Past-Part Fills Part 7
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Past-Part Fills Part Seven
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She was special, there was no questioning this. Carefully picking her up and holding her close, England could tell that she was not a normal infant. There was a sort of power to her, something which drew him to her the way he'd been drawn to America so many years ago. It was a sense that Their Kind had, that let them recognize one another for who they were.
Yes, his little girl was most certainly a representation of something. She could not be called a nation. She was born of America, and he most certainly was not a nation. It stood to reason that she would be the representation of one of the colonies that made up America.
Why Virginia, though? As he rocked the newborn in his arms, England tried to think of what it was that spurred him to give her that name. He supposed it was because she was America's firstborn, just as the colony of Virginia was the first one founded in the New World. There was more to it than that, though. When he looked at the little girl, he simply knew who she was. It was no different than when he saw the innocent, blond-haired, blue-eyed child running through an open meadow and knew him at once to be America. Everything about his daughter, from her pale blue eyes to her calm demeanor, seemed to embody everything that was the colony of Virginia.
The baby yawned and began to drift off to sleep. England found himself overwhelmed by another memory from so long ago, when he held an America who was just as young and sleepy in his arms. The little boy was so sweet and happy, always smiling at the sight of his beloved older brother England. But then the memories began to shift, and the darling child was replace with a scowling young man, who wore a uniform of his own design and screamed obscenities, as rain and battle raged around them...
England jerked, startling Virginia awake. No, he thought, as he worked to lull her back to sleep. That is over and done with. America is back, and we can start again.
Virginia began to drift off again, without protest. She was such a good baby, so nice and quiet. He had a feeling she would be a well-behaved child when she grew up. He would work hard to be sure of it. The same for America. They would grow up to be proper Englishmen and women. He would dress them in fine clothes and take them back to his home to meet the queen and show off how respectable his new family was.
But that would all be for the future. For now, he was determined to enjoy the love and innocence of those he had.
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