*Requested by Konataya*
America is now an adult, though still in colony mode. She seemed really weak lately as well, as she would sometimes crash into things, stumble over thin air, and overall appear dead tired. Canada didn't realize these were symptoms of something he wasn't expecting now, but when his sister collapsed, he knew he had to check.
America's son, West Virginia, knelt by his unconscious mother and placed his fingers on her abdomen, moving around and gently pushing down. When he was done, he looked up at his uncle, a sad but happy smile on his face.
"This is when Mother first became pregnant."
Canada sucked in a breath, unsure of why this surprised him. "With Virginia?"
West Virginia's smile faded into a sad frown. "No, with someone before Virginia."
This confused Canada until months later when America gave birth to a baby girl.
Canada had been checking on America when he saw her womb glowing blue. He stood there, unable to move, and the light exploded, revealing the silhouette of a girl with long, messy hair, a slim figure, and a dress on before she faded into a baby, which then rested itself into America's arms.
The child was clearly not Virginia, as the latter's hair was silky, but this child's hair was messy (like England's), and when she opened her eyes, her eyes were sky blue, America's eyes.
Who was this child?
Just then, America woke to the infant snuggling against her, and looking down, she shot right up, close to dropping the bundle. The suddeness of the movement startled the baby, who began to whimper. Calming down quickly, America gently rocked the child. Soon enough, the bundle silenced.
"Who is that child?" Canada asked Virginia, who also was watching the scene with a sad expression.
"I suppose I shouldn't be surprised you don't know," she began, bringing her uncle out of the room. "That is the Lost Colony of Roanoke, my older sister, Lily."
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It was amazing how everyone seemed to forget about the Lost Colony of Roanoke, and Canada wondered why America never talked about Roanoke, or Lily as she's mostly called.
It should've been pretty obvious to him. The disappearance of her child was not something she could even talk about without emotionally shutting down.
That day happened not too long after the girl's birth.
Canada had brought America to her old colony home the day before, and now that he, Italy, Japan, and even Germany were coming to visit her, all they could see was a hysterical and sobbing America, who was searching every thing she came across with the pace of a madwoman. Cuts and bruises covered her skin, but she didn't seem to care. Her face was swollen with tears, and her dress was torn in various places.
It had been a few days since Roanoke's birth, and Canada realized what this meant.
This had been the time when Roanoke disappeared, never to be seen or heard from again. Now, the North American nation could only begin to wonder about the heartbreak and confusion that his sister was feeling right now.
So, not knowing what else to do without making things worse, the four nations stayed where they were, watching as the heartbroken America searched everything she went by to no avail, until she finally drove herself to exhaustion and collapsed to the ground, unconscious.
They took her inside and put her to bed, deciding to come back the next day to check on her.
"Vhat happened to Roanoke?" Germany asked once they were far away enough. He was one of the many nations who were not aware of the existence of the first colony, not that Canada could hold it against him.
He told them what he knew, and by then Germany, Italy, and even Japan were clearly horrified.
"Ve~ What happened to the colonists?" Italy asked, the confusion in his face mixing with horror.
Canada went with the only answer he knew, one that offered more questions than answers. "That's just the thing. No one knows. The only thing search parties found at the scene was the word "Croatoan", which was carved in the fence post, but other than that there was no sign of a struggle or a hurried departure. Unfortunately the search parties were unable to continue searching because of storms."
"What about America?" Italy then asked.
"I assume she was away during that time, and she left Lily in the care of her maids, but when she came back, they were gone, both Lily and the maids. I doubt we're going to get a full answer out of her though."
They wouldn't come close to understanding the grief of a mother who lost her child. A few of America's children considered against talking to their mother about the event.
"Trust me gentlemen, so many of us tried to talk to Mother about the event of my older sister, but every time, Mother would get extremely angry--so unlike her if I might add--and forbid us to ever mention it again," said Virginia sadly. "I can't say that I blame her, but, like you, I wish to know what happened to Lily when the colonists disappeared without a trace."
What happened to the Lost Colony of Roanoke remains a mystery to this day, and even still, there's only one person who may now the truth, and that was America, but how could they get her to talk when she doesn't want to?
I'm not kidding about the mystery of the disappearances of the Roanoke colonists. I'm not sure if we'll ever find an answer for their disappearance, but I sure would like to find out.