This one-shot features Rosslyn (Georgia) and Luis (Florida). Enjoy!

It was so bright and sunny today. Summer in the south, Rosslyn had learned in her few years of life so far, was always that way. Unfortunately, it also got quite humid as well, making her little curls stick to her forehead because of the sweat. Her dress was itchy too. Maybe this was why her Uncle Arthur did not visit her that often. Virginia and the others that lived further up north would talk about him visiting. But Rosslyn was sad to say that she had few and brief memories of her strong, empire-nation uncle.

She sighed heavily, letting the little white flower in her hand float slowly to the ground. Her attention was then placed not on the flowers that she had been admiring in the huge field that seemed to go on and on, but the pretty new doll she'd brought will her today.

"Mary, is Uncle Arthur going to visit soon?" She held the doll up to her ear, waiting for the whispers to come, as she often did with all her dolls – the corn husk one she'd made herself, the wooden doll made in Munich, and her favorite, the wax doll Mary. Mary was small, around two feet tall, and wore a bright blue dress. Her pretty light blonde hair was real human hair, Rosslyn's Uncle Arthur had said so himself. The face looked more human than any of the dolls she'd ever seen.

Now smiling, Rosslyn nodded at Mary the doll. "You're right, Mary! Uncle Arthur is going to visit soon. He promised in his last letter. And he's even bringing me new dresses!" The thought made her squeal in delight. She loved the dresses he bought for her, though he usually just had them sent over instead of bringing them himself. Sometimes they were even her favorite, French dresses, which was a big deal, because her Uncle Arthur didn't like France. "Maybe he'll bring you something too, Mary," she added, thinking back to when the doll had arrived two months ago, bearing a note and a small comb for the doll's hair.

Gently, she moved the doll's head into the crook of her arm, and started to rock it like you would baby. She wondered if her daddy used to rock her like this, and often, if her mommy did too. She'd never met her mommy, but Uncle Rhys told her she was a beautiful woman.

A gust of wind ruffled the weeds and flowers of the field, creating a sort of ripple as it passed through. Windy days were the best, Rosslyn thought, because then it wasn't so hot. The wind also brought with a whistling melody, one that reminded her of a song her daddy used to sing to her.

Smile nae sae sweet, my bonnie babe

Fine flowers in the valley

An' ye smile sae sweet, ye'll smile me dead

And the green leaves they grow rarely.

Unconsciously, she began to hum the tune to the song. The sun started to shine brighter then too, like it was suddenly listening in. But the brightness disappeared all too soon, and thinking a cloud was drifting by, Rosslyn looked up to see what shape it was. It was not a cloud, however, but a person.

Blinking at the brightness that was forming a glowing ring around the outline of the person, Rosslyn tried to figure out who it was. A tall person – a tall boy, she noticed by his short black hair. He was older than her in appearance and dressed in – wait. Wasn't that Spanish clothing?

Rosslyn jumped up, taking cautious steps away from the strange boy. She could see him better too, from a distance, and he was indeed wearing Spanish clothes. What was he doing her? This was her land, English land. The Spanish weren't supposed to be here. Was he going to attack her? The thought frightened her greatly and she gasped, taking more steps backwards, only to trip over a thick stick.

The Spanish boy raced forward towards her to help her up, but Rosslyn flinched as his hand brushed against her arm. Noticing this, the Spanish boy backed away, staring at her with his big dark brown eyes.

"¿Está herida?" He asked with a concerned look upon his face, his hand still slightly outstretched to Rosslyn, who was eyeing him warily.

She reached into her the pocket of her skirt* and pulled out a small dagger. Her daddy had given it to her to protect herself, proclaiming that it was small enough for her and not easily noticeable by others.

At the sight of the dagger, the Spanish boy backed away, putting up his hands in defense.

"No te preocupes , no voy a hacerte daño." He quickly turned out his pockets, letting a few gold coins and a strange-looking rock fall to the ground, to show her that he was unarmed.

Rosslyn craned her neck to see if he might be carrying a sword, but noticed that there was no metal to be seen at his side. Still unsure of his intentions, she lowered the dagger, eliciting a bright smile from the Spanish boy.

"Puedes confiar en mí." The boy placed a hand to his heart, grinning like a mad man. Rosslyn thought momentarily that perhaps he wasn't all there in the head and that's how he'd wandered on to her land. She really had no idea what he was saying, it all sound like gibberish to her.

"Mi nombre es Luis de Fernandez. ¿Cómo te llamas?"

Rosslyn wasn't sure, but she assumed that he was introducing himself. Luis de Fernandez sounded like a name – a Spanish name for sure. With a look of apprehension, she pointed at him and asked, "Luis?"

"Si," Luis responded quite enthusiastically. "Luis," he pointed to himself and then back to her, "¿y tú?"

Rosslyn again had to make an assumption. "Rosslyn Antonia Grace Kirkland," was her quiet response.

Luis drew closer to her at this, shouting out her name happily, "Rosalyn Antonia Grace Kirkland! Usted es español, si?"

Confused, Georgia shook her head at whatever it was he had asked and thought to point out that he'd said her name wrong, "Not Rosalyn, Rosslyn."

"Si," Luis responded, "Rosalyn." He was now pointing at her again.

So she'd gotten his name, but Rosslyn still had no idea why this Luis had wandered upon English land. If someone found out, well, he'd be killed. And as much as she disliked Spain for being mean to her Uncle England, Rosslyn didn't want to see anyone die unnecessarily. With hand motions, she tried to tell him to leave. But this, of course, did not work well.

"Qué?" Luis was the one looking confused now. He probably thought she was having some sort of fit. Again, Rosslyn sighed, but Luis grinned, bent down to her height, and grabbed her hands in his. This made her jump and she tried to pull away, but he had a strong grip and she didn't want to break her doll tucked underneath her arm.

Luis pulled her hands towards his chest. "Yo soy Florida." He then pushed his hands back towards Rosslyn, and gave a little nod of his head forwards as if to say "now you".

Florida? Rosslyn stared closely at him. It definitely sounded as if he had just told her that he was Florida. Her daddy had stressed the matter of not telling anyone about being the representative of a colony. But if this Luis was Florida, then it was okay for her to tell him she was Georgia, right?

Following Luis', Rosslyn responded, "I'm Georgia."

"Georgia," Luis repeated, nodding to himself. "Ya me lo imaginaba." It seemed he was more talking to himself than her now. But he still held her hands in his, so Rosslyn predicted that he was not yet done talking. And soon enough, there was that mad man smile upon his face again, and that gibberish Spanish came pouring from his lips, "Es un placer conocerle!"

"Rosslyn!"

A shout in the distance caught the attention of both Rosslyn and Luis. Their eyes traveled in the direction from which it was coming. Rosslyn knew the voice belonged to her daddy, and quickly tried to push Luis' hands away, shouting, "Go! Hurry! Go now! Go!"

Luis looked confused, but must have understood to an extent because he did let go and move away to hide among the weeds and flowers a little distance away from Rosslyn. He moved just in time too, because Ian, Rosslyn's daddy, was now coming into sight.

He stopped a few feet away from the little girl, a pipe hanging loosely from his mouth. "Let's go, bairnie, Arthur's arrivin' soon." He said this reluctantly, as if he dreaded the very moment Arthur would arrive.

But Rosslyn gave a little shout and jump, running to her dad, all but forgetting about Luis, until she was a good distance away. Then she stopped, turning back to see if he was still hiding in the weeds and flowers. He wasn't. Her daddy called for her to keep up, so she turned back around, letting the strange Spanish boy Luis who was apparently Florida slip into the back of her mind for now.

Florida was first discovered on March 3, 1513 by Juan Ponce de Leon, effectively making the Florida OC the oldest state. It was also the place in which the first humans in the Americas lived. So, yeah, Florida is an oldie.

*Back then, the bottom of a dress was called the skirt.

Spanish Translations

¿Está herida? = Are you hurt?

No te preocupes , no voy a hacerte daño. = Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you.

Puedes confiar en mí. = You can trust me.

Mi nombre es Luis de Fernandez. ¿Cómo te llamas? = My name is Luis de Fernandez. What is your name?

¿y tú? = And you?

Usted es español, si? = You are Spanish, yes?

Qué? = What?

Yo soy Florida. = I'm Florida.

Ya me lo imaginaba. = I thought so.

Es un placer conocerle! = It's a pleasure to meet you!