A/N I've read a few stories on here about how people do a 50 Sentences challenge, and I've always wanted to try my hand at something like that. I finally got off my ass and did a 50 Prompt challenge (to myself. All lonely lol); that is, I'm writing 50 one-shots based off of 50 sentences/prompts that I wrote. This story deals with OC!Minnesota and his history as both a territory and a state d: (Happy 153rd Birthday to you, Minnesota! You don't look a day over 152) I decided to post this on 5/11 because it is his birthday, after all xD

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia: Axis Powers or OC!Minnesota (which is my friend Hajear's creation)

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Prompt 1: "Settlement"

When the white men settled on his land, Minnesota could only watch as the people of his tribes dwindle drastically, his innocent mind not yet accustomed to the horrors about to unfold.

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A group of exhausted men staggered into their poorly-made camp. They were all sweaty from the difficult labor they'd put in throughout the day and nearly collapsed upon the sight of their make-shift beds. After taking a few moments to breathe, half of the men stood up and began stripping off their once elegant clothing while the other half inspected the surrounding area for wood to build a fire. Despite having little food to eat for the night, the men were all talking and laughing heartily.

Brown orbs peered out form the brush that was a mere walking distance from the lively camp. A little boy with a single, thick braid that cascaded down his back crouched silently as he observed the group like that of a hawk. 'They act just like the warriors from around here,' the boy noted, 'they just have white skin and yellow hair.'

Furrowing his brow curiously, the boy wiped away a thin film of sweat off of his forehead. 'Sakima said otherwise though...' The boy gently nibbled on his lower lip. He could still hear the coarse voice of his elder warning him to be aware of the white men. "Don't fall for the illusions, Minnesota," the chief had said in a soft voice as he gently ran his fingers through the boy's ebony curls, "they're taking our land, and will take our lives next if we don't start to fight back."

Minnesota took the warning seriously and immediately began staking this particular group of men nearly a fortnight ago. He was waiting for them to do anything that he deemed as a threat – but so far, all they did was go out hunting (they once caught a large buck that fed them for two days) and would return to camp, exhausted. Smoothing out the wrinkles on his deer-skin leggings, he thought solemnly, 'Still, Sakima is never wrong, and what he says, goes.' He crossed his arms with a huff before sticking out his lip in a pout. 'Though sometimes, I wish he was wrong.'

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"My, my, these people here—they're animals!" a short man that kept his blonde hair pulled back in a loose ponytail snorted. "We've had to have gone through nearly an entire village today." He exhaled sharply as a pain shot in his left leg. Sitting down on a log perched by a tent, the man shook his head. "The lands are beautiful, as are the women, but they all act like... like-"

"'Savages?'" another man offered snobbishly, earning a few chortles from the others. However, the presumed leader of the group – a thin, effeminate man that had his golden tresses hug his face – rubbed his temples soothingly as a weak sigh escaped his lips. He pulled one hand away from his head and used it as a fan to cool off his sticky face while giving his men a weary look.

"Now, now," he emitted with slight aggravation, "these are the indigenous people of mon fils land. It's rude to call them such names when they were here first." A few men snorted in disdain, but kept to themselves after the small scolding. The man closed his azure eyes and inhaled the cooling air around him. 'I swear, they have no idea how brusque they act.' He let his head roll back and sighed once more. 'But that's what bloodshed does to someone, I suppose.'

"Hé France," one of the men said after a long tense silence, "come help me with this food." France groaned, but grudgingly forced himself off of his comfy position and walked to help a comrade in need.

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Minnesota rubbed his eyes roughly and bit his lip to keep himself from yawning. Day was slowing melting into night and, as the air grew cooler and softer with each passing moment, he realized he had to leave as quickly and as quietly as possible. 'Damn it,' he thought to himself angrily, 'I let myself linger for too long again. I have to go, now.' He peered out at the group before him. Anxiety settled in his softening eyes.

"Tch, figures they all have to be standin' around," Minnesota whispered coarsely as his eyes darted wildly. He tried to find a clearing, but his stomach churned when he couldn't locate one. 'There's too many about.' An unfamiliar feeling pumped through his veins as Minnesota felt his legs quiver slightly—"No, damn it, I'm not scared."

As soon as the words left his mouth, an unnerving regret welled up in the pit of his stomach. Silence spread a little too fast and Minnesota glanced up to see that the men had dropped everything that they were doing. They hitched their breath while they looked amongst themselves with a mixture of fright and anger in their eyes. Minnesota stared out into the camp, keeping his mouth shut tightly. The men started to talk to each other in hushed, foreign tones. If the little boy in the bushes were to guess, he would say that they were asking if anyone else heard the sound.

Letting out a soft sigh as the clamoring died off and all was calm in the camp, the brunette took one last look around his surroundings. The only chance he had to escape, he saw, was the path behind him. 'So noisy, though,' Minnesota thought nervously. 'I really hope they don't hear...' Suddenly, dread loomed in his heart as a pair of eyes bore into his own. The small boy's initial reaction was to look up – and he did.

Curious cerulean orbs stared into amber eyes, which widened by the second. As if he'd been caught red-handed, Minnesota swallowed a shriek and whipped around so his back was to the blond man. Adrenaline rushed through his body as he hurried away from his not-so hidden spot in the brush. He was oblivious to the yelling that soon followed from his abrupt departure—his only focus now was to run; run wherever his legs took him.

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A/N I... can't really say I liked the end of this chapter, but no matter. I still have 49 chapters to go d: If anyone is interested on learning more about how Minnesota looks (especially if you want to visualize him better), I have a link posted in my bio to my friend Hajear's deviantART, where she posted a chibi picture of an older Minnesota (I'll note when Chibi!Minnesota is older, but so far, he's still a newborn)

A bit of facts on Minnesota: he's stubborn, yet a strong state, he's a terrible smoker (going as far as getting pissed if he doesn't have any cigarettes), he is a Native American!OC (this may sound bad, but so people know this before submitting a review, I'm Native too, so I know how pissed a Native can get (and yes...we do laugh a lot xD)), and he's relatively silent. However, when he speaks up, he's obnoxiously loud.

Interesting facts on the state itself: it's one of the biggest states in the continental US, the Mall of America is located in Bloomington, MN, we have the largest ball of twine (how... boring), and the weather varies all year round. And I mean varies (we got snow near the END of April this year. What the shit?) Famous people have come out of MN as well: singer Prince (or the Artist Formerly Known as Prince, for those stuck in the '90s) started the porn groove and the Minneapolis sound in...Minneapolis. Owl City's Adam Young is from Owatonna, MN. Actors Sean William Scott, Vince Vaughn, and Josh Hartnett are from here. That one story about the spirit bear is -partially- set in Minneapolis... yeah, that's pretty much it.