A/N: Hey everyone! I know that this story was deleted months ago. However, complications came up and I had to delete this story because it just didn't feel right and I didn't know just what I was doing either. So, for those who have read this story when I first posted it, I apologize if it pissed you off or made you downright unhappy. Can't help that I lost inspiration and that I needed to do more research to make sure that it would be smooth sailing and accurate for those who would want to read this.

AnaJo Skylark has been a tremendous help with my development as an author and writer. I really don't know where I would be at the moment if it wasn't for her support and for my boyfriend,Dark Wolf-Soul who has been asking when the next chapter of Native America would be posted.

Hehe, also I just wanted to forewarn you guys that school for me starts in two days and my schedule is going to be hectic and I won't be able to post as soon and as frequently as you would like me to. So, sorry about that, but school comes first and foremost for me.

I have also made some changes to both Wilhelmina's appearance and her personality as well. It will better explained in this chapter as well as the next one once I get it finished and posted.

Anyways, I'm finished now. Hehe, hope you all enjoy my rewrite of State of Washington! :D

Introduction

It was a lovely day. The birds were chirping. No rain clouds were meant to be found. The howls of the wolfs and low thudding footfalls of bears could be heard. A light breeze was felt, along with the mild warmth of the sun. It was all-in-all a picture-perfect day in the State of Washington.

Rainfall was usually the norm on the western side of the state, while it was much more dryer and warmer towards the eastern side. Both side were separated by the Rocky Mountains that ran down the middle of both western and eastern side of the landscape. So, this was a sort of oddity among the human citizens living amongst each other. Well, not as much for their Personification that is.

She has been called odd and all sorts of names quite a few times over the years since she was born into this harsh and unforgiving world. Originally, she was born of a human and a Nation. Which is not uncommon, but not exactly recommended either. When she came to the physical age of 21, the aging process of a human no longer affected her and she was then turned into a Personification shortly thereafter. A process and experience she did not wish upon anyone. Her father's name is Alfred F. Jones; the Personification of the United States of America. Or just America for short. Her mother was a German-Irish immigrant that came to the states early on. It was exactly three years before the signing of the Declaration of Independence. Washington can still remember her mother well enough even after so many years.

The young Personification made a name for herself by becoming the international, and national, leading producer of apples, and the number one naval traders on the Seven Seas. While she was behind in second place behind her neighboring brother, Idaho, in the leading producers of potatoes, it didn't bother as much as she thought it would even after all these years.

However, what was really bothering her was the amount of hunting going on in her lands. Bears, deer, her beautiful wild horses, and even some of the wolves have gone down in population for quite some time. It was mostly because of them either being tamed and sent to zoos, or they are being used for meat and/or for their pelts to wear. She did not mind her people using the animals given as food or clothing, but not for sport.

A sigh left her small full lips as a piece of wheat straw dangled from them. Soft, full yet semi-hardened features laid claim to her face as well as the equally strong yet softly squared jawline that many would have died to get. Her stocky robust figure was in the form of a chubbier and much curvier version of an hourglass figure. A large bust that was round, soft and perfectly firm. Her waist had enough softness to perfectly conceal the well-earned hard rock abdominal muscles underneath. Wide and healthy birthing hips were attached to long, toned, yet very soft legs that were strong enough to rival that of the strongest bull's charging horns easily. Her hands slightly rough from years upon years supporting her apple orchards and potato fields to absolute perfection. Long, large, yet slender.

A cream-colored top with puffy long sleeves ending in a bell shape at the hem of said sleeve while the bottom of the shirt ended just below her own bottom. The collar itself was an oval-c shape that opened up into a V-neck to show off half of her cleavage and had a soft brown trim encircling the collar to give it some definition. Her Carhartt-clad legs stretched out as she then stood up from her spot-on top of the Rocky Mountains. As her Rockport-covered feet landed on the hard, rocky ground, her breasts slightly bouncing at the sudden movement. Unlike Ukraine, whose breasts bounced constantly and made comical sounds whenever she made the slightest of movement, Washington's did not.

Washington looked over the landscape on both sides of the mountain range before going back down the mountainside with the ease and grace of a mountain goat. She had climbed this very mountain many years ago, just after first meeting William Clark and Meriwether Lewis who was being led by their Shoshone companion, Sacajawea. It was a sight to see after only being around her mother for all those years. Washington was about 30 years old by then, but still had the looks of a child. It was both a gift and a curse.

Once reaching the foot of the mountain she made haste to her warm and cozy log cabin that her Uncle Matthew had made for her when she was finally recognized as a state. It has been quite challenging really, but it was all worth the struggle in the end.

Her log cabin was made from actual logs from the surrounding trees. However, on the inside, it looks like an actual home setting. Complete with the hardwood flooring, a large living room and kitchen, three bedrooms, two bathrooms, and an office space from when she must do some paperwork. However, what she was NOT expecting was the extra car in her front yard. Even more so unexpecting when it was her father's car. A soft groan escaped as she got rid of the wheat straw in her mouth and made her way inside groaning softly.

"What does he want now?"

The low slightly raspy tones can be expected from such a buxom woman as well as the sultry undertones that could be heard in her voice.

The buxom red-haired state went inside her cozy home to see her father, the United States of America, standing there looking at the few paintings and photos that she had from over the years. Some were with her other siblings, while others were of her winning produce competitions as well. She placed her straw hat on the shelf above the coat rack revealing a pair of big vibrant forest green eyes that could easily rival those of England's, Spain's, and Hungary's. Her waist length ginger red tresses fell in curls down her back. There were two small braids pulling it back out her face with it parted to the left side with stray strands framing her face as well. Freckles could be seen going across the bridge of her nose while her skin was a pale milky tone everywhere else with a few stray freckles here and there.

Washington leaned her tall voluptuous frame against the door as her father gently touched the painted face of her mother with a look of adoration and admiration. One that she was sure that he held for all the mothers of the rest of her siblings. Her brow left a shadow over her eyes as the teenaged face of her father kept gazing at her mother. Being personifications, they are forever immortal unless they are conquered by another personification or killed by one on the battlefield. It is not about the land that they have control over, though it is a part of it, this was mostly a way of saying that they are leaders whatever they have control over.

Washington knew this quite well. She had seen this with many of her sibling's rule over their people. Especially those in the New England and major metropolitan states. The power of their economies and money has always gone to their heads. The only times that show how friendly they can be is when they are away from their computers and cell phones for a few hours.

A very quiet sigh left her small yet full lips at the thought before turning her attention to the other person in the room.

"What are you doing here father?"

The startled yelp that escaped her bumptious and child-like father was quite amusing, to say the least. A small smirk reached her lips as she lifted her head to fully face the extra person in her living room.

"Dudette, don't do that! You nearly gave me a heart attack!"

A soft chuckle was heard from her lips as she fully stood up straight and her piercing green eyes locked with his own ocean blue eyes.

"At least we know you're still alive eh father? Hehe."

A hearty and loud laugh the older male occupant in contrast to his daughter's much more quieter giggles.

"You still haven't answered my question though."

The calm yet expectant expression on her face was enough to make the older man to get back on track.

"Oh, right! I'm here because that fucking Commie bastard wants to set up some trade agreements with you. He's going to at the next world meeting, and was hoping that you came as well."

Washington blinked quite owlishly as she processed the words that America just said. Russia, as in the largest country in the world Russia, wants to trade with her? It honestly did not make much sense to Washington. He could have set the terms for trade for any of her other East Coast siblings, and yet …

The young Evergreen State looked at America and nodded as if to say 'Alright, I'll go.'

What Washington would have experienced next could have never prepared her for the events beforehand.