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Colony to Superpower

Colonial America travels to the future and meets his future self, requested by RattusDomestica

Colonial America's POV

January 1, 1700

It was the first day of the new century. I was so excited. The beginning of a new century was always a fun thing to experience. It represented the end of one era, and the start of a new one. It was a tradition in my family to celebrate lasting a new century, especially for Uncle Wales and Cornwall, who had dragged Uncle Ireland and Uncle Scotland off somewhere to get drunk and celebrate surviving another century as nationless personifications.

England and Britain, meanwhile, were celebrating us, the fact that their kids had lasted this long. They were celebrating my 96th birthday soon. Or so they thought. I didn't have the heart to tell them I was 114. Besides, me talking or thinking about my time before Jamestown was wrong, according to England, and England did know what was best.

'Not all the time.'

Yes he did. Doubting that just made my head hurt, and made everyone mad at me. It was always better to just listen more often than not. Like now. England had asked me to find my uncles and bring them back home. England said that he and Uncle Ireland had plans, and needed to talk. That's why I was now outside of the house of Cornwall, nervously waiting for someone to answer the door.

"It's American Colonies-America. I'm here for my uncles." I called out nervously.

"We are coming, do not worry America!" I heard Uncle Ireland call as the door opened, revealing him, looking slightly ragged. He probably got really drunk or something. England said that was one of the few things that my uncle was good at.

"England says you and him have plans you are late for, so he's most eager to have you home." I told Uncle Ireland, who's eyes widened.

"Oh, thank you for telling me." He said. I nodded, and shifted my feet awkwardly. Uncle Ireland definitely noticed this, and decided that the best course of action was to pick me up and put me on his shoulders.

'We're so tall now!'

'We're taller than England and Union! Do you think they will play with us if we pretend we are as tall as them?'

"Do not worry America. I will be fine." He said, turning up to look at me, patting my leg. I smiled back, and we waited for the rest of my uncles to come out, and I smiled as I saw that Uncle Wales was half asleep on Uncle Scotland's back, purring up a storm.

'Do you think he and England would give us permission to sleep in his nest at some point. He looks so cozy in it and maybe that would help us with our issues falling asleep.'

'We can't ask England for that reason. He thinks he fixed that problem and we shouldn't be continuing to make a fuss over something minor that we realllyb should have fixed.'

"Your uncle doesn't feel like waking up because he's a lazy bum." Uncle Scotland said, prompting Uncle Wales to whack him with his tail, opening his vivid green eyes to sleepily glare at him.

"M'tir'd" He slurred out, and I smiled. Uncle Ireland reached out to scratch at Uncle Wales's ear, prompting his eyes to close again as his purring increased in volume.

"Isn't your uncle adorable mac?" Uncle Ireland said. I laughed.

"Uncle Irela-" I began, wanting to tell my uncle for the thousandth time that my name wasn't Mac, but I was suddenly cut off by a bright light. I squeezed my eyes shut as a strange feeling came over my body, and I felt myself hit the ground. When I opened my eyes again, I wasn't with my uncles anymore. I was alone, outside of a big house that I didn't recognize.