"DAAAAAAAAAAAAADDDDDDDD!" A 12 year old bursts into Alfred's office in tears. "Michigan!" he embraces the child "What happened?" the boy sniffs a couple time before pointing at the door "O-Ohio! She beat me up in football AGAIN!" as if summoned by the finger a tall brown haired girl walks in, just as dirty as the boy but not crying. "Hey! I can't help it if you ain't as good at it as me!" She shrugs and puts her hands in the pocket of her red hoddie.
"Michigan, you were better than Ohio for many years. Give her a chance to shine."
"But..."
"No buts. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a meeting with Britain about historical artifacts that D.C. will not shut up about."
"It's bad enough California started a show that takes place in my house, starring teenagers who sing ALL THE TIME. Now, Michigan is crying, New York is mocking my style AGAIN and West Virginia is trying to marry me, even though I'm his sister. WHAT THE HELL."
As if on cue, the dramatic New York walked in. She tossed her blond hair and smiled. "Daddy? Can I start another musical?"
"Which one?"
"How to Succeed in Business Without Really Trying. Daniel Radcliffe is starring."
"No."
Her green eyes became Bambi eyes. "Please? I promise I'll pay extra taxes for it."
"No."
"Fine, I'll do it without you." New York turned around to see the two siblings. "Oh, hello, Ohio, Michigan. I see that you still won't wear that cute leather jacket I made you. Pity."
"Hi, New York. I see you still won't shut up. Pity. And who knows? My weather is bi-polar. I'd rather not risk getting such a… cool… jacket all wet and snowy. " Ohio's fake accent only makes her more mad.
"'Now, let it be war upon you both.'" She quotes.
"Huh?" Before any of them can register what New York was quoting, the blond had stormed out of the room. "..."
"..."
"... what was that?"