Princess of North America
You walked into to your room and rested on your bed, looking up at the ceiling. Your
room was decorated with historical things and your closet full of southern belle
dresses which you decided to buy yourself. The walls were a vivid blue and designed
with scattered stars which were covered in white and red. A small white teddy bear
rested on your bed in an organized fashion. This place soon became your escape.
"I wish I could travel to North America… That would be so awesome!",
you said out loud as if you were talking to someone.
You lighted some scented maple candles and then retreated to your bed.
A nice comfy bed was waiting for your slumber and that's just what you did…
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You woke up the next day. Honestly you didn't think you could sleep for that long.
You stood up and rubbed your well rested eyes. Your bed seemed to always help you
sleep. It was the only thing that could. As you stood up, you blinked a few times
to notice that your hands were different. Your nails were shaped and cleaned with
even a French manicure on it. When did this happen? Next you looked at your bed…
It was a king sized bed with light blue covers with white rhinestones on it.
That wasn't there before…
You looked around the place. The room was an open floor plan. White walls and white
French doors surrounded you. It was almost like a royal princess room! You turned on
the lights and saw a beautiful glass chandelier and a balcony to your left. The room
had its own vanity and beautiful painted portraits of great American, Canadian, and
You couldn't be where you thought you were…
Though this thought pleased you, it also scared you. How did you get here, and who
the hell put you here!? Hanging on one of the doors, a mirror hung over the vanity.
You stood up and slugged yourself over to the mirror. That's when you knew something
Your hair was a chocolate color about the length of your shoulders. It was smooth
and your hair curled down perfectly. And to your surprise, your eyes were a sparkling
Sky Blue! Your then noticed the comfy white lacy nightgown you had on which was a bit
disheveled do to your sleeping. You fixed your clothes and brushed your hair.
"This isn't all that bad"… … … …
Then the door opened. A young man with short chin length wavy hair and light
blue eyes entered the room. He bowed and let out a light red blush on his fairly
light skin. He looked down, not to dare look at your presence.
With a simple and faint Canadian accent he spoke "Breakfast is ready, Princess."
"Y-Yes Thank you", you spoke hesitantly back.
Your face grew surprisingly red with embarrassment. The young mystery man nodded
and left the room. You looked through your drawers for something to wear. There were
fancy dresses galore! You didn't want to look too fancy though since it was breakfast.
There in the far corner of one of the drawers, a beautiful French styled blue and
white dress with gold accents. You grabbed it and placed it on your bed.
"I guess if I take a quick shower, I can slip this on
and go to breakfast… B-But… where is the bathroom?"
You looked around your room till you saw a closed door. Opening the glass nob
with your hand, you discovered that it was a master bathroom with a sit-in shower,
and a Jacuzzi! Scented candles that smelled like vanilla and cookies invited you in…
and made you REALLY hungry. You jumped in and washed yourself with the clean
smelling soaps and body scrubs, and even a lavender bubble bath, getting a bit
carried away. You wrapped a towel around yourself and opened the door outside.
As you were about to turn, you bumped into someone! Embarrassed on who it could be,
you hoped it was a girl at the least… You looked at the other person's face as you
were about to fall. The person caught you quickly and you saw a young man, with
hands around your waist. He was really tall and wore a white dress shirt, and a
leather vest with dirty blonde hair styled in a cowlick and similar light blue
eyes which showed a childlike glow.
"SORRY!!" you yelped getting out of his grip.
He looked at you and gave a smile. Your face turned
red noticing you were still in a towel, hair wet and all.
"It's fine Princess~! The hero has come to save you", he
laughed, speaking in an American accent. Oh shiz….
"W-Why are you in here anyways”, you asked him, hiding behind the bathroom door.
“I should be asking you that, Princess. I came to see if you went back to sleep.
Breakfast is ready and Matthew made some mighty good pancakes~! I mean, the
Princess of North America should at least have a good breakfast, right?”
"Princess… Of North America…?"
"YEAH! Dude are you okay?! You got a fever or something?"
"…. … No I don’t think I do…. ", you replied, creeping out
of bathroom, and poking your head out.
"Well I’ll be going to breakfast. I’ll see you there Princess~!
Alfred F. Jones over and out”, he said giving you a childlike
kiss on the cheek before leaving.
"I will, thank you", you blushed, not quite knowing what to say.
You changed quickly, hoping that no one else would see you. You sighed,
getting yourself ready and drying your hair. Quickly you walked outside
your room to find where the breakfast was. You were lead to the grand
dining room with two… familiar faces…
Going by how they were speaking, you predicted that one of the two identical
looking people was Canadian and the other was American, and then beside them
was a smaller young man with tanner skin… He was Mexico you had thought.
Everyone had introduced themselves during roll call, which
you were thankful for since you didn't know any of them at all.
"Princess ____________? Why are you dressed? You didn't
have one of the servants help you”, Matthew asked a bit confused.
"No… I didn't see any and I could do it on my own. It's no problem.
The bathroom IS right there after all.”
You took a seat at the front of the grand dining room table. In front of you
were pancakes, waffles, eggs, bacon, and even breakfast tacos, with maple
syrup on the side for your liking. The topic today was a bit interesting actually.
"So Princess __________~… Have you decided who's going to marry you",
Alfred asked with a wide smile.
"Hmm? What’s with that face", he spoke with a laugh.
"No I'm sorry", you muttered, almost choking on your eggs.
"Oh yes~ You need to pick one of our countries to be your new capital. It changes
every generation", Matthew spoke softly, clutching onto a white teddy bear that
had taken a seat next to him. The strange bear looked at you with a smile but
then weirdly at Matthew.
“Who are you???”
“Kumajiro, for the last time, I’m Canada! Your owner!” he
yelled but even so, his voice was muffled and sounded like a strained whisper.
Soon everyone was looking at you… This was bad….
"I need to be married to one of you… ", your face grew a deep red.
"That's how it has to be", America smiled.
“But I already know you’re gonna pick me~!”
“You know America… we are in Canada right now…..”
“Oh forget it….”, Matthew sighed.
"B-But I hardly…-"
"Hardly what”, Mexico asked.
"I'm not a Princess!"
With those words, you remembered something….
Pain… War… Love… and a lovely memory with everyone in the snow.
Was this actually your memory…?!
"What do you mean? Of course you are…", Mexico spoke a little confused.
All three of the countries exposed their birthmarks to you. Alfred had his on
his left shoulder while Matthew had his on his chest and Mexico had his on his
back. Each one looked like their country. You were shocked.
"Then w-where's mine…", you asked yourself .
The countries heard your words and grew concerned.
They all got up out of their seats.
"I don't see a birthmark…"
As the countries worked out everything, you could feel your face red with
embarrassment and nervousness . Tears almost formed, clouding your vision.
You tried holding them back like how you learned to in the past.
Soon another memory passed….. ….
"Alfy! Alfy! I'm gonna be the best princess in the whole world~",
a little voice called out…
“You look just like your mother”, Alfred smiled, lifting
you up and carrying you in his arms.
"Really? Do you think Mommy is pretty, Alfy?"
“Well you certainly have her colored hair and Canada’s curls”,
he joked. “Don’t worry, princess! You’ll be the best one there is!”
"Alright ", Alfred spoke, his face becoming gloomy.
Everyone grew quiet and looked at him.
"Sit down… Let's try to figure this out…"
Some depressing and saddened looks were given; each one
making you more uncomfortable.
"I say we have someone inspect her”, Mexico reasoned.
“If the birthmark is not there, then-", Alfred stopped himself.
He dared not say what would await you if you were indeed a fraud.
"Then what", Matthew asked.
"She would have to be –"
"No America… Don't even say it…”, Mexico warned.
"She would have to be executed", Kumajiro spoke in a whisper.
Even if he spoke quietly, those words seemed to echo throughout the whole world.
You looked up at all of them, frightened and worried. "A-A-Are you s-serio-"
"Yeah… I’m more serious than what I’ve ever been," America spoke with eyes
showing all his concern. “I’m sure though… I have no doubt in my mind that
you are the princess.”
“Yeah…” Matthew joined optimistically. “And even if you
aren’t I’ll fight parliament! That’s what your mother would want after all.”
“Matthew….”, you murmured.
“Are you my f-father?—I’m sorry I guess I’m just a little confused what the whole
Princess thing is….”, you said nervously, remembering what Alfred had said in
Alfred gave a glance over to Matthew, nodding his head.
“W-Well technically, Princess… The system works like this… Alfred, Juan and I
control land in North America or the U.S, Mexico, and Canada for short. Every
two generations a ruler is chosen to be Queen. The Queen must engage herself to
either Alfred or I or Juan to rest assures the new capital and who would have
most say over the government – America, Canada, and Mexico that is… The Queen
must have offspring and has two choices… To either find a king by the time
she’s 26 or have offspring by forming a relationship with a country… … ….”
“So you are my—“
“Yes I am… I didn’t want to tell you like this but that’s the truth…
Though I may be your father, I have no say in how you rule. I cannot
be king unless I wasn’t a country… I’m only a country… that’s all I ever was… ”
You gazed over at Canada, surprised and shocked…
There was no way in hell you were his daughter….
“But then I still have time to choose whom I want to marry!”
“No… you have time to choose who you want to give yourself to…
but not this. Right now we need to see if you really are indeed my daughter…”
"You honestly would do that to your own daughter",
you shouted as tears started to collect.
"Hey! This is hard for everyone princessa, so calm down",
Mexico fired back at you just as loud.
With that thought in mind… You woke up… …. …. In your normal bedroom…. …. … … …
You looked like yourself again….
Everything was where it should be….
You looked at the time…
In your room however, there was something a bit strange…. Something….. off…
As you laid back into bed to go fall asleep again, your white
teddy bear gave you a smile and whispered the words:
“Who are you, Princess?”