A/N: So sorry I could not post this chapter last weekend DX Something really big came up in my family.

Anyways, this is the epilogue, I found it fitting to end with Jamestown. I will probably write a sequel - most likely titled 1607 - featuring America's story from the founding of Jamestown to when England adopts him as a little brother; keep your eye out for it. Please note that I am currently writing another piece, Liberty Boys, about America and the founding fathers in the years leading up to the Revolutionary War, and likely will not start on 1607 until I have finished my current story. Also, I believe in writing the entire story before posting it, so you might not see it for some time (however when you do see it, you can rest assured that the chapters will be fully edited and posted consistently every weekend).

So now, I present the final chapter…

"The Lost Colonist"

He was not always the United States of America, or even the American Colonies. Once, he was just Alfred F. Jones, a little boy from the Lost Colony of Roanoke…

The Epilogue

Croatoan Island

April 1607

After not aging for seventeen years, it was inevitable that the Croatoans would discover what Alfred was; they had taken to calling him 'New World' and 'America' now, treating the toddler with the same respect they did Manteo.

Personally, the Kiwasa preferred to be treated as a boy of the age he appeared, rather than an immortal being; he often sought refuge away from such overly respectful behavior and stifling expectations in the woods that surrounded the village. It was not purposeful, but the way the people of the tribe would differ to him in so many of the choices they faced, from small domestic matters to large important decisions concerning the entire village, made the blue-eyed boy feel as though they were constantly expecting some sort of profound and mature insight.

No one was alarmed when the boy ran into the woods: despite his small size, Alfred could handle himself, and even if he could not, the animals were friends with him as they were with all the Kiwasa of their native land. But the boy had been gone for three days now, and Manteo had become worried enough to go looking for him.

The Croatoan finally found the boy on the beach situated at the northernmost tip of the island, facing out towards the water. His determined gaze extended northeast over the blue expanse to meet the horizon in the distance, directed at an unknown target too far away to see.

"The tribe's worried about you," Manteo spoke in his native Algonquin language.

"I didn't mean to make them worry," Alfred's grammar and vocabulary remained impeccable, and he had become far less formal and much more relaxed. His accent had greatly improved as well: it was far easier on the ears, though still incredibly strange to those not used to hearing it.

The boy was quick to turn his gaze back to the water, however: the sunrise quickly stole the boy's attention away from the American Indian standing at his side.

"I want to bottle it up," he said, directing a bright grin at the Croatoan. "The sunrise, I want to capture all of the colors."

"And I imagine you will do so one day," the other replied.

"But can you picture it?" he continued, "it would be a glass bottle, or a box of some sort, and you'd look inside and see this glowing yellow half-circle–"

"Semicircle," the man corrected him.

"A glowing yellow semicircle, then. With yellow and orange and red, and the pinkish-violet, you can't forget that," he was rambling now, but Manteo found the rambles rather interesting and let him continue. "Just…pure color. Like the paints, I think that's what they're called. The things that European artists use to capture images, or the dyes that you all use to make designs."

"Knowing you, you'll likely find a way to do it," he spoke with the encouraging amusement of an elder indulging a child's fanciful desires, and though the boy did not look at him, he could tell there was an incredibly wide grin on his face at that comment.

A moment of silence passed between them, just watching the sunrise, before Alfred broke it.

"How're the Europeans doing?"

None of the traders and envoys from other tribes could take the young boy seriously, and telling anyone outside of the tribe about what he really was could endanger him, so the task of gathering information about the other European colonies was left to Manteo.

"Not much has happened."

The boy frowned. "Do you know if anything big is going to happen?" he then asked, directing a thoughtful gaze out towards the water.

"Such as?"

"I don't know," he said in a slightly winy tone, shrugging, "What about anything occurring around the Chesapeake?"

"Why the Chesapeake, in particular?"

The boy paused, trying to find the right way to answer the question.

"Have you ever felt a need to be somewhere? Because I do, I feel this…it's like…energy, that's it. Energy buzzing around me. And it gets sharper at the mere thought of the Chesapeake."

It became much clearer to the native now: he had felt such 'energy' himself, a precursor to important events in his tribe's history, like a call that guided him to where those events were going to take place. It was an invigorating feeling that had forced him out of the village to simply be able to enjoy the rush and euphoria it created.

Suddenly, the boy jumped to his feet with a wide grin. "It's so exciting! I just have to go there and see what's happening, what's going to happen…

"You'll take me there, won't you, Manny?" He sobered once more, his facial expression becoming a combination of a frown and a pout as he looked up at the Croatoan with pleading eyes.

The man just smiled, knowing it was impossible to say no to such a face. The young Kiwasa could be quite persuasive (manipulative?) when he wanted to be. "You likely won't be able to return for a long time, but yes, I can arrange for you to stay with the Powhatan tribe. Matoaka has expressed some interest in meeting you."

His eyes lit up, and Manteo abruptly found himself bowled over by a small bundle of blonde hair and blue eyes.

"Thank you, Manny!"

The boy's gratitude did not need to be voiced, Alfred wore his emotions plainly on his face, and the gratitude was apparent and plentiful enough in his expression alone.

"I knew you'd understand: I need to be at the Chesapeake, have to be," the boy began speaking again, all wide smiles, starry-eyes, and wonder at the marvels in the world, the marvels of the history that was about to be made.

"Something important is going to happen there, I can feel it."

In May of 1607, the Godspeed, Susan Constant and Discovery disembarked at a small peninsula in the Chesapeake Bay area of Virginia. Led by a council of seven men, Captain John Smith among them, they would establish a fort called Jamestown, the first permanent English settlement in the Americas. The fate of the Lost Colony of Roanoke would never be uncovered, though not for the colonists' lack of trying.

Captain John Smith would become famous for his encounter with the Powhatan Indians, where the chief's youngest daughter, Matoaka (also known as Pocahontas), would supposedly save him from sacrifice at her tribe's hands. But what history fails to mention is that there was a small blonde-haired, blue-eyed white boy present in the Powhatan village as well…

T H E L O S T C O L O N I S T

~ F I N ~

A Note Regarding the Names and Titles Used in this Fanfiction

Aside from Alfred, all of the colonists mentioned are taken from the actual list of the colonists from Lost Colony of Roanoke (including Alfred's parents, it was perfect that there happened to be a Jones couple among them). I opted to keep the original old English spellings of the names.

Though Jane Mannering and Thomas Stevens were depicted as a midwife and a physician in this fic, those were not their professions in real life. Ambrose was originally a boy, but he was listed as one of the children on the trip, so I did not fudge the age. And I have absolutely no clue whether or not Thomas Scot could actually do a two fingered whistle (but I researched it, and whistling of both the two fingered and normal variety did exist at the time, so it is certainly possible).

All Native American tribes mentioned did exist at the time, and in the locations stated. The existence of Manteo, Wanchese, Chief Pemisapan and Matoaka has been historically documented; however, Pamoua, Arowa and Masacha are completely fictional, and I made up their names.

Captain Cooke and Captain Spicer were mentioned in John White's journals as the two captains who accompanied him, along with a group of sailors, in his return to Roanoke Island.

Captain John Smith was a captain in the Royal Navy and was knighted by the Prince of Transylvania – so both titles I used in my writing actually apply – he was really short andhe did have an incredibly large ego (big enough to have been historically noted). Anthony Gosnoll was a knight and a part of the first expedition to Jamestown: I took his name off the list of people on the first voyage.

There is no Duke of London, but I think England totally would be the duke of his own capitol, even if his existence was a well-kept secret of the royal family. XD

To the Reviewers:

Thank you so much to everyone who reviewed, favorited or put The Lost Coloniston story alert, I've never gotten this much of a response before, so this really means a lot to me! Unfortunately I will only be able to respond to the consistent reviewers (note, these will be responses made to all reviews up until this point).

Jade Silverwolf – You were the first one to review, and kept reviewing throughout the story's progression. That really means a lot, and I am so glad that you liked it!

Kitty's Muse – Yes, it made me incredibly sad that there were no fics mentioning Roanoke, so I decided to write one! The earliest colony in New Sweden was Fort Christina (it eventually became Wilmington, Delaware), founded in 1638, so I imagine that Sweden and Finland would not enter the picture until then, and England and France would probably first appear around 1639. I imagine that in between then, England would have made many (failed) attempts at finding the personification of the American Colonies, before finally being introduced to Alfred via Finland and Sweeden. Thank you so much for reviewing, and I am really glad you liked it!

Liberty Girl with the Firework – You have no idea how impressed I was when you said you did not even need the historic notes. I had to do a bunch of research for this story, and I think it is absolutely amazing that you already knew it all. I hope I got everything right.

PCOrigami – I am very glad you liked the story; I did not mean to make anyone unwell, but I did want make an impact on the readers, so forgive me for being proud that my writing affected you that much. In my head-canon, America and Canada first met during the French and Indian War/Seven Years' War, but I am not sure if I will be writing any fics about that in the near future.

Child of the Gypsies – Last but certainly not least. I am so happy you liked it, and I was grinning like a loon when I realized that you were my thirtieth reviewer, let me tell you.