Chapter 1~ Now and Then
All 50 of Them
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"America!" yelled a man wearing a green World War Two uniform, usually referred to as England, as he skidded around a corner while running up to a taller man than he, who had his back to him. "Are these rumors true about you?"
"Well, I guess that all varies." America said. He was holding something, but England couldn't see what it was as for America had his back to England.
"The rumor of one of your states or something of that sort getting a personality!" England shouted, not wanting to have to explain the whole story to America.
"SHUSH! Don't wake him up!" America said in a hushed whisper, annoyed at England for being so loud.
"What's wrong with you today-." England started, but then he saw what America was holding and immediately cut himself short. "What the bloody hell is that?"
"Hey! No cussing around Logan!" America almost shouted back at England, but he stopped when he felt the little bundle of blankets in his arms start to squirm. "Oh no… Not again…"
"What? What's wrong?" England asked, wondering what would make the great American go as white as a sheet.
"He's waking back up… It took me over an hour just to catch him… Then another hour to get him to finally go to sleep…"
"Oh." England said, understanding the situation. 'So the rumors are true.' he thought.
"Let me see him." England said. "I think I could put him back to sleep."
"Oh no…" America said, a look of absolute fear spreading across his face. "No, anything but that!" He was now pressing 'Logan' gently against his chest."No! Don't!"
"Don't what?"
"Give him something like a boring speech to put him to sleep!"
*Sigh* "Alfred, I was talking about singing him a lullaby."
"Oh…" America handed the bundle of blankets that now seemed to struggle to get free, only to get more and more tangled in the blankets.
As America handed England the buddle, England notices there was a tiny little face sticking out from the blankets. There was also a little tuff of thin, blonde hair that was visible above the forehead.
"Hush little baby don't you cry…" as England started to sing, Logan stopped struggling and looked up at England with his two huge ocean blue eyes, which after a minute, were starting to droop and shut.
"Wow," America said, before letting out a large yawn. "I forgot you were so great with kids."
"Yes, well, no one knows what they have until it's gone." England said sadly, handing 'Logan' back to America.
200 years later
*Sigh* "Where did I park that bloody car?" England grumbled.
He had just finished his grocery shopping, so his arms were too busy to get his car keys out of his pocket to find the location of his car.
"Would you like a cart?" came a voice behind England, startling him and almost causing him to drop a few items. "Oh, sorry! I didn't mean to startle you!"
"Oh, you're fine." England said as he turned around. "And yes, I think I could use a cart, thank you." He said to the young man who had offered him the cart.
The young man wore one of the shirts that were required for all Meijer's employees to wear, a dark pair of blue jeans, and a pair of Nike shoes. His hair was blond but died red in his bangs, so the blond roots were visible, but the tips were a light red hue, which suddenly faded into the natural blond one-fourth the way through his bangs.
"Here, I'll help you put those in the cart." He said as he watched England begin to struggle under all of the items.
"Thank you!" yelped a much relived England.
"By the way, my name's Logan Jones, it's nice to meet you." The man said, sticking his hand out towards England after he and England had placed most of England's groceries into the cart.
"Well Logan, it's nice to meet you too." England said, shaking Logan's hand. "My name's Arthur Kirkland."
With that, Logan helped England by pushing the cart to England's car, which happened to be in the next lane to the right, three cars in, and then proceeded to help by helping put his groceries into the car.
"I don't mean to be rude or anything, but won't your boss get a little mad that you aren't doing your job? I mean, unless this IS your job." England asked.
"Well, I was actually about to head home." Logan said. "My shift ended about fifteen minutes ago."
"Oh." England said. He was glad for the help though, don't get him wrong. "Well, thank you for the help anyways."
"I'm curious…" Logan said, trailed off.
"Yes?"
"Would you happen to be England?"
"W-What do you mean?" England asked. 'Wow. That was a dead give-away reaction you bloody idiot.' England thought to himself.
"You know, the Hetalia rep.?" Logan continued, almost as if nothing had happened.
"H-How do you know about that?" England worried.
"Well," Logan snickered. "I'm good at logic. I knew England's human name was Arthur Kirkland, and that he looked just like you. Put two and two together and you get four!" A slight pause. "Or was it fish…" Logan wondered absent-mindedly. "Well anyways, I came up with that you were England."
"Yes, I am England. But that doesn't answer my question." England stated. "How do you know about Hetalia. No living person, with the exception of the highest of government leaders, knows about it."
Logan paused and stared at England confused. "Y-You mean, you d-don't remember me? At all?" Logan asked, acting offended. *Hump* "Well, after 200 year, you would think someone would remember you!" Logan said, dramatically crossing his arms over his chest, and pointing his pouting face to his right.
"No. I don't know who you are, sorry." England asked unsurely, but added; "Why, should I know you?"
'Maybe Logan is a country or colony or something. He's definitely not someone of high governmental standing, if he's working at a Meijer's store.' England thought.
"Well, if it helps you to figure out who I am, my last name is Jones. But I've only meet you a few times, and that was when I was still a small child."
"Jones?... Logan?..." England stood there, a carton of milk in his hands, when it suddenly hit him.
"You're one of America's kids then?" England sighed, remembering his younger brother and his 50 kids.
"Actually, I'm his only child." Logan said as he continued to place the last of the groceries into the car, causing England to raise one of his ever so fluffy eyebrows.
"Only child? I could have sworn that he had around 50 kids." England said placing the milk into the car only to proceed by placing them on his hips.
"Nope." Logan said, leaning up against the car, crossing his right foot over his left and closed his eyes. "Just me mom, and dad. The others aren't technically his kids, or my siblings either. They just appeared there each time a new state appeared, well, I wasn't either, but I was adopted."
"Only child?" England thought for a minute. "Which state do you represent, anyways?"
"The District of Columbia." Logan said. "D.C. for short."
Logan took a small pause, then added; "Well, I guess all the states were born, but to regular citizens of that land mass."
"What do you mean by that?" England asked.
"Hm?" You mean you don't know?" Logan opened his eyes and looked at England with disbelief. "You mean you don't know how a new Hetalia or Nyotalia rep is… oh, what's the right word for it… Made? Created? Born? Yeah, I think that's right. How they're born." Logan asked.
"No I don't. I didn't even know that anyone did. And I thought they basically just appeared there, in a meadow, factory, or whatever is in that country."
"Well, then listen. Each rep. was born to an average family in that land." Logan began.
"WHAT?" England said in shock at what Logan had said.
"Listen, I was about to get to that." Logan said, sticking his hand out towards England and sticking his index finger towards the sky, motioning for England to wait.
"When a country, state, city, providence, or whatever it may be, gets to a certain age, an angel will appear and tell the parents that the land has claimed their child to represent it. Most parents would be proud that their child has the honor of this privilege, but as you can imagine, some parents aren't so enthused with the whole taking their child away part."
"An… Angel?" England asked as it all settled in.
"Yeah, like… Well, like a guardian angel I suppose." Logan agreed. "But the angel doesn't actually take their child away."
"But you just said-" England was cut off.
"It's a big misunderstanding made by most." Logan explained. "The parents can still raise their child, but the child shares the body with the spirit of the land."
"WHAT?" England shouted in disbelief and confusion. "Share the body?"
Logan looked at England, then continued.
*sigh* "The states, providences, capitals, or whatever, are not actually immortal like the countries, who live as long as the people recognize its flag." Logan explained.
"So how are you still here, 200 years later?" England asked, very confused.
"Well, we have to take the body of one of our citizens, since only our spirits are immortal like the countries'. But we don't really take over their bodies and control them, except in emergencies. They live their lives until they grow old enough to do things for the government, and then they have their lives, but government jobs. Then, when they get to another certain age, the state leaves that body for the next, which would be at the age where they get the government jobs." Logan continued. "so each state, providence, and what not each have two or three bodies at once. But the only interference we do with their lives is guiding them into the government jobs, and when they're in those jobs. Other than that, they are still themselves."
*Hump* "That's so much work." England said quietly. "Especially compared to the countries. We only have one body that we need to keep track of."
And that's a wrap! Chapter 1 up and running! I find it odd how I'll write a story down, but won't get the time or just won't want to type it down for a week or more… I finally found some time to type this, and that time was in the car on the way to my grandparents (who live about 650 miles away from my home.) I also found that I love the soundtrack from Dr. Who, which I bought from iTunes last night for $20, for 65 songs. That's a bargain if you ask me! Well, anyways, I'll try to write, type, then update more chapters A.S.A.P.!
Disclaimer: I don't own Meijer's, Nike, Hetalia or Nyotalia.
I DO own Logan, the state OCs that I have already (be free to press that review button (don't worry, it won't bite…. Much….) and give me your OCs for states or anything,), and most of the personalities of the states, and the Nyotalia reps. I don't base them off of stereotypes, just what I randomly think of (Example: Kansas; she's about 4 and thinks of D.C. as her big brother, and Maryland as her big sister. IDK how I come up with such random personalities… ) and the Nyotalia reps' personalities are mostly based off the Hetalia characters. Oh, and I also own how a county/ state/ whatever is made.
~*~*~*~*~ Edit 6/3/2012 ~*~*~*~*~
Hey peeps!
I edited chapter 1 today 'cuase I was bored, and apparently procrastinating on chapter 3, which I was originally going to type…
O.o …
My poor brother…
I'm sitting in the middle of the living room, listening to my mom yell at him for not doing his pages…
After telling her twice that he did them…
But I think that's all. For now at least.
I've got six whole pages of hand-written story that I've got to type, then download, but I don't really know when I'll do that.
Summer break has started for me, so I'll have more time to write/type, but also more time to procrastinate…
So, bye for now!