Welcome all to my lovely, although very small (and probably not that good) story! I was reading some fanfics and then I realized, 'if Alfred was the little 'helper' to his boss, then what would happen with the state governments, since he can't obviously be in multiple places at once.' That got me thinking, and I realized to myself that I was going to make a story about how I see things. You don't have to agree with me or anything, it's just an outlet for my overactive mind. Please don't hate me if you dislike your state's personification. Please tell me what you would think would be better for your state, and I will take your comments to heart. :3
Hetalia is owned by Mr. Hidekaz Himaruya
States introduced in this section (there are more, obviously, I just don't have the time or mindspace to type it all out right now):
Virginia: Victoria – Has an olive complexion, tans easily, but does not go out into the sun much during the winter season. She is relatively pale until the she help out the communities in the summer and autumn months. She has dirty blonde hair that reaches to the bottom of her ribcage, well cared for, and is almost always up or back in some shape or form. Is five feet, two inches, physically her body is 17 years old, eyes are green on the inner part of the iris, and fade to blue on the outer part of the iris, and tends to mother many of her siblings when they do something stupid or get hurt. Is officially the eldest out of all the siblings. When she gets highly emotional (or when she is talking to a British person), she tends to revert back into a British accent. Has a slight complex with one of her siblings, but it comes and goes. Her siblings call her many different things, but she really only responds to Victoria, Vicky, Tori, Sis, Virginia, Ginny, or You With the Face. No one knows or understands why she responds to the last name in that list. She and Maryland visit their 'father' the most often, seeing as they live the closest to the main house, situated in D.C.. In general, she is not too fond of sports.
Massachusetts: Maxwell – pale, does not tan, but can get sunburns when he is visiting his southern siblings. Has dark hair, a mix between chocolate and black, and is naturally unmistakably like his 'father's,' with an obtrusive cowlick in the middle of his head. Likes to use hair-gel to slick his hair back, in case any nations happen to visit his area on a business trip with his 'father,' so they won't realize that he is somehow related to his 'father.' Is about five feet, eight inches, and is aged to be 17 year old, in physical body terms. He has brown eyes, and loves the Celtics and Red Sox, and absolutely hates a specific sibling when it comes around to specific parts of baseball season. He is the second oldest, but tends to act more mature than his sister most often. Has a grudge against British people. Responds to: Maxwell, Max, Mass, Massachusetts, Brother, and Asshole. Only New York calls him that, and even so, it's only because of baseball season.
California: Camillo – does not look necessarily Hispanic, but has an olive complexion, is slightly tan, has dark hair and can speak fluent Spanish, as well as English and bits and pieces of Mandarin Chinese and Japanese. He has a bubbly personality, and although he is not one of the 13 colonies or Texas, has gone through puberty for some reason or another (the authoress knows, but would prefer not to tell why). He is a confirmed homosexual, although he is not stereotypical in the way that he acts. Camillo loves fashionable clothes, and is avid in trying to find new ways to go green and protect the environment. His eyes happen to be blue, like the glistening waters of his beaches. He also happens to appear 15, but has a valid license in his state because one of his earlier governors needed him to do errands, so he is "officially 18," but no one needs to know that information. Responds to: 'Milo, Camillo, Manilla, Cali, California, and Handsome.
Texas: Samuel – The only one of his siblings who used to be a country by himself (although only for ten years). Has a tendency to let his ego get in the way, and will do anything to help out his 'father,' come what may. He is the tallest of his siblings, and with his stetson hat on is even taller than his 'father' figure. He is Caucasian, with a permanent farmers tan, even though he does not always wear short sleeved shirts. He has medium brown hair, never longer than ear-length, and has vibrant blue eyes like his 'father.' He and Florida are very avid in their love of astronomy. He always has a lasso somewhere nearby (chances are someone can find one in his briefcase) and has a license to carry a gun. Only himself and two of the other states are allowed to carry guns, but he is the only one who does. Has one of the largest hearts of all the states, and loves his siblings greatly, even when he gets into small spats with them. Responds to: Sam, Samuel, Hey You!, Texas, Lone Star. He is a fan of Spaceballs, the movie.
Date: Sometime in American history
"Shook me all~" A button was pressed, and the song, as well as the music player itself, went dead silent. Samuel leaned over, and pondered, trying to think of what to type into his friendly email to some of his dearest siblings. Because of his occupation, he was unable to joke about the state of the country, lest his email was to be read by someone whom he definitely did not want reading. Or, because his quaint house situated in Houston, Texas, used to belong to a famous and controversial politician, the emails in themselves could be read by people in who knows what language or in what country.
He did not want to leave any hints that he or his siblings were in existence, since the beginning of his siblings physical manifestations have only existed since the presidency of Thomas Jefferson, and he only still existed because his 'father' wants him to. Their 'father' had become so busy with the work, and could not handle the stress of traveling to every state so often, since traveling by horse was so slow and took weeks to even get from one place to the other. With the Louisiana Purchase, their 'father' knew that something had to be done.
Date: Much Earlier in American history
Alfred F. Jones kept pacing about his large room, hand occasionally brushing through his golden locks, in deep thought, and frankly, too exhausted to stay standing. He collapsed silently, not wanting anyone to hear, worrying about his country, it was very un-heroic to fall to the floor out of exhaustion. Covering his eyes with his arm, he lay there silently, the only sounds came from outside, and even then there was not much. He needed a source of help, but not from another country, for his pride would not allow that, especially if England happened to get a hold of that information, for Alfred would never hear the end of it.
The first 13, the thirteen original colonies, now were states, and they were so important to him that it hurt. He did not want anyone else taking care of his land. The year was 1803, the month was April, but the date did not matter. His boss was about to purchase miles upon miles of land from France's boss, and there was no way that America, as the sole personification of this great land of diverse people, could handle the giant expansion alone. He could easily best any person in a fist fight, or out-eat anyone in an eating contest, but the hours it spent to organize even one of his states was a mountain to climb, and having a literally brand new state, Ohio, he now had 17 mountains to climb each and every day.
At the same time, however, he did not want to have another person like him around, for that would eventually mean a separate country, and losing the people he held so dear to his heart. What he felt as if he needed, well, he needed someone that could invent a machine so that he could instantly travel to each and every state with a snap of his fingers. Pondering for a moment, a goofy, crooked, tired smile came around and he snapped his fingers. Nothing happened.
"Well, I tried," he laughed to himself. But what could he do, sitting here in his office, so many nautical miles away from where the agreement was to take place. As America, he would be able to tell exactly what happens, for he'll feel the expansion in some shape or form the minute the agreement is reached. That was why it was pointless for him to travel overseas, for he was still needed here in his home country.
His original 13. His Delaware, Pennsylvania, New Jersey, Georgia, Connecticut, Massachusetts, Maryland, South Carolina, New Hampshire, Virginia, New York, North Carolina, Rhode Island. And since then, Vermont, Kentucky, Tennessee, and fresh with life Ohio. What could he do? It was not as if he could magically separate bits and pieces of himself and form them into people that would do the work for the governors of each particular state. It also was not possible for him to hear their thoughts and news, to be mentally connected to them, to feel pain when they feel pain, to … to...
Amid his frantic, almost pleading inner monologue, Alfred, in the most unheroic fashion he ever has, and hopefully ever will, fell asleep on the floor, legs in front of him as his arm cradled his head.
California: Date: January 2000
Hazmi and Mihdhar, two of the hijackers in 9/11 arrived in the United States in mid-January 2000
It was January, the light breezes on the coast were soothing, all the same, with the tide casually coming and going like the heartbeat of the sleeping city nearby. Suddenly, a sneeze reverberated through the once peaceful night air. Camillo, the one who sneezed, knew something was up. He only sneezed before earthquakes larger than a four on the Richter scale occur, or when something ominous was going to happen. Because of the technology of the modern era helped greatly in predicting such earthly events, that could only have meant the latter.
He also felt an odd desire to check that his airports were okay, and to refresh his knowledge of planes, which happened close to no times during the year. Most of his spontaneous wants and urges involved either bothering his family, buying new designer clothes, or hanging out with a few people he knew and making fun of the plastic surgery jobs that random passerby obviously had done. For example, once, he and a few buddies sat on a bench outside a very nice ice-cream parlor, with their designer jeans and shutter sunglasses, licking their ice-creams lazily when a woman of much girth waltzed by them. Without warning, one of Camillo's buddies had coughed, food apparently going down the wrong pipe. This reaction was well deserved, for the woman's cheek bones did not fit her body structure, her nose was in a little bandage, and her arms looked almost too skinny for the rest of her body. Thus, the tradition began, except they had to make sure not to have food or drinks in their mouths while playing this game, for they did not want to spill any food onto their expensive clothes when laughing.
Glancing at the skies above him, he notices a plane flying towards the nearest airport. Maybe something was going to happen tomorrow. Oh well, he had to do official work for the governor the following morning, and was far too busy to worry about a few planes flying overhead, leaving their smoky trails in the sky.
Virginia: Some point in American History
The area's history begins with indigenous settlements, and the founding of the Virginia Colony in 1607
She didn't deny that she was not technically the eldest of her brothers and sisters, since some of her siblings signed the Constitution first, but she still held her authority over those who officially came to be before her. To be quite frank, the birthplace of the first permanent settlement was in her land, so therefore, she is the eldest. It made no difference that Dylan (Delaware) was the first to officially become a state, he was just a pushover who was in the way of her awesomeness.
Now, she never would admit any narcissism or ego out loud, for she was a lady and ladies did not gloat shamelessly to their siblings, no matter how rude or completely idiotic they happened to behave. She also would never admit to her siblings that she could fluently speak in three different Native American tongues, and also knew all of her younger siblings 'slang,' no matter how odd or irrelevant the names were to their original object or purpose.
It was not as if she was omniscient, she just happened to know many things, and had fun learning new subjects. If she was omniscient, Victoria knew that she would have stopped many disastrous events to occur, but even then, would she really? If some of the events in her history did not happen, would her siblings and 'father' be as strong and smart as they all were now? Okay, her 'father' being smart might be pushing it, but he did learn, if not the hard way. The very hard way. So hard that it took nearly a chainsaw to get through his thick head sometimes, but that was okay. Since she was a part of him, he always knew when she really needed to get her point across, and somehow always knew, even without her having to say anything (but she told him anyway so it would be off her chest) what was really going on.
It also was not as if her 'father' did not know what was going on. He could feel everything that was going on within the states, it is just that because there were so many states, it was just hard sometimes. Really, it was very easy for him to tell which state happened to be in pain, but after that, he had to concentrate deeply and shove any other thoughts out of his head to precisely locate where it was. Of course, important events in American history, really, really, important events, he knew automatically what it was, where it was, and why it was happening. He did not have to ask any of the 'children.' He would never show it, but sometimes he felt guilty about the entire ordeal.
Virginia and Maryland visited America's office most often out of the states, for they were the closest. They wished to see him more, but were sometimes afraid that another country was visiting, or that he would feel guilty about them existing. As always, he would flash them a grin and sparks were in his eyes, leaps and bounds of energy spilled out of his being, and the room always seemed brighter. Maybe it was just them, having deep respect for their 'father,' but seeing him happy made the two want to work three times as hard as they already working for the great nation they were a part of.
But sometimes, they wondered how he acted when no one was watching, when no 'co-worker' or 'child' or boss was there to keep him company. Sure, he had Tony, but what was really going on in his head? Their 'father' knew about their minds, but they will never truly know his.
Virginia: Sometime in American History
Virginia does not have a major professional sports franchise, but is home to several prominent collegiate sports programs.
She laughed as her siblings, one about 13, donning a navy with a baseball cap with NY on the front, the other aged 17 with a red cap, a giant cursive B emblazoned on the front, argued their points, and nearly started a first fight with each other. Honestly, it was just a sport... Either that, or she really did not understand the inner workings of the siblings with sports teams. But that made sense, since she did not have any professional sports teams to begin with, however her colleges and high schools nurtured wonderful athletes nearly constantly.
As her siblings were about to literally fight it out in her living room, Victoria whacked them on the head with her handy cigar pipe. She was not an addict, it was just that she happened to be the judge on whether a farmer's tobacco was a good bunch or not for smoking. Who cares that this was now a time of mass producing stuff, she still had to make sure that every Virginia tobacco producer sold at least decent crops. Ordering her siblings that if they were to fight, to do it outside. Of course, the high maintenance New York did not want to get actual dirt (oh please, has she seen her largest city) on her cap, and Massachusetts did not want to deal with the sunlight (he does not have to be afraid of the sun, the moron). So, in the end, she forced them to move around her furniture before they could fight inside. Funnily enough, once they moved the furniture to make room for an all out fight fight, they were too tired to be bothered to fight each other anymore.
Needless to say, Victoria was pissed. She whacked them many more times, and forced them to labor and place her furniture in the correct places, or else they would not get dinner. One of her in-house workers was making dinner as this all happening, and occasionally Victoria heard chuckling from the kitchen.
Out of breath, her siblings collapsed on the couch, resting on each other because they were too tired to pry themselves apart. Victoria sat in her comfortable, cushioned chair, and began to read a book, which happened to be written by a Mr. Steinbeck. Sometime later, a bell was heard, and a large gust of air went by her, for obviously her worn out siblings jumped and ran into the kitchen at the mere mention of something food related. Just like their 'father.'
Occasionally, her siblings asked her why she was so different from 'father,' but Victoria always just grinned widely and proceeded to place whoever it was in a half nelson. The similarities were not necessarily physical or really mental at this point of time, but she knew that there was a reason. Just like how there was a reason for her not having any professional sports teams. She placed her book down, an American flag bookmark peeping out ever so slightly, and smiled. For a fleeting moment, she pondered on what she would be like if she had a baseball team of her own.
Massachusetts: 2004
In 2004, Massachusetts became the first U.S. state to legally recognize same-sex marriage.
What? He was not gay, so it does not involve himself personally. His politicians decided that people of the same sex could get married, and honestly, Maxwell could not have cared less. It did not matter that people in his small bit of land were ecstatic, many of his siblings were going to throw petty hissy-fits, whining and complaining how marriage is between man and woman, and to be quite honest, he was going to have none of that. He was not gay, so he did not have to deal with all the impending criticism that will be coming his way, especially if the siblings were going to complain about that little fact alone. Honestly, Maxwell's dad just needed to shut them up, like a good father would. Well, okay, his father figure was not really his father, who looked barely two or maybe three years older than him, but cared for Maxwell as if he had been there when the light was seen for the first time. Actually, one of his first memories were of his 'father,' but Maxwell would never admit that.
Massachusetts: Not 1620, but a later time in American History
The first English settlers in Massachusetts, the Pilgrims, established their settlement at Plymouth in 1620, and developed friendly relations with the native Wampanoag. This was the second successful permanent English colony in North America,
Maxwell paced around his hotel room, every so often glancing at the red vibrant pixels of the digital clock on the bedside table. Honestly, he had no idea how to talk to his older sister, the only one in the family of siblings who was older than he was. Maybe he should call his favorite Canadian, who came to his workplace around once every two weeks, but would probably come more often if he did not both live and work in Canada. Maxwell had to wonder about how his friend was able to come to America so often, but that question was not relevant. Picking up the black and silver phone from the hub that held it, Maxwell punched in the numbers, his fingers well acquainted with the glowing buttons.
"Hey, this is a message for Jean. I hope he is at this number, and if not, I am sorry for the interruption of your daily life, and please do not pay any attention to this message if you are not him. I was just wondering if Jean could help me understand how to properly interact with an older sibling who can be intimidating. I really just don't know how to deal with her. Also, her birthday is soon, and I don't know what type of presents girls like...Okay, that's a lie, I don't know what she would want, and I don't want to face her wrath if I get her the wrong thing. Please call back soon." He paused for a moment, remembering that he forgot to say something at the beginning of his message. "Oh right, this is Maxwell calling you. Sorry about that. See you."
Maxwell then proceeded to leave his house, for he had a lunch appointment with his governor. They had much to discuss during the meal, and afterwards, he returned home around dinner time. Opening the door, he carefully tossed his briefcase to the nearest chair, and proceeded to take off his shoes. He closed the door, and promptly locked it. There were more random acts of violence in the area around Boston, but he did not know if it was due to economic troubles or overly zealous college kids. He loosened the black tie around his neck and waltzed into the kitchen, hoping to find some food.
Creaking the cupboard open, he found a jar of preservatives Georgia had given him before. If he opened it, he figured that the rest of the jar would last a few days if not chilled. But then again, Summer was almost ending, so therefore it would not be too hot for an opened can of preservatives.
The phone then rang, shaking Maxwell from his pondering on whether or not to open the jar. He guessed that he was not going to, and walked over to the phone. Hands trembling for some unknown reason, he picked up the phone.
"Hello?"
Author's Notes:
I have decided something for the next chapter/in general:
New York: Emma – I chose this name for New York because it is pronounceable in almost every language without being skewered in some shape or form (for example: take the name Claire. In some languages, that name cannot be pronounced, because of the "re" at the end of the name). I know that since the name is of German origin, it does not necessarily have anything to deal with New York's early history with Europeans or anything, but it does mean "universal" and "all-containing," which I found to be very fitting, considering the vast diversity within its most populous city. I wanted New York to be a female because it just felt right, in my opinion. I cannot explain it, nor do I think I shall ever be able to. I will be able to attempt to elaborate on my decision, but sadly that will most likely end in disaster.
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~Blue
