Hey guys! Well I thought this up today while drinking on a tractor while watching over the chicken and the dogs at my Grandma's house, thought I'd share if, REVIEW, if not, I won't continue as usual, hope you like~!
"Virginia, anything yet?" America asked his one of his eldest.
Virginia hung up the phone after the 5th call, shaking her head, it was clear. Texas was not coming to any meetings.
America cleaned his glasses, nostalgically. It's been years since he's actually held a conversation with her, ever since that day after her annexation, he thought. I haven't had this much trouble with one of my states hating annexation since Hawaii, but even she called and told me she didn't hate me, and that she was fine being my top tourist spots. What am I doing wrong? It's too late to grant her her freedom, she's too dependent on me, and I've given her everything, but still…
I have 50 kids, I see every single one of them, EXCEPT…Texas. Am I a bad father? No, the kids tell me I'm great all the time! I am their hero after all, but I don't know what I'm doing wrong. I've asked Britian but he said 'I'm like a child raising other children' and something about Peter pan and the lost boys…I don't get it, some British reference or something.
"Has anyone seen Texas lately? Louis? Arkansas? New Mexico?"
"Um, I saw her yesterday." Louis slowly raised her hand, " She was wanting to know, when the conference was, and I told her but I guess she isn't coming."
"Howdy! I'm here!" John walked in, he's been filling in for her at these meetings so much that other countries are labeling him as Texas instead of her, not a big surprise.
"Alright then, I guess we'll start." I sighed.
"Yo! Texas!" I heard someone whisper, I woke up, Budweiser in hand still, I woke with a jolt so I spilled some on my boots, dad' gum it!
"What?!" I screeched, hoping off the tractor. I was hoping to help clear out the debris from the tornado that hit, but apparently not.
"Dad wants to know why you're sending John instead of going yourself? I mean, when's the last time you came to one of those meetings, huh? You're going to start fading if you don't keep up with current events." Alabama scolded, who does he think he is my father?! I've got enough of that after all, my father is the 'hero'.
"I'm very well caught up, it's called the news. I've been helping Oklahoma with her tornado wounds! It's not like I'm sitting on my ass over here, I'm just as busy as ya'll!" I huffed, is it ever a friendly visit when it comes to my siblings? No. It's always 'dad this and dad that' that's easy for them to say, I was my own country, then HE had to step in being the hero and all. After denying me because his boyfriend didn't want him to expand, my hero... he always listens to him after all! How does he even look at him after declaring his independence?! And now their 'allies'. Jesus! Anyways he suddenly turns around and snatched me right as I thought I was going to be okay, just to keep me from Mexico. Now America won't let him into 5 feet of me. No, that wasn't a complaint!
"Texas, like or not you're apart of the United. States. Of. America. UNITED STATESSSS OF AMERICA!" He said sarcastically as usual.
"Say that all you want! I'm still the Republic of Texas! You'll see I'm just setting myself up for secession and I will secede, you and everyone else can watch!" I said crushing the beer can and throwing it aside, trying to keep my sanity.
"You don't have the resources! No one will or has ever recognized you as a country!" He argued.
"You don't know anything about me! I was recognized by 6 countries. Britian, France, Russia, Belgium, Netherlands, AND dad! All recognized me as independent! I'm not ANYONE's territory, got that?!" I held him by the collar.
"Even when you said you were, Mexico still owned you." He deadpanned, I punched him square in he face, he fell and held his nose, I didn't think I broke his nose, I know I did.
"Damn you Al! I didn't want to do that to you! B-but you pushed me to! J-just go home!" Tears pricked my eyes, damn it all!
"Samantha Anson Jones!" I heard a familiar voice yell.
"Dad?" Al and I turned, he stood there, with a pissed face, I ain't got time for this!
"What the hell has gotten into you? Hitting your brother like that is just wrong and you know it!" He yelled grabbing my wrist.
"Ow! Dad let go! OW! You're hurting me, damn it!" I struggled, his hands were right on top of the twister wounds I got a week ago, and with his strength, it wasn't going to heal soon.
"What have I done? I've given you everything, and your still acting as if the worlds against you or some bullshit like that, can't you leave well enough alone?! Anyone would be happy to have a family like us! What's so wrong with your life that you avoid seeing your own family?!" His blue eyes bore onto mine, stupid Yankee, he didn't know what he's talking about… I visit my family all the time, just not him.
"Happy? Sure! I'm as happy as a one legged man at an ass-kickin'competiton! And you ain't my dad! You know nothing about me and you claim me as yours?! You didn't even want me! Why couldn't you leave well enough alone! You just annexed me so that Mexico couldn't have me!" I tore my bleeding wrist from his hand. He looked to his bloodied hand in horror. "So concerned with Oklahoma that you forgot about me, now didn't ya? It's fine, it wasn't a 2,000 mile per hour tornado, but it sure was a mile long and sure did hurt like a son of a bitch. And that's just dandy, cause you know what? I don't need your help! I've always been by myself anyways, so you can go rope you a caballo and ride on outta here!" I spat at his feet and turned on my heels and stomped off. "Adios!" Giving them the bird.
"She scares me when she speaks Spanish…" I heard Al say
"Yeah, makes me think she wanted to be with Mexico." Dad said, that killed me more than anything, I fought long and hard to even announce my freedom, how dare he even think that I'd want to go back to that snake!
I slept again for the sake of clearing my mind. I went through so many things since becoming a state, restrictions and such. I think I'm the one of the few states that actually remembers the Constitution word by word besides Virginia and Maryland. My way of livin' back then was taken from me, which I realized was wrong now…but that's not the point! The point is I don't like being a state, in fact, I've loathed it since the day, Louis told me the real reason why he wanted me.
I know I can't go back to the way I was, I was never meant to be a country, and I knew it. I just hated how he wanted to rip everything that makes me, me besides my geography, he sure as hell ain't taking my guns, and if I hear another 'why do you still do the Texas flag pledge?' I'm going to explode. I'm tired of being overlooked, I suppose that's impossible having 50 siblings but I'm the biggest out of all of them, and no fucks are given. He wants everything from me but doesn't expect me to get anywhere. I wouldn't put it past him to laugh every time I declare myself independent, as much as he wouldn't doubt that I laugh at him when he declares he's the hero. I'll show him! Hmph!
"Pssst! Texas!" I heard someone at my window.
"What the high hell are you doing here, Mexico? And how'd you get over the border?" I eyed him one hand on my heart, and the other on my shotgun. My heart isn't beating fast, cause he's here damn it, it's because he scared me! Don't get any ideas!
"No importa! No importa!" He waved. " Ven aqui! Ahora!"
"Dejar de hablar espanol para mi! Maldita sea! Es molesto…" I complained, while running down the stairs.
"Que te guste, crees que es sexy, no?" He questioned.
"No." I deadpanned. "This better be good."
"Si! It is! Look! Haiti sent it to me." He uncovered a broken blade, really, he got me up for this?
"Touch it." He dared. Like a dumb ass, I did.
And the world changed instantly the sun was up and I was in the middle of a field stuck between a mass of grey and blue. I heard a few huffs of horses, the fuc_
"Get out the middle of the battlefield!" An older man with a beard l
"General Lee?" I questioned.
"Samantha? Get out the way! Fire!" He yelled.
"Where are we?" Mexico asked, he's still there?!
"Gettysburg!" I yelled over the sounds of bullets, great...what the hell?!