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"Wow! Father is that a Unicorn?" A blond haired girl smile up to the man next to her,' is that me?'. Light was harshly shining behind him making it hard for her to see his face, 'who is he?'

"Oh course sweetie the most noble in the land!"

"But it is so pretty!" She giggled as the unicorn nuzzled her.

"Father…Why does everyone laugh at me when I talk to the fairies?"
"Because sweetie they cannot see them like us." She said kindly

"Oh…."

"Well Love lets go home." He said shifting out of the light. 'This is my chance!'

"Rachel…. Mon Dieu! You are going to be late!" A 19 year-old sandy blond shot up and grabbed her alarm clock.

"AHH! You Frenchie! Why didn't you wake me up?" She shouted as she had a brief war with her sheets. Another girl long golden wavy hair fell to her mid back, her shimmering sky blue shined with amusement laughed at the girl rummaging through her clothes.

"I did! You are zuch a havy sleeper you didn't wake up." She smirked as the girl started to change while trying to grab her things.

"Yeah well I have a test today so I studied all night and…. What the hell are you doing in my room, Madeline?" You could hear a slight British accent; she glared at the French women.

"I was spreading l'amor (the love) when your atrocious alarm clock stopped me, your door was open and I let my lovely self in!" She said swaying her hips, Rachel didn't really like the French girl, for reasons she was not sure of. I seemed like they were meant to hate each other, they have had a rivalry for years now they were even in the same apartment district, Madeline was a French fashion designer and model, she was seven years older but they were at the same orphanage till they both, at one point or another, moved out. Though Rachel would not admit it she was a bit jealous of Madeline's supermodel body, she was tall and beautiful, she was a foot shorter and a size smaller chest. Also what she would not admit but even under their differences they were good friends.

"Right then, well thank you for waking me up, you my go now." She growled grabbing her brush. Which Madeline snatched from her had.

"As much as you wound me Mon Cherie(my dear), I cannot allow you to go out looking like…zhat." She said pointing the hair brush at Rachel, Her emerald eyes snapped down to look at her clothes, a pair of jeans, a tee shirt and tennis shoes.

"There is nothing wrong with my clothes." She rolled her eyes and pushed the girl to a nearby chair and quickly starting to brush her hair.

"Mon cherie, you hair is so long, zou should cut zt." Rachel sighed

"Froggie you know I have long hair and I like it that way." She said.

"Alzo you accent! You 'ave never been to England and the accent has been there since you started to talk!" She ranted brushing the girl's hair. Rachel was born and grew up in America as an orphan, but still kept a slight British accent yet one ever talked to her in one.

"Your accent is any different?"

"I am French, non?"

"I do not think that counts." She said. The brush stopped it's stroking, and the Older blond smile.

"Done! Now for zour clothes!" She giggled and pulled her out of her apartment grabbing Rachel's keys and shut her door. Rachel was too shocked to notice she was already in one of Madeline's Apartments; Which Rachel thought was strange Madeline owned 7 different apartments! One for the Women herself, One for her winter clothes, fall clothes, summer clothes, spring clothes and shoes! Who own 5 apartments for clothes! At least the last Apartment was practical; it was a designing studio…. The same one she was now in.

"What! No, I have classes!" She struggled against Madeline's grip, who in turn laughed.

"Zou ave classes on a Zaturday?" Rachel once again went into shock Madeline grabbed measuring tapes and the sort and started to measure the girl.

"W-why did you say I was late then?" She said, as the Elder stared at her thinking. She looked up and smirked.

"We are aveing a new line of clothes for shorter non-model flat chested women like you! You fit the description … This won't do! Disrobe!" Rachel's eyes glared before widening in horror.

"W-what!" She stuttered the elder blond stalked to her with a creepy smirk.

"You heard me Mon cher." She said tackling the blond.

Meanwhile in Berlin

Two women sat at the bar both looking in-between 24 and 23. One was really pale with shoulder length blond hair that covered her left eye, her Vibrant red eyes stared at the cup of beer in front of her, her normally smirking lips was brought down to a hard stone frown, her muscled body (which still gave her a women's slim body but the muscles were there and you could see them) shifted a bit on the stool, she sighed and took a swing at the beer.

"Vhy did ve attack her Madrid?" her German accented voice asked the slightly small women next to her. Madrid smiled kindly to her old friend, her Dark green eyes that had small flecks of light green showed a bit of sadness. Madrid's tanned body, the type of tan that women would die for, turned the stool to her albino friend, and patted her on the shoulder.

"Mi Amiga (my friend). Don't beat yourself up about it you did not mean to! Recuerdo a mi amiga(remember my friend), she was on the allies." She said simply in a Spanish accent. The taller girl sighed and took another swing at her beer.

"I hated vhat var and the awesomeness as known as me shouldn't hate vars." She said.

"Berlin, mi amiga, I remember you saying how much you love voadura de Niña probre de Londres.(blowing up that poor London girl)" She chuckled, Berlin snored.

"That Bengel (brat) was a nuisance." Madrid just looked to her

"Mi Amiga, she died though."

"Mehr bier, Bitte!(More beer, please)" She shouted to the bartender. Madrid sighed and took another sip of tequila. Her Prussian/German friend got her beer.

"I know awesome me obviously chough this but…. Anita, vhen countries die so do their capitols…"

"Si, I already knew that Aloisia. Capitols like us live and are immortal as long as our countries or a new capital is official.. but even then most likely our names change, I remember once I was Toronto." She said looking to her friend stare into her cup, she straightened up and sighed.

"See vhat iz vhat I though… But if it is true… zhen vhy are England, France and The other countries out zhere vhos caoitols died still around." Madrid's smile dropped a bit, her eye widen I realization hit her, She was right… but still.

"I do not know mi Amiga… Maybe they were reincarnated!" She laughed at the thought. Berlin shot out of her chair.

"Holy Awesome Prussia! You are vight! Vhat if they had been reincarnated?" She smiled.

"Mi amiga… I was kidding."

"But still think about it! Paris could still be out vhere!"

"Even if there is Niña (girl) like our Amiga Paris, how can we tell if she is Paris? I mean don't you think she would have called." Berlin though about it for a second…

"Ve can still try!" She said. "Madrid Mein freund(my friend)?" Madrid laughed. She stood up and took her Prussian/ German friend's out stretched hand.

"Of course mi Amiga!" they smiled to each other determinedly.

"THE BAD GIRLS TRIO VILL START AGAIN!" Berlin shouted with a huge smile.

Back in America

"You know I feel violated…."

"Well if zou would ave taken zour clothes off in ze first place you would not be feel violated! Besides you are wearing clothes now."

"Still it was by a frenchie… forcefully too!" Rachel said red in the face. The women rolled her eyes and continued to look for more fabrics to use.

"Hey, Maddie?"

"Oui?"

"I have been having some strange dreams recently…I believe the countries are personified!"

"Like your ghost in the mirror?" She joked.

"Alvin is there you just can't see him!" She said fuming a bit.

"Right, right. Zo what are zhis dreams about? And ze… contries." She said pulling out fabrics and looking up and down at them.

"Well normally it is about this one man-."

"OH! Rachel!" She smiled and glopped the girl "Zou ave found zour lover!"

"NO! Not like that! I mean sometimes I will like 5 years old sometimes 16 but it is the same man each time." She said as she got the flamboyant woman off of her, Madeline sighed and took a sip of wine.

"Ah… too bad, Zo continue."

"Well The dreams vary and are vivid, but I never see his face. Some are wonderful… and some…" She looked down and chewed her lip.

"And zome?" She said wanting Rachel would go on as she started to cut the fabrics.

"Well one time I had one dream; I was with the man in the field, I was beautiful and not polluted, but this is where it gets strange and my theory stands. I would be in the field and he would start saying something about America, and how… how I should meet him? I would sound like he was talking about a person… not land. Then he would call out "America, come here!" And a boy wound run up and hug the man both would be instantly happy, could never see any of their faces, then that dream would always change, I would be standing in a battlefield, one man would have a red coat, but he would be up against 50 people with blue coats, he would have his gun pointing at the a few feet ahead of the rest, then the red coated man would drop and cry. But I would feel pain as if I was being betrayed… But I never even got their names except one time, but it was "America's" and I would always call the man my father." She said almost crying herself.

"… Like memories you never knew you had?" Rachel looked to Maddie who was now calmly cutting the fabrics.

"You have had them to?"

"Zome of a man I would call Papa and zome of two girls, un Allemande(a German) who had an obsession of zaying 'awesome' and un Espagnole(a Spaniard) tomato- lover." She said happily and flamboyant, Though Rachel could feel she was a little upset.

"Madeline are you ok, I would like to go out on a walk… do you want to come? It could clear our minds."

"Oui? Non I have worked to do." She said, back to flamboyant, even her eyes said it.

"Ok." She said grabbing her keys.

"Adieu (bye)!"

"See ya later!" And with that she started her walk. Though she had a feeling something was going to change …

~wow what a short chapter… well this has been swimming in my head for a while about the idea of the capitols being personified… well r&r

I would like to thank HetalianPrussian for coming up with the "Bad Girls Trio"

My readers you can make your own Capitol! The ones that are out are

London

D.C

Berlin

Paris

And

Madrid

I have a few conditions!

NO MARY SUES!

They must be reborn or not (if not then how to they feel about the reborn characters)

If you make Moscow he/she will be an enemy to Berlin!

^J^ if these conditions (2nd condition I will make up and most won't be happy and if 1st is not met I will be rejected! Or I will personally de-mary sue them!)

I love my readers and interactive stories but I draw the line at Mary-sues!

Please read and review! TT ^ TT please?

Ps… being and author in high school… O.e it sucks!

Pss I forgot the translations ^^;;; So I re uploaded this