Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia. Copyrights Hidekaz Himaruya, the awesome.
This is my first fic using OCs. With Prairie Blossom's permission I was able to use her Washington OC (thanks so much Prairie! Much appreciated!~ You're awesome). The character of Virginia (and Massachusetts, later on) is my OC – I love my state. :D But yeah. I got this idea while on vacation in Florida. I got a little homesick, so what do I do? Think of Hetalia of course! /fail
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This Little Land of Mine
Washington, D.C., November 2011
"Who's that over there, sitting in the window? That's not America, is it?" A clear, rounded voice broke the silence that had pervaded in the hallway for a few short moments.
"No, no, Washington. That's Virginia: he looks a lot like America, however, doesn't he? His history is deeply entwined with America's adolescence... Pray tell, why were you looking for America?" A different voice this time, moderately toned and embellished with a distinct English accent, a voice that hadn't changed even over the course of the four long centuries that the boy perched upon the windowsill in question had known Great Britain.
"I wanted to ask him about a few things, but I'm not worried about it anymore. I'll ask Virginia instead," Washington remarked, cracking open an aged and yellowed tome of some history book that he had happened across, situated within his grasp, "but thanks, Britain."
"Sure, lad," Britain patted the straight, shoulder-length obsidian hair that barely brushed Washington's shoulders before the young state hurried away, a wispy yet ominous-appearing slate gray raincloud hovering close behind him.
Virginia turned away from the elegant arched window in which he sat, hazel eyes flecked with gold appraising his fellow state that approached. Carding a hand through choppy, sienna-hued hair with two chin-length pieces that draped each side of his face, a huge welcoming grin spreading almost instantly across his fading pensive expression. "Hey, WA. Heard yer lookin' for 'Merica?" the cordial state inquired, his voice marked with an obvious Southern drawl that had emphasized his words since just before the American Revolution.
Washington nodded, motioning to the leatherbound volume in his hands as emerald eyes scanned whatever page he had turned to. "Yeah. I had heard some things from Delaware recently involving our big brother and Britain and… you, during the time of English colonization. I was going to ask America to clarify a few things for me about this era, but seeing as I haven't been able to find him, could I ask you about it?"
The tanned skin surrounding Virginia's eyes noticeably tightened behind black glasses, though the smile upon his face refused to falter. "'Course. Ask me anything, but I'll warn ya… y'all might not like whatch'yer probably gonna hear."
Washington nodded, turning for a moment to whisper something to his cloud, who promptly flew out of the room; it returned a few minutes later with a white cardboard cup clasped within its laden fibers, which it handed off to the Pacific state. "Okay. Could you start at the time of your colonization in 1607? That time is rather vague in the history books." The distinct aroma of coffee flavored with hazelnut wafted from Washington as he stole a swig from his slightly-damp cup, crouching to take a seat upon the floor with his book splayed in front of him.
Virginia scooted off the edge of the windowsill and lowered himself into a cross-legged sit in front of the alabaster-skinned Washington, pushing his plastic frames farther up the bridge of his nose before popping his knuckles as if he were about to take on some serious physical work. "Alright. That was the time before I even had my official name… right 'round the time I first met 'Merica…"
To be continued.