A/N: I was talking to my dad (while watching the sun rise over the ocean - yeah, I'm awesome) about the Charter Oak, and he told me the history of Connecticut. As he was speaking, all I could see was America whispering to the states "Dudes, we gotta hide this important thingy. It'll totally piss England off!" And, I've been making outlines for the states. So, here's what was born! They're going to be mini-chapters, but they'll be awesome!

Inside a small town hall, in a small room in the back of the white, columned building, behind a large wooden desk, sat a short man. His unusually large eyebrows rose in astonishment as his emerald green eyes scanned the letter in front of him. His slim fingers lifted a quill, dipped it delicately in a pot of ink, and scratched out several names.

His head shot up when the door creaked open and his thin lips spread into a soft smile. His eyes counted each child greedily as they lined up in front of the desk. He nodded to himself after totaling them up to all thirteen.

He pursed his lips and tapped his foot impatiently, his eyes never straying from the now open door, as he watched the hall until a young man stepped in. His eyes narrowed and the bright blue orbs blazed with fury when they landed on the man.

"Ameri-"

"What do you want", the younger snapped. "What more could you possibly want?"

England frowned and he ran a hand through already mussed locks. "You know what I want. I'm sure they have all told you." He motioned to the adolescents in front of him. "That is, after they handed them over, yes?"

Several of the kids hung their heads. More looked fearful. A few even glared at him with a burning hate, hot enough to melt the winters there in the Northeast.

"They have. And what right do you have to take them", he screamed, throwing his arms up in his outrage. "They're mine!"

"And you are mine", England pointed out.

"Not for much longer", America muttered.

The older shook his head. "I sincerely hope I did not hear what just came out of your disgusting mouth correctly, America", he chided as he rose from his seat. "I might just have to take you back to the house with me."

There was a spark of terror somewhere in those stormy blue irises. "You wouldn't dare", he hissed.

"I most certainly would, my dear boy, if you keep misbehaving. This…procedure is just to make sure you do not do anything to harm yourself. Or me."

The younger snorted and rolled his eyes. England walked around his desk to stand in front of a boy with strawberry-blond hair. The green of his eyes startled him, with how closely they resembled his own, as well as they way the lad's hair was almost constantly ruffled. But he did have America's infuriating curl atop his head.

England held out his hand, palm up. "Come now, hand it over. You are one of the few still holding their charter." He flicked his wrist, beckoning.

Connecticut lifted his chin, but revealed a scroll of paper. The others next to him shifted their weight uneasily.

"That's a good lad. See how easy that was? Now, just hand it to me."

"I am terribly sorry, but the document had an unfortunate meeting with the rain. Do try to keep it off your beautifully carved desk. You see, we don't want the ink staining the oak."

"That's fine, boy. Thank you for the warn-ack!"

There was a shout and the lights flickered before winking out completely.

"What in the blue blazes – someone turn the bloody lights back on!"

England shook himself and muttered something about electricity being too young to be used before turning to receive the charter again. His eyes widened when he found the fourteen children missing.

He heard a knock behind him and he whirled around. His hands clenched and he grit his teeth. He roared in anger as he spotted America smiling outside the window, the rain matting his golden hair, the settlements – and the charter as well – no where in sight.

A/N: I see the states as America's children. But, they're only settlements right now, so yeah.

Once again: I STILL WANT HELP FOR TSUNDERE!ENGLAND! Thank you.

And, here's what some of the states look like. I've done the outlines, but my best friend has been drawing them.

Connecticut (Tom Jones-Kirkland): http:/browse. /?q =lunakuchiki&order= 9&offset= 72#/d4rv6q1

Massachusetts (James Jones-Kirkland): http:/ .com/ ?q=lunakuchiki&order= 9&offset=72#/d4soe8f

Maine (Sam Jones-Kirkland): http:/ .com/ ?q=lunakuchiki&order= 9&offset=72#/d4sofqe

Maine will not be in this, because he wasn't a state until the end of the Revolutionary War. Sorry. Blame England.