The next time Lars saw Madeline was a couple centuries later. She was in the possession of Great Britain and she looked of the age of a 13-year old. He was visiting his own land of New Amsterdam and he saw the girl by chance walking next to the teen know as America.
"Maddie come on. It's your birthday today. So we have to buy you prettiest dress at the store." America yelled excitedly.
"It's okay. You don't have to. I'll be happy if you just gave me a book." She said softly.
"Her birthday?" Lars thought to himself as he followed them close enough for them not to notice.
"No! You are MY little sister and you are the most beautiful girl in all of the land." He said happily.
"Al, you're quoting the fairytale books again. I told you they aren't real." She said blushing slightly.
"Oh, she became cuter." Lars thought to himself looking at Madeline. "And curvier."
"So? It's true." Alfred said bluntly.
"AL!" She yelled well not really yell, it sounded more of a regular voice.
Alfred laughed. He grabbed her hand and ran into a dress shop. Lars followed them in discreetly.
"Mattie how about this dress?" Alfred immediately pointed to the skimpiest dress there.
Madeline in return blushed redder than the dress she was wearing. "AL! That is improper for a lady."
Lars smiled when he imagined Madeline in said dress. Lars then left the shop quickly and went to a flower vendor and ordered a single red tulip with a tag on it.
He went back inside and asked one of the attendents there to hand the tulip to her. The attendent looked at him then her and thought he was just a secret admirer or something along those lines.
Lars then swore the guy into secrecy and made guy go to Madeline so he could watch her reaction.
So the attendent went to Madeline and handed her the tulip with glaring looks from her brother.
She looked surprised then flattered. She took the tulip and read the little tag.
Happy Birthday Madeline.
She blushed and smiled at the tag. Meanwhile her brother drove away the attendent.
"So who got you the flower, Maddie?" Alfred asked with a seething anger.
"I don't know. It doesn't say." She replied.
Lars just smiled happily and left the store hoping to keep tabs on her.