64 Ways Back To Life

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America's eyes fluttered open, she felt light and noticed she wasn't holding a knife in her hand anymore. When she stood up, she noticed her wings were out, which was weird because she never had them out. She tried folding them back up but failed after they just kept dragging on the ground. She looked around and noticed she was in a garden with flowers she has never seen before, flowers that never existed.  She walked over to a patch of dead flowers that where white with red dots, after picking a dead one that was sitting on the ground, she saw a woman was watching her. Personally she found it creepy this woman was watching her, but couldn't get her eyes of of this woman, her dress was long and white, flowers that were shining sat on the dress peacefully. The most amazing thing about this woman was the vines that crawled up her arms and torso, her hair was red and in a bun, the bun had one big flower in the middle. She was a beautiful sight.  The woman was staring at her with pure shock, she had little streams of tears running down her face. "Ma'am, do you know the quickest way back to New York?" America asked the lady, the lady just kept staring back at her, unable to move.
 When America kept staring at the lady, she seemed so familiar, like America had seen her before.

Then it hit her. "Mamma?" America asked, tears threatening to escape her eyes. "My sweet buttercup!" Native yelled, running up to America and hugging her. America started crying and hugging the shorter woman, after all these years, she got to see her again. America was confused but letting the moment sink in, she was just hoping this wasn't a dream. The two just kept balling, when suddenly a door opening could be heard from the garden shed. A taller woman who had a short ponytail and black wings came out with  a bucket, she had dirt on her face and looked tired, she turned her head  and saw Native crying into America's chest.

Spanish sighed and walked up to the two. "Native, I told you, you can't just hug random countries  that die for hours, let the poor girl go" She said, patting Natives back. "You idiot! Look who it is! Its Ameliga! (America)!" Native balled, squeezing America tighter. Spanish dropped the bucket and threw her arms around America and Native, feeling a relief come over her.
"Where am I? Did I die? Or am in a dream?" America asked, wiping her tears and looking at her parents.

"I'm afraid so.... Death picked you, even though it wasn't time..." Native said, grabbed the dead flower from the ground, she examined it and closed her palms over it. When she did, its brown petals started turning white again and the black dots turned red, Native put the flower in America's hair and smiled, tears threating to fall form her face again.

"My darling look at you! You are so big! You got your wings! My baby, I'm so proud of you!" Native said again, clinging onto Spanish Empires arm instead of hugging America to death "Look at this beautiful young woman we made!" Native said to Spanish, patting Spanish Empires shoulder. 

"So this means Britain did kill me...." America said, looking at her legs, which seemed light and weightless. "If I have the chance ever, I swear I'm going to tear that man apart piece by piece." Spanish Empire said, clenching her fist and growling. "Sweetie calm down, America dear, follow me."
Native said, turning around and walking away from the garden. America followed behind her, she quickly dived for Natives hand and smiled, it brought back memory's from when she was a kid. Soon she saw this area that was almost like a pool standing up. America almost flipped when she was Japanese Empire and Fascist Italy, both girls where giggling like they were little girls again.

"Personally I think Italy is doing a good job on his dream restaurant, Japan is the one causing problems with Australia." Fascist Italy said, pushing J.E Lightly. "Japan is only bugging her girlfriend, also, I though you said that you hated Italy's idea for a restaurant." J.E said, glaring at F.I. "Can a woman change her mind?" F.I said, turning and putting her hands on her hips.