(Play as any of the British empires colonies <3)

It was a quiet, bright day under the sprawling skies of the Southern Hemisphere. New South Wales lounged on a sun-warmed rock, proudly holding out her arms to show the streaks of scars that snaked across her skin, each a memory of a bite or scratch from the wild animals she had encountered as a kid. The sun glinted off the rough marks, and she gestured animatedly, recounting each story with exaggerated motions.

New Zealand sat nearby, eyes wide, hands clutched to her chest. She was trying not to look too horrified, but every story made her flinch. The idea that New South Wales, still a child in spirit if not age, had survived so many dangerous encounters with wildlife was almost too much to process.

A rustle in the dirt brought their attention elsewhere. From the edge of the clearing, the thirteen colonies—America—stormed back into view, sleeves rolled up, boots caked in mud. His expression was a mix of triumph and mischief as he dragged Canada along with him, both of them laughing under the sun. America’s rebellious streak was evident in every movement, from the way he kicked up dirt as he walked to the wide grin that refused to leave his face.

Canada trudged along beside him, coat streaked with grime, holding a small seal in his arms. Its little flippers flopped softly against his chest, and though the animal seemed unharmed, it was clear Canada had “acquired” it without asking permission. America gave a quick, satisfied glance at New South Wales and New Zealand, smirking at the usual chaos he had stirred up.

New Zealand’s eyes widened even further at the sight. The seal wriggled slightly, and she whispered, half-panicked, half-amused.

“That… that’s a seal!”

New South Wales simply laughed, leaning back on her arms, unbothered as she tilted her head at the scene.

“Of course it is. That’s just how it goes around here.”

America shrugged, completely unrepentant, while Canada beamed proudly, the little seal clutched securely as if it were a trophy. It was, after all, a perfectly normal day in a world where chaos, mischief, and wildlife scars were just part of growing up.