So yes, the civil war is over. America is finally at peace then shortly after the war Confederate America comes back. Yes (but mainly to the affect of annoying her arrogant older brother)
*cue "Hetalia" opening!*
"I ain't helping y'all do your yiping at each other, let's just lay that out here nice and flat!"
"Who are you?" (Possibly) Japan asked looking at the shape of the girl sitting at the back eating a piece of chicken.
"Uhh, been a while but y'all can call me District of Columbia, I think I bout outgrown that other title."
"You can't just change like that dude! It's not right!" America said standing up.
"Neither was changing my people's rights. But that didn't stop you!" D.C. corrected buttoning the long trench coat she wore covering her Victorian era dress.
"How long have you?" Finland spoke up quietly watching the two.
"Been here the whole thing, you know. I thought these things were like supposed to actually do something."
"You may sit down District of Columbia." Britan snorted her was as he sat back in his seat.
"I ain't sitting down." She said folding her arms, her wrist turned up and she took another bite of the chicken. "And don't y'all go telling me I got an eatin problem!"
"Fairly that was only me, they really had nothing to do with you deciding to be stupid."
"Again, how was that my fault?"
"Confed... District of Columbia. You should ask me first before you walk in here like what's up! I'm part of America now!"
"I am."
"Like, no your not!"
"Try me."
"That isn't how things are done here!"
"New rules."
"Still stuffing your face, this is why your fat and going to die alone!"
"I'm the one with a problem!?"
"CHILDREN!" Germany spoke up in his usual deep voice.
"America called me fat, ain't my fault the boy gots a problem with hormoned meat."
"Like that fried junk is any better for you!"
"Sweet tea happens to be quite better for you than that fizzy pop you go round drinking!"
"It isn't pop! Soda! and it's diet!"
"It was an implied message doll."
"For what?"
"You to pop it where it hurts and take a step back and accept I'm actually doing something with my life!"
"So that is really how things are I can't believe you! like why!"
"Your the one who took an insult and called me fat, that there is one thing you do not call a lady!"
"If you hate us up north so much why'd you pick up there for your house?"
"It's near Virginia, they've always been my power player!"
"So you pick it because of Virginia. Who not stay south?"
"So still playing that card? Listen here sweetheart, it's only been a few years. I bet all them would follow right behind me give 'Em a chance!"
"Would they not take you back? can't accept defeat?"
"That is it!" She growled inches away from her brothers face she dropped the piece of chicken back into the tub and gripped a tight fist. "I have put up with a lot of you for too long! I am not your little sister anymore, I suggest you start treating me like I am an equal!"
"Why? clearly you have no idea of the maturity level it takes to be considered an adult."
"Is this really the appropriate time for this?" England asked not looking up from his cup of tea. "the both of you have no maturity level, so why bother arguing about it?"
"Oui!" France jumped in with an odd smirk. "none."
"Why is everything like my fault!" America growled not taking his eyes off his sisters. D.C. looked him in the eye, her fist still tightly clutched.
"You might want to take us seriously, even though that is a foreign concept for you yankee!"
"I know how to take things seriously!"
"That is so true." England chuckled in a sarcastic tone.
"I have lived in your closet for the past few years, well. Off and on with Canada also, but still you have no idea what the word even means!"
"Yes I do!"
"Then prove it!"
"District of Columbia will now be recognized as a part of the America territory! There!"
"Was that so hard?" she said placing another bobby pin in to hold her light brown hair in a bun on the side, a piece of hair kept slipping but she tucked it back in. "now if y'all will excuse me, I got a few things I need to do."
Later at America's house.
"What was that!"
"You know what!"
"Sure thing, evil!"
"That was not evil, it was simply doing what I know how to do best."
"That is?"
"Play the little sister card!"
"You played that card years ago!"
"No I didn't, I ain't one for folding before I know my score!"
"I have no idea what that means!'
"Yes you do."
"No I don't really..."
"Yeah y'all do. You ain't got a respect from those other guys, that's why I swooped back in."
"I have plenty respect!"
"I got laughed at for saying so was your little sister!"
"Soo?"
"Not to mention poor Canada!"
"So your on Canada's side now!"
"NO, poor Canada got beat."
The two stopped yelling and both of them panted catching a breath. D.C. folded her arms and her clear blue eyes narrowed into slits, her hair was in its usual bun at the side of her head. She held her chin up and never broke the stare.
"I think I should take over your international affairs."