Hetalia: The Magic Almanac- The Novelization

Origin Part 2- Chapter 3: Bearer of the Almanac

The Almanac illuminated as brightly as it can once again, and Mary saw someone's arm come out of the pages. Soon enough, another country came out of the Almanac and stepped foot in Mary's room. 

"Oh Dear...how long has it been?" he said to himself, 

"Check it out, Britian!" America said, "I got myself a new little sister!" 

"That's not what I mean, America. How long has it been since the almanac was bloody closed?!"

"I ain't sure because I sure didn't exist back in those days!" 

Mary approached Britian and tugged his sleeve. He turned around and saw that there was no more Horatio or his father, but now stands a little girl. 

"Oh, why hello there!" England said, kneeling down to Mary's height, "Are you the one who found the Almanac?" 

Mary nodded. "You're Mr. England!" She exclaimed out of nowhere. 

"Well! How did you know?" 

"Long story, my dude," America interrupted. "She thinks we're on television or something."

"Now listen closely, my child. From what it seems, you're the new Bearer of the Almanac!" 

"Huh?" 

"Well, if you have your hands on this very Almanac, you are the Bearer of the Almanac. Simple, right?" 

"What happened to the old one?" 

"Oh dear...It's a very long story. From what I remember, someone very mean didn't like us and kept us in the Almanac until you came and opened it up. I can't remember how long it has been, and I can't imagine what the Almanac has gone through over these years!" 

"A wafflehanger!" 

"Well, I suppose if that's what you want to call old Horatio, the Bearer of the Almanac before you. Perhaps we can meet your parents and tell them the news?"

"They're not here, Mr. England."

"Oh? Why is that?" 

"They're at work, and their boss is a really mean wafflehanger! They don't come home until almost my bedtime." 

"Deary me! That sounds really terrible, never getting to see your parents! I hope we can meet them one day..." 

Mary felt something drop in her heart. She remembered that her parents can be very overprotective of her, especially when meeting a new friend or two. "I'm not sure if Mama or Papa would believe in you, though."

"Why?"

"They tell me to not talk to strangers." 

"Ah, I see. They want you to be safe and sound, dearie. They wouldn't like it if you were gone all of a sudden, no? They'll find out one of these days, with all of the friends you'll meet on your way. Back on topic for you, once everyone is here, we can begin the ceremony!" 

Mary's eyes widened in excitement. "A ceremony?!" 

England nodded. "Indeed, my child. Well, we really didn't have a ceremony for old Horatio, but now since you have opened up the Almanac after so long, it's going to be like you're becoming a little princess!" 

Mary squeaked out of mere excitement. Was she really going to become a blue-blood? She'll find out pretty soon...