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1,000 Years

Chapter 2

"Oh...My...God!" America said breathlessly. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. On top of that hill where Jamie led him was, well, gorgeous. Unlike the rest of the world, this place was filled with green. Green leaves on perfectly healthy trees, green grass, green bushes. Flowers sprang up everywhere, and there were even a few animals and bugs here and there.

America looked down at Jamie. "So, where is this girl?"

Jamie shrugged. He sat down and called out, "Hey! It's me again! Remember? It's me, Jamie!"

From the trees in front of the two boys came a young girl. She looked to be about 16. The girl had bright blue eyes filled with excitement, bouncy blonde hair that reached just a little below her chin, and fair skin. She ran over to Jamie and gave him a hug. "Hiya Jamie!"

"Hello Amelia." Jamie said quietly. He grinned and looked at America. "This is Mr. America, he takes care of me."

Amelia stood up and looked at America, clearly confused. He returned the look. The two looked nearly the same, except for the scars on America. Plus, there were two small, red stars in Amelia's eyes. "America? But, that's my name. I mean, my other name."

"What do you mean 'other name'?" America asked suspiciously.

"It's my country name." Amelia answered. She touched her head. "Wait, how do I know that?"

"Country name? But I'm the personification of America."

"Well there can't be two of us, can there?" Amelia said. "I'm pretty darn sure you only need one, and that one is me."

America frowned. "How would you know that? Besides, I've been here longer."

"Oh really?"

"Yes."

"Prove it."

America huffed. "Look, I shouldn't have to explain this to you."

"So you admit it; you're NOT America!" Amelia said.

"U-Um, excuse me." America and Amelia looked down at Jamie, who was staring up at them, clearly confused. "What are you two fighting about?"

"Something very silly." America said.

"Yeah, it's not important." Amelia said.

Jamie continued to stare at them, not really believing them.

Amelia pouted. "Ya know, it really isn't fair when you look at me with those eyes." She sat down next to the small boy. "See, there are these people who are pretty much personifications of countries. Your pal here," Amelia pointed to America, "Is apparently America."

Jamie nodded, "I know that that's his name."

"No no no, you don't understand. It's not just his name. It's what he is. He is the country, I guess." Amelia said.

"Oh. What were you fighting about?" Jamie asked.

"There's only ever one personification for each country. Usually. Amelia says she's America." America said.

Jamie looked down, contemplating this. "Maybe your both America."

"But that's impossible!" Amelia said.

"The idea that people are countries seems a little impossible too, but since you two are here, I guess it isn't." Jamie pointed out.

For a few moments, everything was silent except for the sounds of crickets and other nocturnal animals.

America spoke up. "The only thing that bothers me is if there's a new personification, then either I'm no longer a country or there's a new people." He looked at Amelia's star eyes. "And I'm guessing it's the latter."