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Sri Lanka followed India and England to the ship which would be heading back to London. She had seen several ships before, but this was the first time that she had been on one. It had so many rooms inside of it. They led her to a room with a cute little bed in it. "Here we are poppet, this will be your room until we get to London." England told her, patting her hand gently.
There was a pretty little dress on the bed. It was a European style dress, so Sri Lanka didn't recognize it. "What's that?" She asked, pointing to the dress.
England smiled gently at her. "That, dear, is a dress from London. I had it made especially for you. Why don't you try it on. The bathroom is right over there." He said, pointing to a door.
Sri Lanka nodded and went into the bathroom in order to put on the dress. It was so tight. Being used to wearing soft silk saris, the dress was uncomfortable to put it lightly. "How can girls in England even breathe?" she muttered under her breath. Despite this, she thought the dress looked absolutely beautiful. It was made of the some of the finest fabrics available. It was a lovely pastel pink and embroidered with gems. What had she done to deserve such expensive clothes?
She came out of the bathroom to show off the dress to India and England. "Wow Sri Lanka, you look gorgeous." India said to her. She truly looked amazing in the dress. She would have to get used to extravagant gifts from 'big brother' England. He himself had gotten used to it a long time ago. England had found him as a child a while back. He was still a child, not as young as Sri Lanka, but a child nonetheless. He was a 'Jewel of the British Empire' and knew that his sister would be the same.
Sri Lanka frowned. "It really is beautiful, but what did I ever do to deserve such a gift?" She asked curiously. She had never done anything for England. Why would he get her such an expensive dress?
England smiled at his new little sister and his new little jewel. "It is because you, dear little sister, are British Ceylon, my empire's newest jewel. As my little sister, you ought to dress accordingly, but it is more than just that. You have already done so much for me. You, and your brother as well, have given my a chance to do something right. In the past, I have made mistakes that have caused a great wound on my heart, and I haven't been a good big brother. When you meet America, you will understand." he said with a solemn look on his face and water in his eyes.
Sri Lanka frowned, worry in her eyes. "Don't cry, England, it's okay. I think I know what might make you feel better." she told him as she left to find India. India was in the kitchen, which was not a surprise. India loved to cook and was one of the best cooks out there. He made the best authentic gourmet Indian food in the world; however, the only ones who could actually eat his food were himself, his sister Sri Lanka, and his adoptive big brother England. Everyone else thought it was too spicy, and many thought that his gourmet curry was as awful as England's burnt scones. "Big brother, England looks sad. Can you help me cheer him up?" she asked India.
India nodded. Of course he would help. He knew something that should cheer England up. "Sri Lanka listen to me. England loves tea, and Indian tea is the best tea in the world. Even England says so. Why don't you and Ganesha's messenger, Ashar, the Golden Flying Elephant, make him some magical Buddhist charms? England loves magic, so that should make him happy." he suggested.
Sri Lanka nodded and found some paper to use for her charms. The charms had magical powers that protected their holder from negative emotions. Sri Lanka had fun making them with her friend the Golden Flying Elephant. Her and Golden Flying Elephant were really close, almost inseparable. He was given to her by Ganesha, the Hindu God of wisdom, whose animal symbol was the elephant. India also had a companion given to him by a Hindu Deity. She was a tiger given to him by Durga, the goddess of victory of good over evil.
England was upset over the memory of America, when India and Sri Lanka had come in to cheer him up. India had brought him his brilliant tea and Sri Lanka brought Buddhist charms, which he found interesting. England had always loved learning about new types of magic. "Thank you both from the bottom of my heart" he said. India and Sri Lanka were wonderful siblings. They wouldn't leave him like America had, would they? He hoped that they wouldn't, but deep down he knew that a time would come when he had to let them go.