Crap, crap, crap! I feel like I could've done better! I'm sorry if it came out badly)': I really am! Grrrr! I tried to fit insome stuff in the anime and comics in here, you know, like the stew? Beef: Pork: Cow: Pig: See? Yeah... Meh, hopefully the next chapter will be better. GAH!
"Zat sounds good to me! Especially since it was part of my original plan from the start," said the long-haired blonde. Right after that statement, I felt a bit uncomfortable, and England looked very creepy. Fluffy left me; I used my hands to quickly motion him to leave. I couldn't have him be in such a creepy situation. I'd see him later, anyways.
"Come here. Come over here, America." He said in the scariest voice I've ever heard. My childhood…was now scarred. "Don't you want to play with me forever and ever?" I couldn't help it. I almost peed my undies, but luckily I didn't. I just began crying, that's all.
"Stop it your scaring him!" the long-haired blond protested. "You're even freaking me out right now!" He turned around and faced me. He held up a plate with promising food.
"Now come 'ere. Zis wonderful French food is waiting for you to shove it into your chubby, screaming pie hole!" I immediately stopped crying. Something wasn't right about being called 'chubby, screaming pie-hole.' Oh, well. He had free food! It was just like the times those animals in my meadow would get food for me. Ah, good times.
I looked behind the long-haired blond and saw England with his head in his arms. He looked depressed. If I chose this long-haired blond guy, would he be all alone? I knew what it was like to be alone.
He reminded me of myself a century or so back. The least I could do for him was comfort him right? After all, he did come out really early just to visit me once. He didn't have to, but he did. He also seemed desperate to have me; I couldn't help but wonder if he was a lonely fellow who just wanted friends. I could feel myself tear up. At least I was never completely alone. I mean, sure, I was discriminated against, but I always had my brother with me. When mama left, I was alone for a short time before España found me, which was like, a day. In the meadow, I was connected with all the other animals. I felt guilt in my heart; I walked up to England and patted on his arm. He looked up at me surprised.
"Are you okay?" I asked. And that, my good friend (who I've never met before), was how I had England become my older brother.
The long-haired blond had left due to his defeat and England held me in his arms and sang to me. I almost immediately fell asleep. He had a great voice, did you know? Too bad his song was in a new language called 'English,' so I didn't understand a single thing.
My eyes bursted open and England immediately looked down at me, shocked. For some reason, I felt stronger than usual and I'm not just saying that. I felt beyond invincible. I leaped from England's arms and ran. I had to test this whole blow of energy. It was an amazing feeling, I tell you. I ran right up to a bison. I heard England yell some things at me, but I couldn't hear him. I picked up the bison and started swinging him around. I felt new. I felt reborn.
England moved me into a nice small, Georgian house. Well, at least that's what he said, even though he's used to houses 20x the size. I thought my house was big, mostly because I was so small. Well, it was bigger than a lot of the houses nearby, and it had a lot of land.
So, being the curious child that I am, I explored the house. It took all my energy just to walk into another room. It took me all day to explore it. Once it became dark outside, England carried me and brought me into my room.
It was a cute room. Big, but cute. He laid me into a 'crib.' My crib. I watched as he ruffled my hair with a big smile on his face. I felt my heart beat and my body warm up. This was a feeling I only experienced a few times in my centuries of life. I adored this feeling, and I felt that now, I would experience it every day. Paradise. I wanted to know the name of this feeling, it was that wonderful. England responded by calling it 'love.' He also said that we were a family now, and that he'd be taking care of me until it was decided who'd control all of me. Unsure of what that meant, I nodded. He said goodnight in that language I somehow knew, then blew out my candle. I slept peacefully that night.
In my small hands, I held flowers. I had gotten up really early to get them for England, so he better appreciate them. My clothes and skin were dirty because of the fact I couldn't see where I was going. I got up before the sun did. I watched him as he snored. He mumbled something about a 'unicorn.' What was that? I believe it was in 'English.'
I grew very impatient with him. I wanted him to tell me more about love. I wanted to know what it meant and the many forms of it. It was also going to be my first day with England, living together. I wanted it to be a memorable day, just the two of us.
I heard him grunt, and I got very annoyed. I put the flowers down on the end of the bed and I crawled up to him. I patted his head, called his name, and eventually, he woke up. I gave him his flowers and he ruffled my hair then thanked me. I asked him about love.
"It's a feeling you share with a very special person." He told me "You always wish to protect them and be with them. They mean the world to you, to make it simple." I told England he was my special person and then I hugged him. I could feel his head rest on my shoulders and his hand behind my head as he lifted me off the bed.
"America, you're dirty. When was the last time you took a bath?" A bath? A bath…nope. The word doesn't ring a bell.
"What's a bath?" I asked curiously. He raised an eyebrow then heaved a sigh.
"Well, I suppose you wouldn't know since you were out by yourself for who knows how long. I also shouldn't be complaining since I once took baths every couple of years, excluding war time. It's when you clean yourself, and get rid of all the filth." I nodded, meaning that I understood. If 'bath' meant cleaning, I can guarantee you that it wasn't in my dictionary.
He smelt my hair, and almost gagged. Haha, I bet it smelt like momma bear! I smiled at my funny thought.
"I might as well wash your clothes after I take care of you, they're no longer white. How'd you get them?" I opened my mouth to speak, but I closed it as soon as I saw the big brown barrel I'd be in. I looked down on it, from England's arms. This was it?
I didn't know what it could do, but I was for sure that it was empty. He went to the fireplace and grabbed hold of a big pot that was steaming. He poured it into the bath tub. I still had no idea what he was going to do. I watched as steam rose into the air. It looked like it hurt…but who cares? I'm invincible, remember?
I was told to strip my clothes, but I didn't want to. I was a girl, and nobody knew that. Nobody was ever going to know that. Just mother and I. It was our secret.
"No." I protested. "I can clean myself, thank you." England gave me a skeptical look.
"You can? Okay, I guess I'll just wash your clothes in the meantime." I nodded.
"Um, can you leave? For a little moment?"
"Why are you so personal? We're all boys here." I turned red.
"Because I'm not comfy with my body." I mumbled shyly. He laughed.
"It's okay, m'boy. I'll accept your privacy." He ruffled my hair. I looked up to see his smile. I couldn't help not smiling back.
He left the room and shut the door. I quickly took off my clothes and got into the hot, burning water. I almost screeched in pain at first, but then I got used to it. It was like that one time I put my hand in the fire. I looked around, but it was hard to see anything. So much steam!
England came back into the room. I saw this as the steam began fading. He took my clothes then left, and replaced it with something else. Um, okay?
I remembered that England said a bath was to get rid of filth. I used this purple, slippery, square-thing, with the smell of lavender and rubbed it against my skin and hair. Wow, baths were easy. They also contained a lot of bubbles. No wonder it took so long! Bubbles are very distracting creatures. I wondered if it was its own spirit. I began to theorize, again. Who can blame me? I was a curious child. Soon enough, though, I went back into reality and ended my bath. I hated how the water got so cold!
I got out of the bath and took one of the cloths- that England had gotten me, and dried myself. Then I put on a new gown. It was really easy, despite me getting my head stuck in a sleeve once. Other than that, I did a good job. On my first try! I loved being a quick learner. I felt like a genius!
I called out for England to come get me. Why'd the doorknob have to be so high? Eventually, he came and carried me out of my room and down to the kitchen. He sat me in chair with books stacked upon it. Let me tell you that sitting on books…is not comfortable. England turned around and began…cooking, I believe. While scowling because of my aching butt, I came up with a question that suddenly popped into my mind.
"England? What's wrong with girls?" I asked although I already knew some of the answer. They couldn't do fun stuff like hunting or exploring! That had to watch the tepee, cook, watch the kids and pick corn.
"Hm?" He turned away from the fireplace with the smell of food.
"What's wrong with girls?" I repeated.
"Girls? Nothing is wrong with girls. Why do you ask?" His eyebrows furrowed. I shrugged. There was a moment of silence, but of course, I broke it.
"England, what am I? I mean, I feel a connection with certain people." I asked.
"Oh, right. I haven't told you yet, have I? Well, America. You are a nation."
"Nation?"
"Yes, you are The Land. Just like me." He smiled.
"And that blondie, is he one too?" I asked.
"Blondie? Which one, exactly?"
"The man with the long hair. The one who you fought over me with, remember?"
"Ah, France? Yes, he is one too. Try to stay away from him if you see him, though. I'm afraid he won't be a good influence." Okay, England. Whatever you say. Hehe, riiight.
"Let us get back to the original conversation, shall we?" I nodded. "Well, that feeling is a connection you have with other countries. It helps you determine whether they are normal humans or not." He smiled. "Does that answer your question?" I nodded again. He went back to the fireplace and he resumed cooking.
After breakfast, we went out to the village to get some fresh air. I never went into a village before, unless you count that one with strange square trees. That place didn't really have much life in it compared to this one, now that I look back and compare the two. The other just had people building, not people already settled in. I held England's hand, which meant England had to bend down at what seemed like an uncomfortable position. I'm sorry that I didn't want to get too far.
"America." He began. "Were going to get a painting of us done later, all right?" He smiled and I smiled back even though I didn't know what a painting was. We continued walking through the village. Everybody smiled at me. I noticed that women were here, too. I caught one's attention, apparently.
"And who's this, may I ask?" A pretty lady with light blue eyes smiled at me. She wore a fancy pink gown.
"My little brother, right Alfred?" England bragged. Wow, the things you can detect by just listening to the tone of somebody's voice. I nodded in agreement, although I had no idea what the lady or England said.
"My, he sure is adorable, isn't he?" the lady smiled to her friends. She wiped something off my cheek with a handkerchief.
"Now girls, we really must be going." I could tell you that my mind was lost. They just said a bunch of gibberish and now my mind was struggling to translate the words. As if it had a chance and it knew that, too. Sometimes, I wonder, 'why does my mind even bother trying? 'I waved good-bye to the girls.
England and I were walking; Fluffy found me and was now following me. Soon enough, I felt Britain pause. I looked up to see the cause and I saw France.
"Hallo!" I smiled, widely. I felt England look at me with disbelief but I ignored it. Just because he had grudges didn't mean I had to. France smiled as well.
"What are you doing here, Frog face?" England snapped.
"What? Can't I walk around wiz my friend Amerika? Just because we are not brothers does not mean zat we cannot be friends, no?" He gave me a new, different smile that made me uneasy. It was written with mischief. Please remind me as I ask myself again, what did I get myself into?
"Why don't you get out of America?"
"Why would I do zat when I already made allies' wiz some of ze Indians?"
"You didn't!"
"But I did! Ohonhonhon." France left happily, almost skipping, resulting in leaving behind a very angry Englishman. I could tell because he was squishing my hand. It didn't hurt though, so I ignored it. Like I said before, I'm invincible.
"Hey, England? What about that painting?" I tugged his hand and he gave me a warm look as if he had completely forgotten about France.
"Yes, I almost forgot about that." We then left to get our portrait done.
When we got home, Britain went into the kitchen to make stew. He asked me which kind I wanted, beef or pork. I really didn't know the difference so I asked what they were, to which he replied 'cow and pig.' Okay, although that really didn't help. Just another mystery I'll solve by myself, later. I went with the first one, why? It was just there.
I went into the yard and played with Fluffy. I loved that bunny, just as I loved England and my family. I chased Fluffy into a forest, but then I ran into some Natives. They were nice though because they gave me some berries. I ran back home with Fluffy following me.
"England! Look what I got!" I smiled as I held up the berries when I entered the kitchen. England raised one of his bushy-eyebrows. How do you do that? I really want to know now…
"Where did you get those?" England interrupted my fantasy, although I really didn't mind.
"The nice Natives gave them to me!" I smiled.
"Natives? You mean Indians?"
"Sure! If that's what you call them, but they're really called Nati-"
"America, your food is ready."
"Oh, okay."
I sat at the table, on top of the piles of books. England placed the meal in front of me, which I immediately recognized as meat. I had no idea what animal it came from, I just knew it was a cow. Whatever that was. But, hey, at least it was better than the meat I used to eat. Anything beats an animal with its fur still partially on it, a dead face watching you with a lot of blood falling all over the place.
"Here's your beef stew." He smiled as he sat across from me. I frowned.
"How come pig meat is called pork and cow meat is called beef?" I questioned as I struggled fitting the silver spoon in my tiny hand. "Why don't they just call it pig and cow?" I looked up from my spoon and onto England's blank face. Well, was it that hard to answer? There was a moment of silence. Finally, he turned to me.
"You'll understand when you're an adult." Um, okay? How long would that be, exactly?
I nodded slowly. I continued my struggle with the spoon and tried to cut my food in smaller portions. I heard England laugh.
"You silly goose! You can't cut it with a spoon!" He came over and picked up the knife and cut my food for me. He also fed and entertained me by calling the spoon a carriage and my mouth the castle. It was pretty fun, actually. I was laughing and England was chuckling.
After being tucked into bed, after finishing my meal, I began thinking about my day. It was fun, despite being with other people for the first time in about a century. I recalled the events I had that particular day. I couldn't help but smile when my memories went back to an event only moments ago. Dinner.
Yes, a real family dinner. Something I don't recall ever having. The only relative I ate with was Madhur, never mother. Only problem with dinner with Madhur, we didn't talk to each other much. He was just that traumatized by the negative atmosphere; he lost his courage to speak. Every time I began a conversation, it was almost immediately shut out. Despite that though, we communicated with our emotions and care for one another. I missed him, wherever he was. I hoped he was okay, maybe one day, England would find him and bring him back to me? Perhaps, he was a nation too? I really needed to stay in touch with reality more often. That way my imagination wouldn't become my master, and hurt me dearly.
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