13 COLONIES
"Oh 13, where are you dear?" I hide under the table in the front hallway trying to stop myself from giggling. "Oh, Dolly? Where could you be you be?" I can hear father get closer and closer to my hiding spot. "I'm coming to get you, you little rascal." And with that I feel a pair of hands grap around my middle and lift me up. I shriek with laughter as I am brought up to eye lever with my father.
"How did you know I was there daddy?" He smiles at me and says "A father always knows, dear. a father always knows." He gently sets me down and ruffles my golden hair. I laugh again and look up at my father "Daddy?" "yes dear?" I cock my head and ask "why are you soooooo tall?"
He laughs a answers "Because I am older then you dearest." I stand there and think about his answer. "Why am I short?" "Because you are just a colony dear." I smile "One day daddy, I will be big and strong like you. I will one day be the most powerful country that has ever existed I will rule the waves, glide through the skies, I will explore space, I will conquer the entire globe! And if ANY COUNTRY contidics me I will kill them with a sword made out of consecrated light."
My fathers warm smile turns to a look I haven't seen before. "I am sorry 13 but I need you to get back to Wales so that you can finish your lessons." "but-" father holds up a hand to stop me speaking "We can play latter but I need you to do you lessons right now. ya" "Ok, I will." My fathers smile returns and he walks up the stairs to his office. And I have to go do my stupid lessons.
BRITISH EMPIRE
"Holy shit." I am pacing back and forth in my office thinking about what Dolly said. It was natural for all aspiring countries to want to be empires but it was not what she said, well it kind of was, but what she looked like. 13 did have the most unnatural way of coming into existence. She wasn't a pop-up country and she wasn't born.
She had the best and worst attribute of England, Scotland, France, Prussia, Denmark, Norway and myself, she had all of our blood running through her veins. But I swear she also had more than that. I swear she had blood of the Netherlands, Sweden, Finland, and the Roman Empire himself, among others.
She somehow looked like all those people at that moment. It was scary, no, it was terrifying. I wondered to myself what she will be capable of when she is older. In that moment I felt like my own life was in danger, like she was going to take away my empire and do away with everything the old world knew and place in her own 'new world order.'
"She wouldn't do that? Right?" "What happened now?" I turn around and see England and Scotland standing in the door way of my office. They were still mad at my power over through in 1707 during the glorious revolution a few years ago. I personally made sure that 13 didn't get involved.
"None of your business England." He sighed and walked over "The other 'parents' are wanting to see her." I turn around at that. "Eye, the main land bastards still think that she belongs to them." Scotland says making her way to me. "What do we do? I will not let them meet her. What if-if..." England stops thinking about what they might do to the innocent young lass.
"Stop England. You know we won't think about that." I sigh after saying that. "Besides, I honestly think that those bastards wouldn't do that to her." I continue, I then stop thinking about what we did. "What did we do?" "What do you mean?" asked Scotland. I turn to her "What we created. We created a potential country that has my scheming, but also my cloak and dagger tactics, she has your curiosity but also your tendency to manipulate people." I look at England as I say that.
I turn to Scotland "And she also has your love for freedom but also your short sightedness." I walk to the window and look out at the beautiful scenery. As my eyes make their way across the yard I could see a tiny figure dressed in a fluffy white dress that bounced around her ankles and her golden hair bounce at the same pace as her dress as she ran after her brother.
