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Back story of Bealana:
Bealana is a island country claimed by America until the US couldn't help the country any longer due to its own problems. After some hard thought, America reluctantly let Bealana be independent.
It's history is quite amusing. Due to it being a new territory in 1882, U.K. And USA fought over it for a while. The US won in 1899, although the country had no quarrel with England (which English people visit the island very frequently), because the natives love peace.
However, in 1942 the people of England, for reasons unknown, stopped visiting Bealana. Rumors arose during our investigation on this matter: some say the US threatened them, while others say the natives "tried to eat them". Many more rumors are spread, but those are the most interesting and most told.
The climate of Bealana is not very island-y at all. It gets all 4 seasons and is typically balanced. The oceans are a pretty light blue during the early summer before turning back into dark water.
In winter, it typically goes down to 10° F.
In summer, on the hottest days it usually goes up to 95°
The humidity is surprisingly low.
The economy is fair, not ideal but great for a new country. Most likely from all the support from America.
The official language is Old English, however most natives don't speak it to each other. Instead, they speak English or American English.
Citizens (stereotypical) are:
Kind: 5/10
Greedy: 4/10
Smart: 7/10
Manipulative: 5/10
Peaceful: 6/10
Tranquility: 2/10
Cheerful: 6/10
Nice place to live overall. Clean water, food sources, nice landscape.
Age of country: 117 (very, very young for a country!)
Human age: 17
Human name: Beatrice ________(need to think of one)
*ok backstory of America leaving Bealana.*
Me and America are chill-axing in my room, like always when he comes to visit (which is about twice a month, plus calls. That's a lot for a country!) I love my laid-back, but loud big brother.
"Hey dude, Bealana? I, um, love hanging out with you and visiting and all, but dude, I came here to discuss some very important stuff."
Whut?
Now that I think about it, ever since he came to visit, he has been a little on-edge.
I get up from my lazy- comfy position green Cotten chair (really comfy btw, I sleep on it a lot. Mostly while doing the damn homework England and America makes me do. But I forgive England cause he got me this chair).
I sit slumped in my chair, faking being bored with a grin on my face.
"No, bro, this really is serious."
What does he mean? He is actually going to be serious? I mean, I heard of some issues going on but if it has gotten this serious..
I sit up straight in my chair, concerned.
"Bealana, I'm going to have to stop visiting you for a while. There are so many things wrong in my country I have to focus on, and I can't afford to visit you anymore. With the lame G8 meetings, terrorist attacks, health care issues, riots and more. If I visit you once, I will throw my entire schedule off, setting my country off. I'm really sorry bro."
W-what?! No!
I tried to imagine going without Americas protection and support.
It doesn't end well..
"B-but what about the other countries? I'm not very big! I could die and-"
"Woah dude, chillax! Listen, I gave it some thought and I realized something: you are pretty independent on your own. You had lots of guidance from me and That Limey, England. You'll do fine. Better even. Believe in yourself. How do you think I became independent?! I stood up for my rights by fighting like the hero I am!"
Oh God. He was trying to lighten the mood, but I won't see America again for a long time. And I'll be going completely independent. I think I'll be sick..
"So, when will I see you? Again?"
"I..I don't know. Not for years. Maybe decades. I will miss you little sis."
I tackle hugged him, even tho I pushed down the chair he was sitting in in the process.
"I'll miss you. I understand America."
"And one more thing, Bealana. I got you an allie. A weak one, but any allie is a good one!"
An allie? Thank god! Now I have 3! America, England and whoever this was.
"It's... Um... Sealand."
I pulled back and looked at him with a face mixed with sadness, shame and anger.
S-sealand?! Of all the allies-
"Yeah I know he is weak, but you need someone to talk to while I'm not around! He can relate to you, become friends! He said he can visit next week!"
*sigh*
"I-I hope your country gets better fast, America. Call me, ok?"
"I will. Stay strong lil sis."
*************some time later, in dream land**********************
Click!
The photo snaps of a 9 year old (in human years) of you and America.
"Tehehehe~! Selfie!" You giggle at Americas silly face, then you look at your smiling, front- teeth-less grin.
"Amazing! Hey dude... Look at that!"
You closely look where America is pointing in the pic.
"Hey! It's Engwand!" You joke, remembering England telling you an embarrassing story of America.
He ignores your comment and instead pulls you toward the unsuspecting brit.
You three painfully crash into each other.
"Ow, you gits! How dare you-" he stops as soon as he realizes it's you and America.
"Tsk, what do you two want?", Hiding his amusement.
Arthur loves little kids (it's yours and his little secret now ).
"Candy shop!!" You squeal and grab their hands.
Although the Brit and American don't get along all the time, they both love you.
"Candy shop!!" America yells back!
England was to embarrassed to say anything.
So basically, you have two guys. In between is a child. Two of them is yelling "CANDY!!!" And the other is as red as an apple.
"Can you both please stop yelling?! I'm going to need a drink after this.."
Isn't it nice visiting London?
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I open my eyes with a smile on my face. Birds chirping, sun in my eyes.
I remember that day, walking into CandyLand while watching England yell at America to not buy everything, "You git!"
My smile fades as I remember what happened yesterday.
America left. I-I'm independent!!
Well... What do I do first?
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