4 Stories, 4 lives, 1 Family.

5. Canada and America

France and England were standing at the round table having a heated argument. The 13 year old 13 Colonies sat by England's side. She was trying to calm him down but he kept pushing her aside, ignoring everything she was saying to him.

 New France burst into the room and started screaming in a unknown language to the English folks. France answered back to her and tried calming her down, but it was no use. New France was dragged out by multiple generals as she screamed and flailed her arms. 
"Suppose you tell me what that was about?" England snarled at France, who in return rolled her eyes. "Territories and trauma. Lets just continue."

13 Colonies sat there thinking about the poor girl. She maintained her formation next to England but was mentally slouched. Could this poor girl be mentally disabled or spooked by something? The more she thought about it the more curious she became. 
"Permission to use the washroom?" She finally blurted out. England looked at her and groaned. "Fine go. If you try escaping again we both know what will happen." He muttered, sitting back down in his chair. 

13 Colonies exited the room and started looking around curiously. She searched in every room she could for the poor girl and eventually stumbled across her. She had her hands over her ears and was sobbing. 13 Colonies noticed a massive scar down her neck and little ones around it. "I believe your name is New France am I correct?" 13 Colonies asked, her Cherokee accent mixing with her perfect English. 

New France jumped and looked and turned her head towards 13 Colonies. "An English speaker, should have known" She mumbled to herself. "May I sit?" 13 Colonies asked, pointing to the empty spot next to New France.  New France nodded and 13 Colonies plopped down next to her. "Is there a reason you are crying?" 13 Colonies asked. She finally got a good look at the girl, she seemed around the age of 15. She had short red and white stripped hair and dark blue eyes. 
New France had a long ugly scar across her right eye that seemed old by the color of it, and her final feature was her torso, she seemed thin and frail and could be snapped like a twig.

"Trauma" New France finally answered. "I can understand that." 13 Colonies chuckled, she softly placed a hand on New France's shoulder, trying not to startle her.  "How can you understand? You English folk have it good." New France grumbled, her hand slowly went to a scar on her arm to cover it.

"I'm not English, I was born in the New World. I don't have many memories of anything but I do remember blood and bodies of two women. I remember screaming and sobbing and one word. 'America.' " 13 Colonies chuckled and looked at New France's face.  "Moose." was the only word New France said towards her.

The two girls sat in silence for a long time until New France spoke up. "Your hair is very pretty.." 13 Colonies put a hand on her braid. "Thank you... Yours is very pretty too." This left them both in silence again.  13 Colonies grabbed New France's hand and looked at her eyes. "Friends?"  New France looked up at 13 Colonies, she studied her for a second before smiling. "Friends!" 

The two girls chatted with eachother for a hour or so before they were interupted by the door opening. 13 Colonies slowley turned around and her face lost all color. "England I can explain-"
Englands face became red with rage and and marched over to her. "You leave for almost two HOURS saying you need to use the washroom and I find you mingling with the enemies territory?!" He roared in her face. England grabbed a fistfull of 13 Colonies hair and forced her to stand up.
New France was terrified and tried helping 13 Colonies but got her hand swatted away. 
"England I was trying to make sure she was okay!" 13 Colonies yelled in his face, trying to get him to let her go. 

France entered the room and grabbed New Frances arm, trying to get her away from the violent England. England grabbed 13 Colonies by the throat and lifted her in the air. "You are NOT to talk to me like that understood?" He said darkley, his clench around her throat becoming tighter. "Okay!" She howled, trying to take a breath but failing. "Okay what?!" He yelled in her face. "Okay sir!" 13 Colonies gasped.
New France watched from the corner with France, New France was horrified of what she was seeing.

England let 13 Colonies go and she dropped to the ground gasping for air, both of her hand went to her throat as if it would help with the pain. England turned towards France and put both hands behind his back. "Terribly sorry you had to see that. Shall we continue or call it a day and resume tomorrow?" He asked France slyly, standing in front of the gasping 13 Colonies. 

"I have seen enough today, we can continue tomorrow." France said, peering behind England to get a good look at 13 Colonies. "Fine by me" He answered, he turned around and looked down at the poor girl. "Stand up now." He hissed at her. 13 Colonies scurried to stand up, she stood next to him as they both left the building. 

France looked at New France and studied her. "Did either of them hurt you?" 
"No.. 13 Colonies was really nice though! We are friends now!" New France said excitedly. "She is trying to get into your head, trust me it's happen to me before." France shot back. France exited the room and left the shaking New France alone to her thoughts.   She noticed a green jewel on the ground and picked it up, discovering it had a chain around it. The chain was broken and the jewel was wrapped with silver lining. It was a beautiful thing. 

New France put it around her neck and tied the chain in the back. She walked out of the room and started looking around for France, the only thing on her mind was her new friend.

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