Nature always smelled wonderful in rain; pure and fresh. America really had to remind herself to thank her daughter for having a house in the mountains. 

As you may know, it was raining, and the trees were drenched in the falling water, its leaves letting the unlucky ones at a wrong end fall to the ground. America was sitting outside under the patio, a steaming cup of tea in hand as she watched the workings of Mother Nature, all while her daughter played the piano inside, candles lit. In the distance, America watched the troubled spirits who came with her, and even the spirits of the region, dance in the rain, smiling and laughing amongst each other.

It truly was a paradise.

Oregon was known for its raining seasons, so America's daughter, Fleur, always wore anything long-sleeved, dress or shirt. However, like it was for America right now, Fleur loved the rain, and always plays any instrument she can grab to go along with the forces of nature.

"Mother?" Fleur looked at America through the large window nearby, still playing the piano. America smiled at her.

"Yes dear?"

"How are they?"

Although she was unable to see them, Fleur was aware of the existence of the spirits of the dead and of nature, as they would often come into her home and turn it upside down. However Fleur, being the calm and patient person she was, forgave them every time.

America smiled when a ghost child came near her, begging to be held. Picking her up, she nodded. "Yes, this place makes them happy. You make them happy my dear."

Fleur smiled kindly.

~~~

1848. Ten human years after the birth of Iowa. Now, the horse rider and mountain rancher Fleur Jones/Kirkland, also known as Oregon, was born.

Because of her land being shared by both the U.S. and Britain, it would make sense that Arthur would be her father. Fleur also appeared like a female version of Bernard, except she was more emotionally stable and possesses bright green eyes, although she has his dark blonde hair and strong built. While muscular, Fleur didn't mind wearing either dresses or pants, as long as they were comfortable and simple.

She loved simple things, including for her house and horses.

Due to being the target of the Oregon trail, Fleur enjoys riding horses and wagons, and developed her love for doing these things. She also loved nature and plays all kinds of instruments when a wonderful time to play them comes along.

"Music makes the sound of nature so much more exotic, and awe-inspiring, so I always feel like I'm a part of a different world every time I play with nature in the background."

Her father should be proud of her, that's for certain.

Her music also brought in the spirits of the dead, who would dance to her tones in whatever environment they were in. America learned they loved to hear her play because it helps "calm them", "make them feel at peace", and even "free". When Fleur heard of this, she was smiling for hours.

Just knowing that she was helping pained souls was enough to make her happy.

And even America as well.

Oh, and before I forget guys, check out my new one-shot "Baby Mine (Father!England x Baby!Virginia)" which serves as a slight companion to America the Beautiful. I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it to the best of my ability!