Of all of the states, it can usually be agreed on that California is the most beautiful of all the female states.
Well, it really does make sense that she would win that title. Her golden blonde hair with its reddish tips seemed to glimmer in the sunlight, while her bangs barely reached her blue, gold specked eyes. Her usual attire showed off her perfect, magazine-worthy beach body with a forest green tube top and denim short-shorts.
She has one sister, Hawaii, and five brothers, Utah, New Mexico, Arizona, Colorado, and Nevada. They all work for the same person. America. Together, they save their boss from multiple personality disorder and take some of the burden. Without the states, who knows how he would act. One day, a surfer, the next a cowboy, who knows?
Anyway, in their dysfunctional family, there are 50 states, plus America, and the territories. The nations in general have no idea that the states even exist. Although, the states do have a habit of sticking their noses where they don't belong, so that peace will not last to long.
In fact, one day, the world meeting had to be held in LA, California due to the normal meeting room in D.C. needing repairs. In Cali's eyes, this is a big deal, a great honor. She got up early, 9:30am, and straightened out the room. She set out vases, beautiful art, photography, and fancy furniture made of Redwood trees.
About ten minutes into the meeting, Cali decided to drop by with some California grown oranges for the nations.
When she opened the door, the room was in a frenzy. England was trying to strangle America and France at the same time, Hungary was chasing after Prussia with her frying pan, and everyone else was having either a heated argument or a full out brawl. The once glamorous room was now in tatters.
This infuriated Cali, her wonderful meeting room and priceless art was now a wreck because of some stupid no-good nations.
She tried to regain control over the pandemonium. She tried yelling, screaming, but no one could hear her over the ruckus. Finally, she decided enough was enough. She calmly strode over to the front of the room, and blew on a large brown whistle. The whistle made a shrill, high-pitched sound and it made everyone's ears pop.
While all the nations were trying to figure out what was going on to their ears, a large, brown, furry, California Grizzly bear waltzed into the room. The nations went silent as the intimidating bear padded up to where Cali was standing. Now, she had their attention. Softly, but with authority, she says
"So, these are the nations."
She scoffs, rolls her eyes and plants her hands on her hips. Then she shrugged and starts to pet Sacramento, the bear.
"This totes remind me of our meetings. Except you have less explosions"
The nations were still frozen in place, terrified by the large bear now snoring on the floor by their feet. Cali looked around at the dumbfounded countries and said,
"Well, are you losers gonna continue the meeting or what?"
Plopping down on the closest chair, which happened to be Romano's but he wasn't going to anger her with that beast at her side, Cali took out her phone and started typing away on it. The meeting slowly but surely started up again. If anyone started to argue a little too loudly or brutally, Cali cleared her throat loudly and Sacramento perked up his big furry head. That was the most peaceful they had ever been, and got the most done out of all the meetings ever held.
"AMERICAA!"
"Dude! I said I was sorry!"
"You are gonna get me a new set of redwood chairs or I'm gonna tell DC who brought the rocket launcher to that meeting!"
"No please! I'm sorry!"
"Shut up! Get out of my sight, dumb ass!"
All of the countries gained a new found fear and respect for the golden state that day.