Saint Andreas

A small country formed when the California Fault broke the state in two. Saint Andreas was born days after, before being found by America. She was raised by him, Canada, and England. Took the loyal trait from America. Took the shy trait from Canada. Took the polite trait from England. After eight years of caring for her, she pulled her way into a body of a twenty one year old. She grew to be five foot eleven. Her hair grows down to her knees, though she hates it. Her hair is a dark brown, and she pulls it up to a ponytail. She has turquoise eyes. She has a light dash of freckles on her cheeks and nose. She wears black jeans, purple books that come to her knees, a purple and white T-Shirt with a black trench coat running down to her thighs.

The meeting was in order. Saint Andreas had just fought for her freedom from America. Though she loved her brother dearly, she couldn't stand being under his control any longer. Most of the countries in the world were called to this meeting, declaring her new bound freedom. She hated this part the most, though hitting America with a gun wasn't the most delightful either. All eyes were on her causing her to squirm under the pressure.

"We're here today..." America stood in front of the group of countries. His hand was gripping the shoulder she had shot just months earlier. It left more emotional scars on him than physical. "To announce Saint Andreas victory over my country." America's happy, outgoing tone was shadowed by embarrassment knowing that his younger sister had defeated him her fight for freedom.

Saint Andreas stood up, not wanting to look Canada, England or America in the eyes. He was such a sweet, lovely older brother, how could she have shot him? Let alone even thought about leaving him? She shook her head before glancing at the group of country's looking at her. Some showed their approval, others seemed to envy her.

"Em..." She gave a small whisper to America. "'Merica, you can call me Andrea." She gave a slight whimper before sitting down next to China. She covered her eye with one of her hands. She felt terrible, leaving America, taking some of his own country as her own. She couldn't help it though, there was no reason she would ever be called 'America's spawn' again.

The rest of the meeting went smoothly. She attempted to tune out everyone, and, like at most meetings, she said the bare minimum. Nothing much was directed at her, and America was a bit too quiet for her liking. Especially because he was sitting beside her. She leaned her elbows on the table and prayed the meeting would be over soon.

For once somebody listened to her.

The meeting closed to an end without any questions being directed at her. She sighed; standing up she found herself face to face with a emerald eye. Andrea backed up, afraid for a blow England throw at her. Instead he gripped her shoulders and pulled her body close to his.

A hug.

He pushed her away from him before smiling at her. "I'm so proud of you." He pulled her back for another hug. She rested her head on his shoulder, remembering how many of his colonies left him. How could he be proud of her for putting the same type of torment on America.

"Y-you are?" She shyly asked him. She could feel blockage in her throat, but she was an independent country now. There was no room for crying. Still, she clasped her arms on his neck and gasped for air.

"Of course. You're so strong. You're going to do great as your own country." She felt it coming now. As when she was a child, she covered her face in his shoulder. Tears ran down her face, into the green of his jacket. "Hey. Hey. It's okay. You're scared, I know." He ran his arm along her coat.

She pulled back. He was cooing her, as he had when she was a child. She was her own country now. She didn't need him, never would she need him. Though he was comforting, she pulled off and went to look for Canada.

She found him only a few minutes later. He looked at her before looking down, his glasses giving off a reflection that not only showed when he was truly upset. Andrea placed a hand on his shoulder. He lifted his blue eyes to look at her. She shrugged her shoulders up to her ears as he looked at her.

"I can't believe you." He looked her in the eye. Andrea was desperate to look away, but he was locked in. "How could you do that to your own brother?!" He raised his voice higher than usual. She had to put her hands in her pockets to keep them from shaking.

"I-I," Andrea stammered, looking for the right words but just not finding them. "I didn't want to be part of him anymore." She quietly answered.

"I don't care Andrea." He growled. Canada tossed his head to the side before looking off. He hated her now, but she'd have to get him to understand it but first, she needed to find America.

She wandered the empty halls of the conference building. America had to be somewhere, he wouldn't wander off would he? She sprinted around the halls, not being able to stop herself. She needed to find him, no matter what it takes.

Andrea skidding around the corner to find him. His hair was more ruffled than usual, and his coat was wrapped around his shoulders. America turned to find her, looking more upset than usual. She took a couple steps toward him before he turned away.

"I gotta go. See you tomorrow." America called before walking off. Andrea was tempted to follow, but there was no reason to attempt. He wouldn't speak to her anyway. She turned and walked away, knowing that there was no chance her brother would look at her the same way again.