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The situation in the living room still had yet to be resolved. Germany was giving the death glare to Moscow and the few other Nations present had no idea how to respond to this.

"So introduce yourselves aru," prompted China and London pushed Bejing forward. Bejing frowned but nodded to her nation, "I am Bejing, also known as Mei Yao. I have been living here since 1950." She stopped and trailed off, "There isn't much more to say." China grinned and swept her into a huge hug, "You are so cute aru, like a mini me!" Bejing glanced helplessly back at her fellow capitals who were to preoccupied with swallowing their nostrils in an effort to be quiet to help her.

London stepped forward, peering through her glasses uncertainly, "I am London, you may call me Alice Kirkland. I have been living here since 1950 also." England stood forward and bowed.

"I am England," he said, "It is lovely to meet you." The moved off to the side as Copenhagen made himself known, unfortunately Denmark was not in attendance.

The capital that moved to the front was tall and had dark hair that hung to shoulder and violet eyes, her voice was peppy and cheerful and she swished her skirt before announcing, "My name is Vienna, call me Rose Eldestien." Austria nearly had a fit, Vienna's skirt was entirely to short and her shirt was styled after a corset, all in all she was not what he had expected of his capital. He glowered at Prussia who merely chuckled.

"You demon douche, you have corrupted my daughter!" He yelled and tried to punch him. He failed miserably and fell flat on his face. Vienna and Prussia began laughing as Austria jumped to his feet and dusted himself off.

"It's not funny!" He yelled but he was ignored as the other opted to continue laughing.

D.C.'s Story

Once the republic was on a steady roll I was tasked with the design of my city. In reality I din't do much to help but give a few pointers. I saw you there quite a bit, helping, laughing and building. I often watched from the hills or under the guise of a young boy. My next mission took me into quite a lot of danger. When the Arab nations began raiding our ships I was sent along to help with the fighting but on the medditeranian my ship was torn apart by a vicious typhoon and I was sent adrift. I passed out on my third day in the water and woke up at a slave pen in an action block. I was right in the middle of the Ottoman Empire after having been rescued from the ocean. My body was about ten years old and they'd thought me dead but I was alive.

D.C. woke up the garbled shouts of the guards, groaning she turned to her side and saw the other prisoners were getting up. While furious with her position she was curious about what was happening and what the Ottoman Empire looked like. If she needed to escape that was no small matter, since her city had been built her strength had nearly become montrous. Wearing the sparse clothing she had been given D.C. was herded out with the rest. Ignoring the looks from the other she did her best to drink in the beautiful capital. Chanted prayers and lilted songs drifted around tall buildings and long walkways. She stumbled backwards into the tall man behind her.

"Sorry," she muttered and he flashed her a quick grin.

"It's no problem," he replied and she frowned at him.

"Where are you from?"

"Africa, I've been shuttled all across the world though so this is nothing new, first time?" D.C. just stared at him. The man was a very tall black man with a muscular build and a kind face.

"I'm guessing that it is so I'll be bold and wish you luck," he grinned again.

D.C. watched as they began seperating the women and men.

"Aren't you unhappy with all of this selling?" She asked as the guards were a few feet from her.

The man smiled, this time a little more sad, "I try to do my best with the world, people just have to happy sometimes, I've seen to many miserable people to become one myself, no matter the situation." The guard pushed him away toward the other men as he flashed her a wink.

"Stay happy kids," he called and she lost sight of him in the crowd. The women were led away with D.C. somewhere near the middle. They approached a hugely ortante palace with massive walls and dozens of guards on the walls. Weapons at the ready. D.C. swallowed, gold eyes taking in every point of guard, maybe escape might be harder than she origenally thought. Once inside she saw beautiful gardens and many maids and men. They all stopped to stare at the crowd then slaves entering.

They were led to a massive ball room type room, men milled around the edges, wearing brightly colored clothes and beautiful women served them. D.C. felt her throat constrict, now she was nervous.

A very tall, handsome and intimidating figure sat on the throne his eyes flicked over the women and settled on D.C. She did her best to ignore his burning gaze but it became to much and she met his eyes. They burnt a hole into her soul but she did not look away. They broke away from the stares only when the auctioneer began the bidding. When it was her turn D.C. was pulled to the front and she stood, doing her best to shake away her fear and present the image of a competent 10 years old. To her surprise and disgust old men began the bidding as it climbed higher and higher she began to shake. Glancing at the man on the throne with some desperation she silently begged for something to happen. Something did, a man with robes no less fabulous than the man on the throne strode up to the front and shouted out a number. This number silenced all other bidders and D.C. knew she was bought, quite literally.

As she was led away to a seperate chamber D.C. saw both men get up to leave. In the room, an office she tensed her muscules, ready to fight if necessary.

The door slammed open and the men strode him, D.C. glared at them. Both men easily dwarfed her and wiked swords hung from their sides.

"You are english," The man with the a white mask demanded, his voice was smooth and sounded like melted chocolate.

D.C. frowned and shook her head, "I am American," she announced proudly and there was silence.

This time the man who had been seated on the throne spoke, "I am the emporer of this country. My aide found interest in you. He was on the ship that rescued you." D.C. struggled with herself for a moment before deeming a bow was in order. Bowing she said, "I thank you for my rescue but dare to inquire why I woke up in the slave pens."

The masked man shifted and a sense of power began seeping into her pores, with a jolt she realized that his WAS the Ottoman Empire, the man before her was the personification of the entire empire. His aura was simply addicting, that much power to one man, no wonder he was feared. She closed her eyes, having never been this close to an empire before.

"Are you feeling well?" Oh god, even his words vibrated with powers.

She nodded. "Your duties will be as follows. You will serve the me in any way I ask, in return I will allow no one to touch you. You included Sadiq, this he directed at the Empire." Sadiq nodded, face unreadable from behind his mask. "Now follow me child, I will get you more suitable clothes." He motioned for D.C. to follow, she broke out of her trance and followed him.

Several weeks later D.C. found herself sitting behind the emperor, listening to the unfamiliar garble of the palace court. She had been dressed in a long silken skirt and a tight top that while outlined her rather lacking figure covered everything up to her neck like a turtleneck but it was sleeveless. Her hair had been adorned with a bejeweled veil and braclets clanked on her thin wrists. She looked like a perfect court slave, but in reality wasn't. She served the emperor and emperor alone and word must have gotten out that she was to be left along because the only thing that bothered her was the looks many gave her. Apparently young women were appealing.

As the emperor stood she followed suit and followed him faithfully out of the room. He went to his office and began opening his scrolls.

"Were you informed, Amelia. That your president has purchased a large amount of land from France. It has doubled the size of your country." D.C. started, so that's what the burst of power had been from.

She shook her head, "No my liege, thank you for informing me."

"Sadiq has interesting news for us my dear. We are celebrating my birthday, since there will be many people in attendance I want you to be extra wary. There might be an assassination attempt. It could cause problems so stay by my side. I will do my best to not go anywhere you cannot follow me." He looked up from his scolls.

"Lord, I am knowledgeable and know how to handle a blade, may I ask to be given one. It may aid me in protecting you."

He looked startled, "How did you learn that?" She grinned ferally.

"1778 was an interesting year," she answered and his face went blank with confusion. Just as he was about to voice a question a tall, woman entered. She didn't even bother to knock, she just strode in and began yelling in Turkish. D.C. stood off to the side feeling a little out of place.

Abruptly she woman turned to glare at he and spoke in English, "You are a Capital aren't you." It wasn't a question, it was a statement.

D.C. nodded while the Emperor looked astonished and stared at her with a silent question.

"I am Washington D.C. capital of the United States of America."

She choked off as Constantinople whipped out a blade and held it at her throat, "What are you doing here, with my emperor. How dare you infedel dog." Her voice was hard and tinged with power. D.C. suddenly felt fury roar through her viens and with a single shove threw Constantinople back into the opposing wall. The turk, struggled to stand, stunned at the much youngers power.

"Don't even think about threatening me," hissed D.C "You are old and deteriorating, I am young and growing. We both know who will win this fight."

There was a pregnant moment while both Capitals glared at each other before the Turk lowered her sword.

"Fine, my lord, do you wish this girl to continue serving you?" He looked between them and nodded.

"Only for the party tonight, tomorrow we will send her home." D.C. felt relief wash through her, glad Constantinople could not have seen through her bluff.

A surprised ripple went through the people at the docks. People craned their necks to see the emperor and his handmaiden and their guards walking through the busy docks.

They boarded a simple passenger ships headed for Europe and disappeared.

The captain was busy yelling at the first mate when the ship went silent, turning around he caught sight of the king and dropped to his knees.

"I want you to take this girl to America, you will be we compensated but if anything should happen to her you will die, along with your crew." The captain nodded furiously and caught sight of the girl. She was wearing a pistol at her hip, very western clothes and a sword on the other side. Despite he obvious youth she seemed to know exactly what she was doing. He looked toward the sky and prayed to Allah they would reach America safely.

Once back in America I went straight to the White House only to find a massive party going on in the honor of Jackson's election.

Back to normal POV

America shifted and D.C. fell silent.

"What happened to Constantinople?" He asked and she seemed to grow sad.

"She died when the empire died. I don't know if Turkey noticed or not but I did." They both went silent while both reflected on what they had just learned and what they had experienced.