A/N:

Sorry for not updating sooner! Writers' block and stuff like that sucks.

Conner's POV

I stroll through my new (although still under construction) capital. I'm somewhat surprised we haven't found the personification yet. I walk into the city square, the Four Corners Monument. To get enough area for the city, the Navajo and the CSA government, along with me, decided that for the land, we'll help them out with schools, homes, hospitals and jobs. The building of the city would require construction workers and afterwards the city will need workers to carry on everyday duties. The schools, hospitals and homes also need construction workers and my government is paying for all of it. A fair trade off, for some of their land we give them schools, hospitals and homes as well as jobs.

I'm brought out of my musing by a little hand pulling at my shirt. I look down to see a little kid, about five years old, looking up at me. I kneel to look them in the eyes. From the haircut, I can't tell if it's a boy or a girl.

"Hey. Who're you?" I ask. The child stares at me a moment more before answering.

"I'm District Four," it says. Even from the kid's voice I can't tell. I blink. So this is the new personification.

"Well, you can't go around introducing yourself like that," I reply. The child thinks a moment then gives me a small smile.

"Call me Loris," it replies. I nod.

"Where'd you get that?" I ask. The kid, Loris, shrugs.

"Just came to me," Loris replies. I nod again. I shift, thinking about something that's been bothering me since I met Loris.

"Uh, so. Loris, are you a boy or a girl?" I ask. Loris smiles and leans close to me, whispering their gender. I smile and nod, mischief glimmering in my eyes. "Loris, your full name will now be Loris Crimson Jones," I inform Loris. The child claps happily.

"So they won't be able to tell what gender I am?" the overexcited toddler asks. I nod. The kid smiles at me. I pick Loris up. The kid's skin is an indian skin color, their hair is black and goes down tho its' shoulders and Loris is wearing a red shirt and jeans with black converse, basically androgynous. I tap the toddlers nose. Loris giggles as I grin.

"C'mon lil bud, let's go home," I say. Loris nods and starts sucking its thumb.

By the time we get to my house, Loris is fast asleep in the backseat. I smile gently at the small child. I open the door and gently close it. I turn to the house and yell, "I found the newest district!"

Everyone, after our alliance was announced, decided to continue living in the big Virginian manor, so I'm not too worried. I hear the locks come undone and I see a blonde and blue blur shoot out of the house. D.C peeks into the car windows, hoping to see D.F. I chuckle, pulling the overexcited capital away from the window. I open the car door, unbuckling the sleeping child and taking Loris into my arms. I turn around to face D.C with the little kid slowly waking up. D.C stares at D.F in confusion. He looks at me.

"What is that?" he deadpans. I hug Loris tightly. Loris stares at D.C, not blinking.

"This, is Loris," I reply. Loris waves to D.C. George stares blankly at Loris.

"No, I mean, what gender is it?" he asks. I immediately change the subject.

"Oh! Hey Washington!" I say, greeting the newest visitor. Washington grunts, opting to instead examine the child in my arms. Loris stares at him too, still not blinking. Washington suddenly leans forward to take Loris from my arms. I stand still for a moment, looking like an idiot because I'm cradling air. I drop my arms and look at Washington, who is actually smiling. I rub my eyes. Yep, he's smiling.

"Heya," Loris says to Washington. Washington bops the child's nose. Bops it. I blink in shock. The state puts the capital down because there are more states coming. Rhode flies down the steps, a red Superman cape billowing behind him. He looks down at Loris.

"What are you? Girl, boy? Ooh, maybe you're an alien! Or maybe you're an it! Yeah! You're an It! Come on cousin Itt! Dance! Or do you need to grow your hair out? Oh, speaking of hair, you should probably wash it. And you should take a shower. I can smell you from here." Rhode holds his nose with one hand and waves the air away with the other. Loris stares up at him, then kicks Rhode, hard, in the shin. Rhode jumps up, grabbing his shin. "Oww! You little—" Washington gives him a look that would make most other people stop there. Not Rhode apparently. He says, "You little brat! Don't you dare do that again!" Washington glares at Rhode as more states come out.

Somewhere else and in a different POV

I slam my fist on the table as I stand. The girl across from me stares at me cooly.

"I didn't plan this! He was never supposed to rise again! He was supposed to die!" I yell at her. My outfit starts flashing rapidly, changing into different uniforms of different countries. The girl rubs her temples tiredly.

"Sit down," she says. "The Three didn't plan this either. The man who orchestrated this was an Escaped," she tells me. My jaw drops.

"What?! He was a damn Escaped?!" I scream, my outfit settling on a Nazi uniform. I glare at it disgustedly and it switches back to an American army uniform. I look back at the girl. "How are we gonna fix this then?" I growl.

She looks down. "He has to remember," she says. I draw in a sharp breath, realizing what she means.

"You mean…?" I say, not willing to finish the sentence. She nods.

"He has to remember why and how and who," she says solemnly.

A/N:

You'll figure out who the last two people are, trust me. You won't figure out what gender Loris is though. ^.^