S: My first non-poem one-shot, don't kill me! And I know that the countries are OOC, sorry bout that. ^^

Summary: What a parent never really wants to answer, and a young state's interpretation of his position. "How are states made?"USxUK

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Hawaii was curious. Very curious. Almost too curious, one might say. But as the youngest of all 50 states, he had a right to be. Whenever he had a question, he usually went to his father, America.

Instead, today he went to his brother Nebraska, who was blending in with a group of tourists. "Kaikua'ana," he asked the older state. "How were we made?" Nebraska, slightly disturbed by the younger's question, shooed him away.

"If you really want to know, go ask a country or something." Hawaii nodded and wandered off to look for somebody else to ask.

As fate had it, he stumbled across China, who was building another Chinatown within America's borders. "Oh, Paka," he asked again. "How are states made?"

"Why don't you ask America or England?" China suggested, not wanting Alfred to blame him if any of the younger states became corrupted. Heaven forbid China did that. After all, that was France's job. The young state nodded and went away, calling out for his dad.

"Ah! Papa!" Hawaii called out. Like his father, he had inherited his atmosphere-reading skills, or lack of, and walked into the middle of a three-way fight between America, England and France. All three countries paused for a minute and looked at the young state, who immediately jumped into his routine. "How are states made?"

"Ahem...well, you see..." Alfred coughed. None of the other states had asked him that question, so he wasn't very experienced with the whole parental bit.

"When two countries love each other very much," France interrupted, much to the other countries' horror. "states are born." America sighed in relief. Even Francis knew when to keep his trap shut.

"Ah," Hawaii turned to Alfred again. "So that means that you love England very, very, VERY much!"

"Wh-what makes you say that?" He had turned a shade of deep red, and Arthur was backing away slowly as his face paled at the thought.

"Well," Hawaii concluded as though it were the most obvious thing in the world. "I always see you with him, and there ARE fifty of us, aren't there?"


Tell me if my translations are wrong!

Paka: China

Kaikua'ana: older brother