Disclaimer: Hetalia no be mine
Sometimes, I wish my life was boring. I used to have a relatively normal life, with a normal family, normal friends, and normal school. That is, until that fateful first day of junior year. I call it The Day My Life Was Ruined Forever. Yep, capitalized. It was that important. It's the whole reason I'm in The Middle of Nowhere, MI, USA. At least that's what I call this place. Nathan gives me glares whenever I do. Michael just laughs and high-fives me. He doesn't like being stuck here any more than I do.
Maybe I should back up just a bit.
You see, we're personifications of states of America. Nathan's Michigan, Michael's Indiana, and I'm Ohio. Or, at least, I was. The old Ohio died (I'm not sure how. Nathan ignores me when I ask, and even Michael will get serious, saying 'Later,'), and I'm apparently her reincarnation. Wonderful. How do the boys know? I look just like her. And that's enough for them, though I think they're jumping to conclusions and are blinded by the fact that they miss Ohio so much. Michael was like a brother to her, and she and Nathan had sort of a love-hate relationship.
But today I'm going to meet America for the first time, and he'll be able to tell for sure. Nations have this weird sense-thingy that allows them to be able to tell if a person is a personification or not. States' sense aren't as strong, seeing as they aren't completely independent.
Well, you might be wondering how my life went from that of a normal teenage girl to one of a refugee hiding in the Upper Peninsula. It went a little something like this.
I walked up to the school, not as nervous as one usually gets on their first day of school. You see, I lived in a rather small school district, and the school wasn't very big. I knew it like the back of my hand. I double checked that everything was in my already-doodled on backpack, and walked through the door.
I was about to walk past my locker, already full with my book, binders, and other random crap that I deemed necessary for school, when I saw a note taped to my locker. Great. Already have some sort of violation. I stuffed the note in my pocket for later and I pulled out my schedule, found my homeroom, and plunked my stuff down. I looked around. None of my friends were in my homeroom. I was the only one with a last name in this region of the alphabet. I didn't see anyone I didn't already know. Small school'll do that to you.
Wait. There in the corner. A blonde kid was leaning against the wall, observing everyone in the class room. He was a new kid, alright, but I hadn't heard about him. Rumors about new kids spread like wildfire in a small town, but all the rumors had been about girls. Nothing about a blonde boy with eyes the color of the Great Lakes and a glare that could freeze a person in their tracks. It was then that I realized he had his eyes trained on me. I replied with the best glare I could muster and flipped him off. That had apparently shocked him, 'cause he widened his eyes and blinked.
I took the opportunity to see what exactly I had done to get a detention so early in the year, pulling out the now-crumpled sheet. To my surprise, it wasn't a detention slip, but what looked like a letter.
DEAR ALEXA JONES,
I DON'T HAVE A LOT OF TIME. ANY SECOND, THEY'RE GOING TO COME CRASHING THROUGH MY FRONT DOOR TO TAKE ME TO MY DEATH. THAT'S WHY I HAVE TO TELL YOU THIS NOW. YOU CAN TRUST MICHAEL AND NATHAN AND THE REST OF THE PEOPLE AT GHOST. THEY ARE PROBABLY THE ONLY PEOPLE YOU CAN TRUST. BECAUSE IF THE CONTINENT ASSOCIATION KNOWs YOU'RE ALIVE (WHICH THEY PROBABLY DO), THEN THEY'LL WANT YOU DEAD BEFORE YOU CAN GAIN ALL YOUR MEMORIES BACK, AND AT THE SAME TIME, YOUR STATEHOOD. ONCE YOU HAVE THOSE BACK, IT'S GONNA BE A PAIN IN THE NECK TO TRY TO KILL YOU. TRUST GHOST, AND EVERYTHING WILL TURN OUT FINE FOR YOU, AND ME.
ALEXANDRA COLUMBUS JONES,
THE STATE OF OHIO
Someone really wanted to get on my bad side this year. Really? What kind of idiot would believe something like this? I re-crumpled the note and shoved it into my pocket
The teacher entered the room; a crabby old lady that I had last year for pre-al. When she looked at Glare-boy, he imminently made his was towards the only open seat left: the one next to mine. I tried to ignore him. The teacher started role call.
"David Firmansky."
"Here."
"Leah Foreste."
"Here."
"Gregory Heist."
"Here."
It went on like this for a while until she got to my name.
"Alexa Jones."
"Here," I replied. I was about to drift back to the world of daydreams when the next name was called.
"Nathan Jones." Some guy had the same last name as me? The Ohio chick who sent me a letter had mentioned a Nathan, but I ignored it. Probably just a coincidence
"Here," Glare-boy said, the tone of his voice indicating that he didn't really care. A bunch of girls turned around to see who this new kid was. Most of them had shocked expression on, and I'm still surprised that Kelsey Karkresen didn't faint from the amount of blood leaking from her nose. There is seriously something wrong with that girl. Well, anyways, while most of the girls and a few of the guys were secretly plotting things that I'm sure would end up with them being arrested, I found Nathan studying me again. This time, my glare did nothing. The teacher continued role call. And I gave up, drifting away until the bell rang.
It turned out that Nathan had every single class with me. Every. Single. Class. By the end of the day, my head had met the tables so many times that I'm pretty sure I lost a couple hundred brain cells. He hadn't really talked much, but there was something about his presence that aggravated me. He also didn't stop stare/ glaring at me. When the final bell rang, I literally leaped up, grabbed my stuff, and dragged Nathan into the hallway and out the front door of the school.
"What is your problem with me?" I almost-yelled. Nathan held up his hands.
"Look," he said. "I think I need to explain some things to you. This is gonna sound pretty crazy." I raised an eyebrow. "I'm the personification of Michigan."
"Yep, that sounds pretty crazy," I said, then turned away. First the guy had the same last name and schedule as me and annoyed me to hell in only the first day, but now he's claiming to be the persona-whatsits of Michigan? The dude's crazy, I concluded.
"Wait!" He called. I sped up my pace. "I need to talk to you! You're in danger!" I started running, and didn't look back until I got home. He hadn't followed me, but a feeling in my gut told me that ignoring him had been a bad idea. Oh well. I went inside and made myself a cheese sandwich. My parents were both still at work, and my older sister had left for college a few days ago. I decided to call up my friends and go to the mall.
We ended up staying a few hours later than we planned, so by the time I walked up the street to my house, it was dark. I could see the lights on and the cars in the driveway, so my parents were home. My mom was most likely making dinner, and I would bet everything that I had that my dad was watching sports or politics.
"Alexa!" someone called out. I turned around. It was Nathan, panting as he ran up to me "Wait!" I sighed.
"What do you want now, you creep?" I asked, oozing as much venom into my voice as I could. I had finally gotten the guy out of my mind when he shows up at my house.
"We have to get away from here!" he yelled. He came up to me, sweat gleaming on his forehead in the low light. Just how far had he run?
"Why?" I asked, tilting my head slightly and putting my hands on my hips. Nathan ignored it.
"We just gotta get away!"
"Uh. Can't you just leave me alone?" I asked, turning back towards my house.
That's when it exploded.
Well, after watching my house blow up and my family die, I was kinda shell shocked, and I don't really remember much after that. Nathan called Michael, and they took turns driving me north. When I woke up and finally started talking to them (which was several weeks later. Major trauma), they explained everything to me, and Michael shot Nathan in the head (No, unfortunately, he didn't die) just to prove they were personifications. They told me I was Ohio, and told me people were after me. Of course, I didn't believe them
"Why?" I asked one day.
"They want you dead," Nathan replied, not saying anything else. I got a feeling that was all I was gonna get. He didn't really talk as much as he had at school. Michael, however, was more open. There were nights were we watched movies and danced until we collapsed. It was amazing, and Michael soon became my new best friend. Seeing as I couldn't go back to Ohio and my old friends, who were most likely dead, as depressing as that thought was. I kinda still miss them.
Now we're on our way to Lansing, Nathan's capitol. That's where we'll meet up with Alfred F. Jones, the personification of America. I picture him as some serious mid thirties guy who doesn't take crap from anyone. I end up being dead wrong.
"Al!" Michael calls once we reach the airport unloading place thing. I don't really remember what it's called. What? Don't judge me. "Alfred!" he calls again. I see an arm raise above the crowd, and then Alfred F. Jones, the personification of the United Stated of America, steps into view.
"Yo! 'Sup, Mike?" a guy no older than 20 asks. He and Michael exchange fist bumps, then he walks over to me. He looks about the age of my sister, 19-20, and has wheat-colored hair, blue eyes, glasses, a weird cowlick, and a large grin. This is my country? Seriously? He looks more like a college kid than a nation. Then again, America is fairly young by nation standards. I just shrug and shake his outstretched hand.
"So you're our new Ohio?" he asks. I shrug.
"I guess. I didn't really believe Michael and Nathan when they told me."
America looks me over, then smiles. "Yep, you're her. Don't worry, the memories will kick in eventually. Actually dying has happened to me a few times, but the memories always came back a few months after the states or other nations found me." He smiles wider, then laughs.
"Don't worry, we'll find the guys who want you dead and make sure they don't bother you any more. You mind staying with Nathan and Michael for a while? Michael's in a similar position as you, but he didn't actually die. Hmm. Out of all the states that were targeted, you were the only one who actually died to the point you couldn't come back. They tell you you were burned? That's one of the only ways a personification can be killed without destroying what they represent. That, and being torn apart into a bunch of tiny pieces." I shudder at the thought.
"Well, good thing they found you. The bad guys seem to want you to stay dead for some reason." And then the personification of America walked away, laughing his loud and obnoxious laugh.
"Was that really America?" I ask once I can't hear him any more. Nathan nods.
"Yep." he says.
"Not what you expected?" Michael asks as we start walking. I nod. "I know," he says. "When I first met him, he was really loud and annoying. But there's something about him that can cheer up even the gloomiest person."
"Ah," I say, nodding. Okay. Awkward silence...
"Well," Micheal says after clearing his throat. "We're all going to a secret location where all of the states, whether targeted or not, will stay until this whole thing blows over."
"Cool," I say, not really paying attention. I'm staring at the little coffee shop we just passed. My stomach growls. Nathan follows my gaze and turns to walk towards it. I follow him.
"Wait! Guys!" Michael yells as he runs after us. We ignore him.
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"Mmmm," I say as I sip my coffee. It may still be 75 degrees outside, but coffee is good anytime. I reach for a doughnut when suddenly it's grabbed by Nathan. I glare at him before he starts to eat it.
"Hey!" I exclaim. "That's mine, Nathan!" I freeze, my eyes widen, and I motion for the others to stay silent. Where had that feeling come from? Nathan and Michael wear confused expressions.
"What's wrong?" Nathan asks hesitantly, like he knows whats happening but needs confirmation.
"I think... we're being watched," I say. Silence. Awkward silence. Yeah...
"I think you're just being paranoid." Michael says finally. I nod in agreement. Then I reach over and take what's left of my doughnut.
"Hey!" Nathan exclaims. I laugh and finish the once-circular food of awesomeness. I love doughnuts. I stick my tongue out and take another doughnut. Yep. My life can be a pain sometimes *coughNathancough,* but I think I'll get used to it eventually. Let's just hope I can survive all the other states while simultaneously having over 200 years of memories jammed into my brain. Wish me luck.
Hi, everyone! *waves* I'm DeepSentinel, but you can call me Deep. Or Sentinel. Or whatever. I don't really care. :)
Headcanon time! The states are just like any other personification, and were around before England ever came here, same with America, and represented various native tribes. There were actually more Personifications back then. No personification is actually blood-related (cause there is no way I'm writing incest) but they can have similar relationships as if they were. Any body of people that have some kind of self-governing power (like a state or county) has a personification, but the less independent they are, the younger they are physically. Actual age has something to do with it, too. The states have the bodies of kids ranging in age from 12 (Hawaii) to 18 (Delaware). If a personification suffers a normally lethal injury (like getting shot in the head), they don't die unless their body is destroyed to the point where it's unrecognizable. If they do really die, they get reborn, and live a normal human life until other personifications find them, usually at the age they looked when they died. Then they start the memory recovery process, which has been as short as a few days, but as long as a few years. So there's no telling when Ohio'll get her memories of being Ohio back. Thank you if you actually read all of that.
I have no beta, so If you spot any spelling, or grammar mistakes, please tell me!
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