The 51st State

by Sere-san

First a base, then a territory, finally she gets the chance to become a state of America. However, things don't always happen the way one wants, right? ;-) What's going to happen to them? Who took them in the first place, and why? Read on to find out! Rated T for language. Warning: There may be fluffiness in later chapters!

1. Chapter 1

Hi everyone! I suppose it's only right to say that I don't own Hetalia in any way, shape, or form.

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As I take breaks from my other stories, I tend to go off on a tangent and wonder about random little things. Like, "did I remember to smack France over the

head before I left my house?"...or "did I turn off the tv? oopsie...". A while ago my mind had wandered so far (I vaguely recall seeing the sign "Welcome to

Uranus, please don't make fun of our name") , it came to mind that...what if there was a 51st state in America? What if that 51st state was in the Gulf of

Mexico? What if, what if, what if! Those damn "what if's" are back! Everyone run for you lives! *runs into a wall* Uh, heheh, ignore that last part. Well

anyways I decided that I wanted to write a little story about this 51st state. I had originally showed it to one of my friends and she thought it was really good

and kept pressuring me to post it *cough*Rachael*cough*. Drum roll please! *listens for drum roll*

Presenting: MYLOVA

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Mylova sat across the table from America, nervously twiddling her thumbs as America reviewed her Constitution draft. When America sighed with a small

smile and placed the draft onto the table, Mylova straightened up, ready for whatever America threw at her.

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"I don't know what to say..." America laughed and scratched his head.

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"You could say 'Bienvenidos a los Estados Unidos'," Mylova replied hopefully.

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"Well~...that's certainly one of my options." America seemed to teasing her, but Mylova kept her cool. "Though I think it's a good start, you still have some

corrections to make. For example, this needs to be written in English. A Spanish version of your constitution can come later." That confused Mylova and she

wrinkled her eyebrows together.

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"But, I was for certain that I wrote it in íngles!" She pulled the paper over to her side of the table and stares at it.

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"Dude, in English there are no accent marks." America replied with a grin and he pointed out a few of Mylova's mistakes. There was an obvious one where it

was supposed to say Constitution, it said Constitución. Then another where there was supposed to be an "and", there was a "y".

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"Oh dios mio, you must be kidding..." Mylova face-planted the table unhappily. As she brooded over the fails, a strange colorless and odorless gas started to

fill the enclosed room. America reached across the table and gave Mylova a gentle pat on the head.

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" 'S okay, dude. Do you know how many times Florida had to rewrite her state Constitution?"

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"Tres veces, she told me when I told her I was considering statehood." Mylova replied with a muffled voice.

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"Five actually, the most any of my states has ever had to do. Alaska came a really close second. She had to do it four times and on her final draft, she

misspelled Constitution. She spelled it Conshitution." Mylova snorted in an attempt to hold back laughter. America took that as an opportunity to continue.

"You'd be surprised to know that the only person who didn't have to resubmit a draft was New York, and he's not exactly one of the brightest. He's mostly

attitude and ego, so his intelligence meter is, on a scale of one to ten, a five."

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"Ese estado no es muy inteligente, no?" Mylova looked up at America with a grin. "Pues, then how did he write a constitution without mistakes?"

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"It was short and to the point, not long like the others' were." America replied and shook his head mockingly. Mylova laughed and, for the first time, noticed a

slight heaviness to the air.

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"América, does something feel off to you?" Mylova looked around the room to find the source of her uneasiness.

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"Now that you mention it, yeah I do." America stood up and quickly glanced around. "It's kind of...of like, like a-" America collapsed into his seat, out cold,

which made Mylova stand up in shock. The heaviness seemed to weigh on her head and chest, but she attempted to fight it off.

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"América! América, estás bien?" She knelt down a little closer to him, but at the last moment her knees gave away and she hit her head on the side of the

table, quickly sinking into a state of unconsciousness.

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Translations:

Bienvenidos a los Estados Unidos = Welcome to the United States

dios mio = my god

Tres veces = three times

Ese estado no es muy inteligente, no? = That state is not very intelligent, no?

Pues = well

estás bien? = are you okay?

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So that's all for now. Let me know how you like it! I like reviews ^.^ Reviews are awesomer than the awesomeness that is Prussia! If I make any mistakes

with my Spanish (or any future languages) please let me know so I can correct them! Basically I'm working off of three-ish years of Spanish, little to nothing

of Italian, English and Russian all my life, and a miniscule amount of German (which is going to change X3).

But down here, below this, is basically a little bit of background information on my OC, Mylova.

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Name: Mylova

Capital City: San Rica

First and Second Largest Cities:

-Agrilana

-Dalaveos

Official Language(s): English, Spanish

Location: The Gulf of Mexico

Date Accepted into the Union: 05/12/2017

Bio: Mylova was originally a naval base, then a territory of America. Since she's located in the Gulf of Mexico, Spanish is her main language and English is her

second. She has a longstanding friendship with the Island nations and Florida, as well as Mexico and Spain. Mylova has light brown hair and hazel eyes.

Generally she has a positive attitude and has a strong loyalty for her friends. She's the kind of girl that tries to find the good in everyone. However if you get

on her bad side (which by the way is extremely hard), she turns scary pretty quickly.