thrown into. I can assure you that our crazy story will make you laugh, cry and wonder how we are still alive after all of it. Have I persuaded you yet? …. I'll take that as a yes.

I just realized I haven't even introduced myself yet! What is wrong with me! (I can here you laughing Romano so belt up!).

My name is Fallon Kirkland, daughter of Arthur and Alistair Kirkland, the personifications of England and Scotland. I was born on March 23rd in Ontario, Canada. I am 16 years old, but by the time you all read this I will be older. The rest I will leave unsaid for now.

My friends will be introducing themselves later on and add in their own side of the story. We will all put in pointers on what to do in certain situations. Such as the dos and don'ts of countries, I think you will find that one helpful.

Enough of me talking let's get on with the story then, shall we?

The alarm clock blared, startling me into consciousness. Groaning I turned to look at the clock, 7:00 am- Saturday, September 1st. Once again I groaned, rolling over and setting my bare feet onto the ice cold floor. I instantly pulled my feet back up, quickly shoving them into a pair of wool socks. I sighed, Ah, much better. I pushed myself off my bed and stumbled down the hall and down the stairs.

As I reached the bottom of the steps the sound of the papers crinkling and the smell of eggs and toast hit me. I'm guessing dad cooked this time, I chuckled, remembering the last time we let mum cook. Let's just say that it ended in utter disaster. Entering the kitchen I could see Dad, standing in front of the stove, a skillet and spatula in hand. My Dad stood at about 6'1" and has striking red hair with green eyes, just like me. Mum on the other hand was sitting at the table, reading the newspaper, sipping a cup of Earl Grey. Mum has messy blonde hair, green eyes and a set of rather large eyebrows. My Mum also happens to be male.

Yes my parents are of the same sex. I've called Arthur 'Mum' ever since I was little since he fit the mother persona relatively well. The one thing I will never understand is why people judge families like ours. Is it that weird? I will never forget that time last year when we were at a park. Mum had gone to get us some water while Dad and I found a picnic spot. When we spotted him I waved my hands and called out to him, using the term 'Mum'. The disgusted looks people gave us when they saw who I was referring to made me want to crawl in a hole and die. Even when we were eating I could almost feel the stares. I remembering crying that night while Mum told me to ignore their judgmental stares and that nothing could stop him from loving me or Dad. After he told me that I learned to ignore those pathetic losers who look down upon anything that stands out, that's different from the norm.

"Good morning Mum, Dad," I yawned, sitting down across from Mum.

"Good morning, poppet. How did you sleep?" Mum asked, setting his newspaper on the table. He's always got to be the one who asks that, doesn't he?

"I slept okay, I guess." I smiled, thanking Dad as he set a plate of scrambled eggs and toast in front of me. I grabbed my fork, hungrily shoveling eggs into my mouth.

"Someone's hungry," Dad smirked, beginning to eat as well.

After finishing breakfast I grabbed my plate and set it in the sink. I was about to leave when my parents called me back over.

"Fallon we need tae talk tae you about something," Dad began, sharing a gaze with her mom.

Did I do something wrong? Am I in trouble? "Um, did I do something?" I asked, biting my lip slightly.

"No, no you didn't do anything wrong, poppet. Your father and I just have something to tell you." Mum took a deep breath, "We are the personifications of England and Scotland."

My eyes went wide in disbelief. Did they really think I'd believe this?! "Are you two joking? The personifications of England and Scotland? Really? Do you think I'd believe that!? I do-" I stopped when I noticed Mum grab a knife off the counter and hold it over his wrist.

When I realized what he was doing I started to panic. "W-what are you doing!" I shrieked, lunging toward him only to be stopped by my Dad. "Aren't you going to stop him?!" I shouted at him, trying to free myself from him.

Dad grunted as he held onto me. "We just want to show you something important, Fallon. Please stop struggling, I promise nothing will happen," He assured me, slowly loosening his grip. I nodded an ok and stood silently, watching Mum run the blade over his wrist. I heard him wince as the blood started to pool from his cut but stopped only after a few seconds. I continued to watch as Dad wiped the blood from his husbands wound. The only thing was that there was no wound. Mum's wrist was unharmed, as if he never cut himself in the first place.

My body began to shake in fear. These are not my parents, I thought. "W-what are you?" I stuttered, slowly backing away. My Mum looked hurt by my words, his eyes holding a certain sadness in them. I jump back a little as he got up from his chair and started to walk over to me. I then found myself being held against his chest, and his chin resting against the top of my head.

"I am Arthur Kirkland. I am the one who raised you. I am the one who comforted you when you were hurt and cared for you when you were sick… I am your mother, Fallon and I love you more than you could ever believe," he said, holding me tighter as I began to shudder.

I was so shocked by his words that I didn't even notice myself crying. As the tears streamed down my face I felt his arms tighten around me, pulling me closer to his chest.

I relaxed into his chest, my tears staining his shirt. I felt a shudder go through Mum's body and I knew exactly why, he was crying.

"Alistair," I heard Mum whisper. That was all he said before I felt a new warmth surround me. The familiar and comforting feeling of Dad's arms wrapped around me and Mum.

"I know it's hard to understand, Fallon. But know this, your mum and I are still the same people you've known you're entire life. We only had to tell you the truth about us because we couldn't take the guilt of lying to you anymore," Dad reassured, kissing both me and Mum on the head. "Do you want to be alone now?" he whispered.

I shook my head, burying it further into Mum's chest. I still couldn't believe what I'd just been told. First I learn my parents aren't even human, but are also the countries of England and Scotland. What am I supposed to say?

"Can we sit on the couch? it's kind of uncomfortable standing here," I mumbled. What? I couldn't think of anything else.

Mum chuckled lightly, "Of course we can, poppet." I untangled myself from them, letting Mum guide me over to the couch. Plopping myself down on the couch I let out a tired sigh. I guess this is the time to ask questions. I waited for my parents to position themselves on either side of me before I began to drown them in questions.

"Are you two really the countries?" I asked, hugging my knees against my chest.

"Mmhm" Mum hummed. "I am the personification of England, while your father is Scotland."

I nodded, now for the dreaded question. "Am I human?"

I could see Mum slide Dad a nervous glance before responding. "Yes, you are human," he replied, a small smile tugging at his lips.

I didn't really believe him, but nodded anyway. "I have one more question," I began. "Are there others like me, children whose parents are countries?"

They both nodded. "We know of a few," Dad said.

I perked up a bit. "Do you know who they are? I would like to meet someone who's in the same boat as me."

Mum sighed, "I agree that it would be good for you, but unfortunately we don't know who they are. We haven't been in contact with anyone since having you. A lot of the other countries did the same in order to keep their children safe until they were of age."

"Do you know who has children?" I asked.

Mum tapped his chin as he tried to remember. "Let's see… I know for a fact that Germany and Italy left. I can't remember if Spain and Romano got together or not, do you remember Alistair?"

Dad shrugged. "It's been 16 years, how am I supposed to remember something like that?"

"Don't start sassing me, you git!" Mum spat.

"I can do whatever I want, Artie" Dad smirked.

I watched as the two continued to bicker, something I was quite used to.

"Fine, fine I do remember a few things," Dad sighed. "Spain and Romano did get together and I think they left the year after us. I'm not sure about Germany and Italy. Then there is also the small chance that America left after us too, but I can't remember with who though."

The possibility of others just like me was exciting! I really wanted to meet them now.

"I will have to start connecting with the other nations, the sooner the better too. I don't need them thinking I forgot about who I am," Mum said.

"Will you find out if any of them have kids?" I asked him.

"We'll see. I think there's a reunion meeting this year since most of the children should be of age, or already know who their parents are."

"Do I have to go?" Dad whined.

"Alistair, belt up."

A/N: So what did you think? Does it make you want to read more?

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