American Heart

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Chapter Four: Journal Entry One

It's been over two hundred years since I declared independence from Britain, and I've lived even longer. I remember the time when the word 'borders' meant nothing to me and Canada. When all we had was the ground beneath our feet and the clear blue sky above the tree tops. War happened, but Canada and I didn't have to deal with it, our mother handled it with stride since war didn't happen between tribes that often. We were different from mother's people but that didn't matter to them since we only stayed with momma and she barely interacted with her people.

America leaned back in her chair pen twirling in hand. Why she was starting a journal at this point she had no idea. Canada was encouraging. Revealing that Canada was keeping her own journal a way to keep her thoughts on track and important memories of their mother that they didn't want to forget while they were still young enough to remember them as they were. Straightening up America tapped the pen on her desk with paperwork needing to be completed.

It was…interesting to say the least when I first meet Britain. He couldn't even understand what I was saying, France was no better. They just stared at me while I asked them questions. Then when they asked me questions I couldn't understand what they were saying either. It was funny that they tried to learn my mother's language, until Britain took me and started to try to teach me his own language. It was frustrating to learn but I eventually learn how to speak English, obviously.

I didn't realize at the time that Canada was taken in by France but I was to fascinated with everything that Britain had showed me and everything that he placed on the table. Heh table was a new concept for me as well; when all that I used to eat was my fingers. I can still remember that I ruined over thirty of Britain's dresses before I knew how to use a fork…well he said they were ruined I thought that all you had to do was wash them in the stream and they will be clean again. There went thirteen of those dresses. Who dresses a child in silk dresses of all things?

After that most of the dresses were 'ruined' because I was always outside. Always exploring. Britain had allowed some of the colonist women to dress me in more sturdy clothes for when I was staying with the colonist. I loved to explore back then, even now I'll go on hikes with Canada into the forest for days leaving behind all the technology and we pretend that it was like we were kids again. Living one day to the next not having to worry about paperwork or world meetings; granted most of the world meeting that we've missed was because of the hikes that we went on. I always got the blame while Canada was able to disappear into the background…I need to get her to teach me that sometime in the near future.

America frowned. It wasn't like she minded getting the flack from the other nations for being late. She hated it but she dealt with it. It was the hero way of thinking. Looking around her office America's blue eyes landed on a picture of Abraham Lincoln. Looking down at her journal she started to write again.

I've been through 44 bosses some great and some not so great; few of them were killed in office. My most favorite of them of course was George Washington; Lincoln was pretty neat as well. Tall guy…really, really, really tall guy for someone during the eighteen hundreds, there are many different types of bosses but they all leave office sooner or later, and they all die. Kind of harsh I know but its true the concept of human life is something that even I still don't completely grasp yet as a nation. I'm sure that other nations understand why humans do the things they do but some still leave me confused.

America stared at the entry with confusion. Humans no matter how long she knew them still confused her but they entertained her as well. How many people knew that America could take what would kill most people and walk away with a small limp for the most part, and they still worry that something bad is going to happen to her. It was sweet but a little annoying when they try to protect her.

For the most part though I guess this will be filled mostly with my own personal thoughts, feelings, and ideas. So now I'll stop an-

America's office door slammed open making America jump and ink blot out the bottom of the page thankfully leaving the first entry clean. Britain was standing at her door with Canada and France behind Britain. "Dude ever hear of knocking?" America asked closing the journal and shoved it into one of her drawers.

"You're didn't show up to the bloody meeting!" Britain snarled stomping into her office and picking up a random teapot and poured himself a cup of tea that was still warm. While America stared at the wayward tea set wondering when it got there and how did she miss it. France and Canada poured their own drinks and sat down in the comfortable leather chairs that were a gift from Italy while Britain continued to rant about missing important meetings.

Canada was thoughtful enough to fix America a cup of coffee and hand it to her before sitting down with her own cup of coffee with maple syrup. Taking a sip of coffee America realized that Britain had stopped his ranting and was staring at her expectantly. "What?" America asked looking up at Britain.

Britain's face turned into an interesting shade of red that warned any nation that the former empire nation was going to revert back to his pirate days. America hated when Britain went pirate on her ass. He always won. "Before you start cursing like a pirate, and kick my ass in front of my sister and France and if it isn't a world meeting and a meeting with the president or other world leaders then chances are I'm not going to be there, and besides what meeting is there? No one ever told me about a…" suddenly is clicked for America, if it was a typical meeting Britain would be in her office with the other allies but the only nations here were her sister, France, and Britain. "Were you talking about going out to eat and talk about our political affairs?"

"What else I would be talking about America and I wasn't even talking about that!" Britain said, crossing his arms and staring down at America expectedly.

Not liking the looking down from her supposedly ally America stood up and said "Look Britain I'm sorry that I missed the meal deal but the last time we had a 'political meal' you threw France into a window." Britain blanched and tired to speak "You were drunk that night and the night that we tried to do the 'political meal' the last night and before that as well. We don't mesh well when we try to be a family Britain. Especially when Maddie and I were colonies and the only time I was able to see her was when we had family nights. So what makes this one so different from the others?"

"Tomorrow is your birthday Amelia." Canada whispered fidgeting with her mug she looked up seeing the shocked expression on her sister's face. "We thought that we could take you to that nice steak place that you wanted to go to for the last couple of months."

America blinked several times before looking to Britain and France who didn't say anything "So you fly in and set up a reservation for the steak house down the street?" At the nods America glanced at the time and said "Let me rant like an idiot why don't you? Is it too late?"

"No mon cher Canada had a feeling that you wouldn't get the notice and set the reservation later for tonight. So you have," France tugged back his Italian suite to look at the Rolex on his wrist "three hours to get ready."

"Three hours?" America grinned grabbing her jacket "Give me more of a challenge Francis." She kissed Britain on the cheek and dragged him out of her office. "Well come on you two." America said despite the sputtering British man at the end of her hand. France and Canada looked at each other before getting up and following the American and the British man.