Sorry, no Trampling Cow and no oil barrels... Just a plain old protective spirit named Prairie. Don't ask. Alberta named it that when she was really young... and yes, she is quite the daydreamer, but it an excellent farmer and has a green thumb! Her older brother is Manitoba, by the way, because that's how they're mapped out in my head... :D

-Panther-chan

Alberta: Curse

The prairies were a trait that Canada and America shared, and they both boasted of the wheat that grew in abundance. Though, one of the two nations never seemed to be heard over the other, louder one. This wasn't something that bothered Alberta, mainly because she was quite fond of naps and always had her head halfway to the moon.

"Hey, Alberta!"

"Huh?" she looked up from her tabby cat, who was quietly purring in her lap, and chewed on the stick of fruity gum she had just popped into her mouth. Two pigtailed braids hung over her small chest and the overalls, made of denim like the jacket of her brother Manitoba, laid over her brown and blue plaid shirt. She had a pair of moccasins on with beads woven onto them in the pattern of three stalks of wheat, and her straw hat covered most of her face until she looked up. She had a pair of green and pink gardening gloves stuck in her pocket and they peeked out, dry dirt crumbling off. Alfred took a moment to notice the freckles over her nose and cheeks and her golden eyes before shooing the cat off her lap and picking her up like he would a small child.

"YOU'RE SO CUTE!" he screamed, hugging her to death while she stared out into space, day-dreaming about apple picking and log cake. After a few moments of doting on her he put her back on the chair and grinned. "So, you up for that gardening contest?"

"What contest?"

"The one I talked to you about the other day! Between you and my best gardeners, of course! If you lose, we get some oil! If we lose, you get... um, something!"

"Oh. Sure, okay. When do we start?"

"Right... NOW!"

He pressed a button on a square device and it beeped once before he tossed it into the air, where it exploded. "There! My gardeners have been alerted! Go, go, go! Go grow some cool stuff, Alberta!"

"Now?" she inquired lazily, staring at the cat and wishing it were on her lap so she could pet it.

"Yes, now!" Alfred replied excitedly.

"'Kay." She stood and stretched, completely relaxed, and ambled away to find some gardening tools.

Two weeks later, Alfred went to visit his gardeners – only to find that their plants had died, their pets were all sick, and one of them had followed the same path as their plants. Their houses had flooded, had termites, and a sinkhole had appeared in the center of it all.

It really freaked him out, so he called Manitoba.

"Holy crap! What happened?"

"Hm?" Manitoba, who had been silently praising his little sister's lovely garden, had absently answered his cell phone (a gift from Ontario) to find that Alfred's "expert gardeners" were running into a lot of bad luck. "Oh, they must've tried ta sabotage Alberta. See, she's blessed in a way that people who try ta mess with her git cursed with real bad luck. We call the spirit that takes care o' her Prairie, cause mah little sister decided that that was its name."

Alfred could do naught but warn the other nations not to mess with Alberta, because she would unwittingly curse them all.

LOLLOLLOL. I love Alberta.

-Panther-chan

P.S: Trampling Cow is her pet cow. There's a lot of them and if you upset her (which is nigh impossible) they will stampeded and trample you. Hence the name Trampling Cow.

May include that later on. Maybe.