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Prologue
I stood there and only stared at the vast ocean scene which lay before me. England had abandoned this worthless piece of land with only two sentences. "Look for the larger countries! They'll support you more than I can!" With that, he left. I replayed that scene over and over within my mind. England was cruel. He left me here with little money and only a couple sentences to make sense of. Who would take me within their arms? The only person I knew other than England was Poland, but he wasn't doing too well either. No one would take me. No one.
My feet collapsed and I feel to my knees. I was alone…again. Last time I had England, but now he was gone. Without him, how could I possibly live? I had no money, no supplies, and no home to call my own. There was nothing for me to do but stay here and wait until I die.
Tears ran down the side of my face. I didn't want to die. I wanted to live and prosper like the others. But how could I do so without the supplies I needed? No one would help this miserable country. No one.
As the tears continuously ran down my face, I heard a voice behind me. Quickly, I stood up and wiped away the remaining droplets on my cheeks. There was no way I was going to let someone see me like this. Turning to greet the person, I stopped to take note of his appearance. He had short blonde hair with an antenna and dazzling blue eyes which were covered by black, square glasses. The man's clothing consisted of a dark brown coat with black fur trimmed edges, a light brown vest with matching slacks and tie, and dark brown boots which his slacks covered mostly. Boy, he sure liked the color brown.
"Are you alright?" The stranger asked with a slight concerned tone in his voice.
I quickly brushed my light brown hair from my face and replied, "Yes, now leave me alone!"
Obviously not impressed by this answer, the man drew closer towards me. I stepped back, but only to feel a cool sensation wrap around my foot.
"GAH!" I yelped. For some reason, it never occurred to me that water was okay and I could get both of my feet wet, so I just hopped on one foot like a complete idiot. And it gets worse; I somehow lost my balance and fell backwards. Of course, I reached for anything that could possibly stop my fall. Unfortunately, for the man, it was him I latched onto at the last second. So, down we went; water splashing in all directions and two human figures went catapulting into the water. Good thing it was shallow, though. If not, then we would have both most likely drowned.
I lie there in the shallow part of the ocean feeling like someone had run me over with a car…twice. It didn't feel too good. But, something soft had cushioned my fall. Hesitantly, I opened my eyes only to see an unhappy blond underneath me.
"GAH!" I yelped again, scrambling to get off him as fast as I could. During that process, I had somehow kneed him in the gut, smacked him in the head, and stepped on his foot. Whoops! Clumsily, I got to feet and held my hand out to this strange person.
"S-Sorry about that." I apologized.
For some odd reason, he only smiled and began laughing. I couldn't help but wonder if he was mentally retarded or something. I only snapped out of my thoughts once he had taken my hand. From there on, I helped him up. His laugh somehow made me want to laugh as well. So, like any normal person would do, I laughed along with this complete stranger. We laughed and laughed until our stomachs began to hurt, then we both fell over again. For some reason, I enjoyed every minute of being with this stranger. I didn't understand why, myself. I mean, I had never met this man before, yet I felt like he was my best friend. You know what I mean?
The man turned over on the warm, golden sand and looked at me. "What's your name?" He asked with a goofy grin spread across his lips.
I couldn't help but laugh and reply, "New Zealand. But, call me Sophia."
The man smiled and chuckled to himself. "My name is America, but call me Alfred." He held out his hand for me to shake, and, of course, I did.