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It is time for another chapter! I got one review so I'm happy about that because I only just started the story yesterday. I know that the story qwill start out slow just because I usually only read stories if they're a good length and look interesting. So it will probably get more support with more chapters. Well let me tell you how the story is going to work. The chapters will be named after such events most of the time like...let's say 'The Vietnam War' then that chapter will all be about that war. Oh! And because Britannia exist, she will change some events in history. Other chapters will just be cute chapters haha. It's a fanfic, it can't be boring! I'm not going to say which ones though. Anyway, please update and comment on the story! It doesn't take that much to do so and also favorite or follow it! You won't regret it! I feel weird if I constantly say one name when talking so I will use multiple names like for Britannia and Scarlett, America and Alfred, or Britain England and Arthur. You know, just know who they are! Finally, thanks so much for reading and here is the chapter!

Ch. 2: Growth

(Year: 1615)

"So I can now announce that this settlement will be named Lionheart!"

A villager, the leader of the group, told the others. They had named their first settlement after Britannia's human last name. She thought it was pretty cool that they did that for her. They had actually gotten lot done! They had about twenty houses built with a wooden wall surrounding the houses. Like Britain had said, ships were brought back with some food and more people to help. Though, he was not with them. This left Britannia feeling a bit sad. Did he hate her or something? What did she do to piss him off? She had been thinking about these questions on a chair when one of her villagers walked up to her with a letter.

"Britannia, England has sent us a letter saying that he was on his way here. He'll probably be here soon though since letters only give us a last minute notice."

He told her. She nodded and he left her there. She did like how everyone treated her so well even though she was just a little girl. No one had yet to be mean to her and she loved playing with some of the children in the settlement.

"Maybe I can meet this America now."

She told herself with a smile as she made her way to the shore. She shielded her eyes from the blinding sun and managed to make out a ship that was even bigger than the last one. She got really excited at seeing this. He was finally here! After five years! She jumped up and down while cheering. Once the ship ported, she ran straight to the edge of the beach and waited patiently for Britain to get over here.

"Good morning love! How have you been?"

Arthur asked her as soon as he stepped on her soil. Instead of talking to him, she gave him a big hug.

"I missed you!"

She yelled happily. He laughed and patted her head.

"I'm sorry, I've had some...problems back at home. France keeps trying to take you and America away from me..."

He trailed off with a tone of disapproval.

"...Oh! And I did say I would bring him the next time I visited you didn't I? Well here he is. Britannia, this is America."

He said as he revealed a boy about her age behind him. His face went red for a second before he gave her a big smile. He tiled his head and held out his hand.

"Hello. I'm America! But my real name is Alfred."

She shook his head and grinned.

"Hi! My name is Britannia but my real name is Scarlett."

She giggled as she copied him. His face turned sour before becoming bright again. Looking at him up close, she saw that America had bright blue eyes that made the ocean look like a loser. His face was formed in a way that fit him perfectly in ever way. His hair was a dirty blond that was brushed carefully to the side. She couldn't help but notice that a part of his hair seemed to defy logic and stick straight up. To an older gentlemen, they might think it was imperfect. But to her, she thought it was fucking awesome! She wished she had a hair that stood up like that. As for his clothing, he wore what Britain probably told him to wear. She knew how it went. He had sent a very flamboyant man from his country to hers and the man made her try on large dresses that gave her no room to breathe. It was annoying and stupid.

"Britain, can Scarlett and I go collect sea shells along the beach?"

America asked his elder. Britain clicked his tongue and waved his finger.

"America, it is rude to call a country by their human name, and as to your question, yes you may."

He told them. The two smiled and thanked him before running along the beach. England rolled his eyes and shook his head. He looked over at the nicely-built settlement and grinned. He had to admit it, well done.

"So why did Britain get mad at you for calling me by my name?"

Scarlett asked him. He shrugged and smiled.

"I don't know. You don't mind that I do, do you? I'm gonna call you by your name for now on."

He said. She smiled and told him that she actually preferred when people did call her by her real name. They continued to look for various shells on the beach. They loved it whenever they found a big one. They always held it to their ear to see if they could hear the ocean; even though they were right next to it.

They're kids! Get over it!

"I haven't seen him in five years...Has he been taking care of you?"

She asked him another question. He gave her a look and sighed.

"No. You see, I live on the other side of your country. So he has to travel farther to get to me. I guess that's why he hasn't visited me often. The first time I have seen him, other than actually meeting him, happened a few weeks ago when he told me he was taking me to meet you. I haven't made a lot of friends other than the adults at Jamestown. Will you be my friend?"

America asked. Scarlett noticed that his eyes were slightly watering. She nodded and gave him a smile.

"Of course I will! We're both countries so it'll be great! And...what's a country?"

"I don't know but I know that we are countries...Hey Scarlett?"

"Hmm?"

She hummed at him as she eyed a colorful shell that caught her interest.

"If Britain doesn't visit us, can you come over to my country and we just hang out? Or I could sail here and then we could play again because I'm pretty sure we are only staying a couple of days."

He stated. Scarlett thought that that sounded fun and that she would if he would. He seemed like a pretty cool friend to play with. He made it so easy for her to become friends with him that she felt like she could say anything. Yet, she looked to be about seven or eight years old so she wasn't that in-depth in conversation. But she was going to visit him sometime when she built a port and a ship of her own.

After spending the day together, the two kids went back to Lionheart and found the familiar blond checking off a list of things on a piece of paper. Once he saw them, he gave them a grin and hugged the both of them. They were both surprised by the sudden action of affection but loved it nonetheless.

"I've been working all day and I have to leave tomorrow. So how about we go take a swim?"

He suggested. They, of course, agreed with rosy cheeks and the three had a great time. Britain turned out to be a lot more kind and sweet when he did get the time to play with them. He was so busy at his own country that he sometimes forgot about them. At least that's how the two children felt. They both couldn't help but wonder if he would be like this when they were older...

Scarlett kept her promise to Alfred when it came to visiting him, though it took some time. Her settlement soon became two settlements, then three. She grew up faster than Britain ever thought she would. He visited her a few times and talked to her the whole day. Because her people were building a lot more houses and buildings, her physical appearance was changing. By 1760, she looked about fifteen. She was almost taller than England now! He was so amazed that he said he would send her more advanced resources to build even more cities of her own. Britain had not had the time to visit America at all but Scarlett knew very well that America was growing faster than her; especially in height, according to his letters to her. She hadn't seen him in a long time because she was busy herself so they exchanged letters with each other.

They said things like, "Holy shit! America I'm building a port so I can build my ship SO I CAN VISIT YOU!".

And he usually responded with, "Me too! I just started this new city called Philadelphia! Totally badass! Have you ever noticed that we talk a lot different then our people do?".

Yeah, they were weird. But it was true. They both built cities that grew with every decade and their population grew tremendously as well. Britain was so proud! However his king told him that he should just leave them alone for a while so he could fight with France about something. So because she didn't have Britain and she just got her ports built, she could finally visit America for the first time! The trip took maybe a month or two to get there but it was worth it when she saw him waiting for her at the port. He was right! He had gotten a lot taller! He still had the same hair she liked but his features looked more mature and defined even though he was probably sixteen by now. He gave her a big hug once she got off the ship and she could feel the old friendship coming back to her already.

"How ya been!? I waited on the dock for like three days!"

He yelled as he took her hand. Before she had time to answer, he took her hand and led her through his city of Boston. She loved the details of his city but she found it even more fascinating at how deep America's voice had gotten. Puberty must be taking its course on him. She herself experienced some...teen changes...recently...Catch my drift?

"America where are we going!?"

Scarlett yelled at the boy dragging her. He grinned and stopped in the middle of the busy road.

"My house! It's pretty big and lonely in there but it's going to be fun with you here!"

He said as he opened the large wooden door to the large high-class house. The inside looked like something Britain would decorate. It just spelled "British décor". However, America put his own touch to his home and added stuff like Indian pieces of art. America caught Scarlett staring around the house and he felt a sense of pride in his home. He didn't have many people here unless it was a servant or maid so it was nice to have a guest. Taking her to the kitchen, he sat her down at the table and started to cook her something.

'She must be really hungry after that journey over here,'

He thought. When England WAS here, he taught America how to cook. Don't even get me started in how much he sucked at it. The British nation probably wasn't the best choice to teach him and when he set the plate down in front of her, it was all burnt. She eyed it for a second before looking at him.

"What is that?"

"It's supposed to be eggs."

"How the hell did you burn eggs?"

She asked him while poking the food with a fork. His happy smile went away and he sighed.

"I'm not that good of a cook am I?"

Once Britannia saw that he was becoming depressed, she waved him off and patted his arm comfortably.

"No! No! You just need...practice is all...Is there anything that you can make that isn't burnt?"

She asked him. His smile returned and he rubbed the back of his neck.

"Well...I do know how to make pancakes. My brother taught me."

Scarlett's eyes went wide at what he said. What brother!? He started to talk some more but she shushed him.

"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! You have a brother!? Where is he!? What's his name?"

America looked confused at her question but gave her a response anyway.

"He lives like...up north and his name is Canada. He's a bit shy and quiet but I couldn't ask for a better bro than him. You've never met him?"

She shook her head and he found that weird. He decided to wave it off and get on another topic. He asked her if she could cook and she replied with, "I'm a girl, of course I can cook". So she taught him how to at least cook an egg without burning it. She knew that England had taught him. The only thing that he made that was good was fish and chips and desserts. She knew this the first time he cooked something for her and he ended up almost burning the house down. So whenever he came over, she cooked for him and he made the tea.

"Hey."

America suddenly said as they sat at the table eating. They had had enough cooking for a while so they wanted to catch up on what's been happening with each other lately. She looked up and hummed in reply.

"Have you met France yet?"

He asked. She tilted her head and only remembered him the first time she met Britain.

"Well he's been coming by lately. He visits me a lot and brings Canada with him. That's how I know I have a brother. But anyway, he's always talking about how horrible England is and how...fabulous (he) is. But I have to admit Scarlett, his cooking skills are kick-ass! He makes this dish where it makes the whole house smell really good! He pays more attention to me than Britain does. Britain stopped visiting me like twenty years ago. That's a long time! France told me he's been visiting you though..."

He trailed off. It was true. England had visited her a couple of times here and there for a short time. He had told her that she was his favorite and that it was quite convenient for her to be closer to his country. She didn't want to tell Alfred that though so she simply nodded. His ocean blue eyes widened for a second before he sighed.

"I guess he just doesn't like me anymore...He used to take care of me all the time when I was little. He would read me bed-time stories and then rock me to sleep if I was scared of something. Little things like that don't last apparently..."

He took a sip of his water and stood up. He took the dishes from the table and walked over to the sink; cleaning them with a wet cloth. Scarlett stood up as well and went over to him. He didn't look sad or mad but she could tell that he was annoyed.

"The last time he came over, he said that his king didn't want him visiting you anymore so it's not like it's his fault. I don't know why but whatever. And he told me he really missed you."

Scarlett told America. He dried the dishes he just washed and shrugged.

"I'm not mad or anything, it's just-"

"America! I'm back! I brought you a whole case of your favorite tea!"

The two teens gasped as they heard the familiar British voice. It sounded like he was right at the door. Knowing him, he was hanging up his coat on the coat hangar. They heard his footsteps as he walked into the kitchen. His bright green eyes went big and wide at the sight of seeing America. He had to tilt his head up slightly just to meet him eye-to-eye. Scarlett was also about eye level to England and still growing.

"Oh my word! Bloody hell! How you've grown!"

Scarlett expected America to get mad at England for not visiting him in a while but instead he put on a grin and showed his pure white teeth.

"Hey dude! What's up!?"

England's face went blank and he set the box of tea on the table.

"Dude? What kind of English is that? And how did you grow so tall while I was gone!? And you don't have that cute little voice anymore. It's all deep now. Then again, I did notice that your cities are growing faster than ever...America, I apologize for not being here lately. I've been fighting with that damn frog and the king has given me orders that keep me busy every day of the week."

The boy shrugged with a smile and told him that as long as he was here, he was alright with it. Britain sighed in relief and then gave a big smile; changing the subject.

"Guess what? I brought you some new clothes America."

"New clothes?"

"Indeed. They are quite efficient when going for a walk along the street or going to political meetings. They are also very flattering to women. But you won't have to worry about that until you're older."

He said with a chuckle, making Alfred roll his eyes. England looked beside America and saw Scarlett. He smiled even more and he gave her a hug.

"By God! I didn't know you were here! Britannia, is that your ship at the port!? It's quite large and its sails are simply exquisite! How have you been?"

He asked her.

"Good. I have been building new cities along my coast but we haven't really gotten to the center of my country yet. There are a lot of mountains and forests so it will take a lot of work."

He nodded and sighed. The two younger countries looked at each other with worry as Britain became suddenly stressed.

"I know this is sudden, but I have a few things that you two might not like...So here's the deal..."

What he said would eventually lead them to revolt against him all together.

And that is the end of the chapter! Like I said. SLOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW! I kind of have to build them up so I can get to the American Revolution. Once there, it will be a lot easier and fresher so just be patient if you don't like it yet. The next chapter will be just that so it will be awesome! Also, I'm not used to 3rd person so can you tell me if I'm doing okay? And if you want me to maybe change from 3rd to 1st every once in a while, I will. PLEASE REVIEW AND COMMENT ON THE STORY! Do it now! Now! I will love you if you do! I also have a little case of writer's block so I'm sorry for that as well haha. Finally, thanks so much for reading and I will see you next time!