Secrets At The Academy (America x Reader)

The FREAKING Truth is Revealed

This is picking up where The Accident left off.

"My name's Nike." Ellie said. Diandra shook her head. "No, your name is Ellie." "My name is Nike. I think I know my own name." Ellie asserted. That was when Matthew, who was asleep, woke up. "Ellie! You're awake!" Matthew whisper shouted, running over. "Why're you calling me Ellie? I'm Ni- AHH!" All of a sudden, Ellie grabbed her head in pain. Her form flickered, turning into two different people. One was Ellie. The other had icy blue hair with white snowflakes in it. She wore a large cobalt blue sweater and black sweatpants with black snow boots. The only thing that was similar were her glasses. Then the door burst open. Both flickering versions opened their eyes, heads still in their hands. One had Ellie's gray eyes, and the other had icy blue eyes with white snowflake pupils. "Autumn." Ellie said. "Victoria." The other version said at the same time. The girl who entered looked like the girl from your dream, the one with blonde hair shaved on one side and green glasses. She wore a black tank top and black shorts with white tennis shoes. Following her was a shorter girl with short brown hair that was dyed purple and up in a small ponytail. She wore a light pink cardigan over a light green tank top and light green capris and light pink shoes. Melody." Ellie said as the other version said, "Tyche." "You two might want to get back." Autumn/Victoria said, pulling out a spell book. "Let us do our work." Melody/Tyche told you, pulling a wand out of her cardigan. They started chanting something in Latin synonymously. There was a flash of light. You closed your eyes. Memories flashed through your brain. Of being found by Spain, of gaining independence, of losing Texas, California, and several other soon to be states to America, fighting in wars, and finding a young colony in the clutches of a scientist who did experiments on her.

You remembered being Mexico.

You opened your eyes and looked in amazement as you recognized Diandra as Narnia. She looked different too. She had the same blonde hair, but she was dressed like she was from the past. (Basically how Narnians dress) You had changed too. Now, you were tan (if you weren't already) and had black hair. (if you didn't already) The only part of you that was still the same was the color of your eyes. You traditional Mexican clothing (I don't know how to describe it okay) and you had... a curl. It was like Feli's (or Italy, you know who he is now) but it was lower and a little less noticeable. You watched Ellie's two forms, human and country, turn into the country form. She blinked. "VICTORIA!" She yelled, hugging her older sister. Nike was crying, something no one had ever seen. "I thought you were dead!" Nike sobbed. "Suoer, calm down. It's okay. I can't die forever." Victoria assured. "Tyche!" Nike latched onto her younger sister. After a heartfelt reunion, Nike detached from Tyche. "Are the capitals okay?" She asked. Victoria laughed. "Okay? They're better than okay! They went through puberty!" Victoria stepped outside and ushered three boys inside. The tallest was introduced as New Linkton (5'4"), the capital of Victoria. His human name was Link. The second biggest was Snowflake City (5'2"), or Mike. He was the capital of Nike. The shortest (at about 5' 0'') was Flowocity, or Andrew. He was the capital of Tyche. (New Link-ton, Snow-flake City, Fl-ow-aw-city) You were so happy for your friend. She had her family back! Well, mostly. "S-So, the truth is pretty much o-out there, oui?" Canada, or Matthew, asked. "Yeah, pretty much." Nike said, looking at him. You smiled as well. "Nothing to explain." You said happily. Everything was pretty much great after that. Everyone went home. You had a HUGE mound of paperwork to do, so that bummed you out a little. But hey, you still had time for Narnia and Nike. You especially hung out with America, or Alfred, who you had a huge crush on. So life was good. Hey guys, welcome to the end of Secrets At the Academy! Thank you all for sticking with us until the end. Funny thing is, not even my editor knew whose POV the last part of Nike's Past was. However, this is the end of the story. Sorry guys, we still love ya! Don't forget to check out any more stories from me or FreelanceEditor99! Remember, eat butter, yell PASTA and stay weird, mi amigos!