This chapter was inspired by the AWESOMELY WONDERFUL song 'Misery Business' by Paramore. Me do not own the song nor Paramore.

~Misery Business~

Months passed. Soon it was years. I haven't seen Canada or Vancouver in a while now. Alfred and I have been busy with some of the new laws our boss, Barrack Obama, was dealing out. With all of this home owning stuff and complaints and compliments, Alfred and I had to become the new secretary's of The White House. We had to take many calls from people of our country. Some where good and some were bad but, all in all I got to finally do something besides just wander around my house. (I lived in The White House.)

Today was Thursday. And today I finally got some time off for myself so I decided to take a walk in the great garden outside. I walked outside then went to the vibrant green grass to sit down. I thought about 1812. The day my beautiful house burnt down.

I stared at my wonderful white house. Alfred and I had put our all to build it. I remember that day too, Canada and England burnt it down. Alfred and I had to rebuild it.

I wasn't mad. We all did stupid things. I didn't blame the two. And Canada was and still is England's colony.

I wasn't mad at them for long. When you thought about it, there were worse thing people have done all over the world. Japan making a war on China who loved his little brother so much, Russia forcing countries to become one with him, Alfred and I nuclear bombing Japan, and etc.. We didn't have to do that. We could've just painted his damned mountain red! That's why I didn't blame them. England was still just upset that Alfred and I grew up. Yeah, I grew up with Alfred and Matthew. You probably never noticed me, I was always increasing my knowledge and studying to become a wonderful housewife for one day when it would happen.

"Hey, DC!" I came back into the present when I heard Alfred call my name. I seen him run towards me with a huge smile on his face. I looked up at him as he came to a stop in front of me.

"What is it, Alfie?" I asked him with a scowl on my face. I admit it I still held a grudge on him for that one day when he yelled out if I liked Canada.

"Pack your bags! Canada just became our 51st state and we need to have a ceremony in Vancouver!" My mouth gaped open by his words. Canada became our 51st state? How in the fucking bloody hell did this happen? (Oh gawd, my inner British was coming out.)

"How?" Was the only thing I could manage to say. I got up and looked at Alfred with a confused look.

"Canada's boss and our boss had a meeting today. And it just happened." He said. Wait...Obama had a meeting with Canada's boss without us going? This wasn't like Mr. Obama. But, I guess this would be very personal so I let it go.

"Alright." I said as I brushed past him to go inside.

...

As I packed my bags I thought,'Finally I'll get to see them after so many years.'

I smiled as I zipped my luggage. I took it off of the bed and went into the hallway. I stopped in my tracks to promise myself something.

I need to tell him so he can know my feelings.

...

I stood in front of Canada and Vancouver's second house. Their mansion. They lived in a small house in the woods but. didn't use their mansion, they liked it small and not big. They rarely used this house. It was only used on special occasions. And this was one of them. Alfred stood next to me, I told him I wanted to knock. And I could tell he was getting impatient. I extended my arm and pushed the doorbell. I series of rings were heard before Vancouver came to open the door.

Her red hair had gotten slightly longer and her legs looked slightly longer. I looked behind her to see Canada, he looked the same, as always. He was his regular cute self.

Vancouver cracked a smile. One spread across my lips as well.

I then enveloped her body in a weird girly hug.

"I missed you, Cristine." I said into her hair. (I'm taller than her.)

"I missed you too, Natasha." She whispered into my shoulder. After a while I let go of her and faced Canada. He just came out of a hug from America. My grin grew larger as his larger arms wrapped me in a hug. My smaller arms wrapped around his neck. I sighed into his shoulder. I felt safe in his arms. And I missed him. His laugh, his smile, and his wonderful self.

Alfred cleared his throat. A bit too loudly. I let go of Canada and stepped back. And god, I should've stayed clung to Canada.

"Mattie, whose this, honey?" Said a very snobby sounding voice of a certain girl. She wrapped her arms around Canada from his back. She put her chin on his shoulder and I could see her pretty on the outside face.

It was fucking New York.

NY...the number one bitch of all of the states. Another wanna be DC. Only a few of the states wanted to be me. I was the fricken capitol state and a few of them wanted my position.

New York, Texas, Wisconsin, Tennessee, and Arizona. The jealous states. Even though I was no longer a state, just a city, they still wanted to be me. And I hated it. What did they want? To meet other countries? America? The fame? Honestly, years ago, I would've gave them my job but, now I love it. I can' just give it away or let someone else take it. I worked hard to keep this job. And I planned on staying with it. I don't want to be the forgotten used-to-be-state/capitol/city.

I shot back into reality when I heard Canada say,"You should know them, NY. It's America and DC. You silly goose." Canada said with a very happy expression.

WTF? Silly goose? Why did he get all happy all of a sudden? And why was he acting all cute with NY? And why was that bitch playing dumb?

"Oh I know Alfred. I didn't know that girl right there." She pointed at me. My face became red with anger. "I thought maybe she was a maid, not THE DC." She said it as if she meant it to stab me in the throat. I had a short temper. So I just HAD TO.

"WHY, YOU BLOODY FUCKING, SCRAWNY, WHORE!" I yelled as I slapped her across the face with the back of my hand. "How did you like THAT backhand, bitch? That's for 1982 and now, 2012. That was for raping England AND pretending you didn't know me." (My inner British coming out again.)

*Short fake history lesson*

In year 1982, New York came along with Dc and America to visit England. This was back when before she became a jealous bitch. This was the day she became one. I don't wanna leave any unnecessary details so, DC walking in on New York raping England. You can guess the rest.

*End lesson*

"Natasha!" Canada said as he went up to hold New York in his arms. "Why sis you do that?" He said as he caressed New York's cheek. (Alfred and Vancouver left inside to laugh.)

Because I'm jealous. Because she is using you. Because she finally figured out how to ruin me. Because you are bewitched. Because I hold a grudge for her.

Because I love you.

I wanted to say all of these things, but, instead tears weld up in my eyes. I brushed past the two and went inside. Just before I would regret it I turned around and yelled,"BECAUSE I LOVE YOU!" I then turned around. I went to my usual guest room in this house. I left my stuff on the floor and I fell to the ground. I started crying. I had problems. I had so much hurt inside. And all of it burst out at this time.

Being raped by France. Bombing Spain. My house burning down. Bombing Japan. Stealing gold from people during the rush for taxes in San Francisco. Capturing Hawaii. Being friends with New York. Slapping New York. And now, hurting and confusing Canada.

I reached into my pocket to pull out a round pink rock/stone. It was my sphere. I found it and cut it all by myself. This certain stone meant for romance. Whether I got it good or bad, I don't know. But, it was also my luck. My only treasure. I remember the day I found it. I was just walking with Japan when the cherry blossoms where in full bloom, in the moonlight. I tripped over a pink rock. I took it home and made two spheres. I kept one and gave the other to Japan since I found the chunk of pink stone on his land.

I treasured it. I don't know why, but, it made me feel safe and content. My tears stopped flowing and the awkward feeling in my chest went away. After a while I started laughing. The phony face on New York's face made me feel sick but, the look in her eyes made me feel successful. What a great accomplishment of slapping her. And I knew America and Vancouver were pround of me. They knew how the bitch was.

...

*Eight months later*

Eight months was how long it took for Matthew to understand that New York was just a whore who was playing his heart. They broke up and I was happy but, I still haven't talked to Matthew in a while.

Until today.

Every few months I would stay over at Vancouver and Matthew's house just to check on our prospering 51st state. Canada was still considered a country but, it was also considered a state of America. I guess you could say that America and I owned him and didn't at the same time.

I finally packed my things in for the week. This room was now practically my second home. I loved staying here. I loved to take strolls out in the forest.

I heard a very quiet knock on my door. I walked up to my door and opened it up. There was Canada with his head down.

"I'm sorry for not talking to you, letting New York use me, and for not responding to your confession." I could tell he had a blush on is face. Why was he apologizing though? It wasn't his fault.

"I'm sorry for going mental that day and for being the most unimportant person in the world." My voice almost cracked at the end of my long sentence. But, I shouldn't cry now. I had to stay strong in front of Canada. "Matthew, your speaking your mind again." I said after a while of silence. He brought his head up and tears were running down his face. I felt sorry. for ever coming into his life he didn't need me. I was just a pest.

"Your not unimportant." He said in between sniffles. "Your important to me."

"No I'm not. I'm evil. I don't deserve to be the capitol of America. I'm not worthy to talk to you. I'm just another civilian of the USA."

"Don't talk like that!" He raised his voice. It took me aback. I was startled. "No one needs to be worthy. I could have fell for anyone but, I couldn't imagine anyone else but, you." He fell for me?

I rolled my eyes. "No. That isn't accurate information. I fell for you." I crossed my arms and looked up at his now uncrying face. His eyes were happy now, as was his smile. He had a big goofy grin on. The normal me had come back. His eyes then turned soft as he walked closer to me to give me a hug. I hugged him back around his middle. I put my face in his chest and sniffed. He smelt of maple syrup. I then noticed how tall he was. About four inches taller than me. I could feel the warmth radiating off of his entire body, engulfing me in a happiness.

This moment couldn't get any better.

"I love you too, Natasha." He said into my hair, tickling my scalp.

Spoke too soon.

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Sorry is this was offensive. This is all and mostly fake and fanmade history. Oh and what if I made a Kiku (Japan)/ OC (Natasha) fic? Should it be DC?