Disclaimer: I own the OCs of the states, but nothing else.
WARNING: I'm going to try to be as accurate as possible with researching things, but I may have some inaccuracies on everything.
==Chapter One; Kansas is a state!
Martin Jones, otherwise known as the representation of the territory of Kansas, was fifteen years old in 1860. He had dark blond hair that went to his shoulders, and bright brown eyes; he was always unsure, constantly fighting with himself, and wondering if he would ever be good enough to become a state. It was that time when he would try to prove himself, but always second guess himself and fall back, quieting down.
His life was hard. As a territory, many of his settlers were from both the north and the south. Many wanted slavery, and then many others didn't. It would be easier if he were a state, since then he had legitimate laws that could ban slavery, or allow it. All America would tell him, "I'm trying, Kansas, but I don't know for sure."
It wasn't until the twenty ninth of January of 1861.
Martin had been sitting in a meeting about how to better organize the militia. He was in his element, explaining that they needed to rustle up the boys and make them eager to be in there, should the time for war come. The young state had been told that they wouldn't be involved in the war if they weren't a state; if there even would be a war. That's when someone had barged in, yelling excitedly about how Kansas was accepted.
Martin, young and struggling with an argument over the militia, didn't understand. That is, until he saw THE CONSERVATIVE.
"KANSAS IN THE UNION." it read, "WE WILL FIGHT FOR THE UNION."
Martin immediately looked up Marcus J Parrot, asking him if it was true. The Congressional Delegate of Kansas confirmed it for the young state.
But he still couldn't believe it.
"KANSAS! KANSAS, MARTIN!" He was hailed shortly after by his older brother, Lucas. The young boy turned, looking up at his taller brother.
"Yes Missouri?"
"What do you-? WHY ARE YOU NOT CELEBRATING!? You're in the Union! You're a state! After four years, you're a state!" Missouri cried. The seventeen year old state had been admitted back in 1821, but still acted like he had back when he was first admitted. Like America, Lucas had blonde hair and bright blue eyes, though he didn't have glasses, and his hair was shorter than America's. He was only an inch or two taller than Martin, but Lucas still seemed giant to his younger neighbor.
"It... It's true?" It finally began to sink in. He was a state. He was a state. "I'M A STATE!" He immediately jumped up, wrapping himself around Lucas in a tight hug, legs circling the older boy. "I'M A STATE LUCAS! I'M A STATE!"
"Yes! YES!" Lucas laughed, spinning as he held his younger brother. "KANSAS IS A STATE!"
"KANSAS!" Arkansas was in the neighborhood as well, it seemed. His human side was named after England, named Arthur, though Martin didn't know why. The taller boy was sixteen, a neighbor to Lucas and Martin, and the twenty fifth state. He had short, dark brown hair and lovely, dark green eyes. "HOLY LORD, KANSAS! YOU'RE A STATE!"
It was a good day for Martin Jones, for Kansas; the newest state in the Union.
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A/N: Kansas had to try 4 times to be admitted into the Union.
Marcus J. Parrot was a real delegate.
According to , Marcus J. Parrot told Abel Carter Wilder, a "chairman of the Republican central committee for Kansas". Abel Carter Wilder's brother was Daniel Webster Wilder, who was the editor of THE CONSERVATIVE.
The link will be on my profile, if you want to see the actual cartoon and read more about it. I just wanted to start off happy, since this is going to be a depressing story.