Chapter 2: Answers! Now!
Georgia and California are the next states, so if you have any ideas on them please let me know!
"What are you going to do?" Alaska asked, worried.
"Don't worry, but right now I gotta go,"America hung up without a response and looked at the thirteen year old girl in the doorway. She had straight, dark brown-black hair that she held in two ponytails on the sides of her head and vibrant green eyes. She also had side-bangs that swooped over to her right, and a small, weird cowlick like America's.
She wore a pastel brown sweater vest with a dress shirt under it; a flower shirt-pin and a small pearl necklace. But, on the contrary, she also sported light, kaki cargo shorts that she pulled off well and ankle boots for hiking.
Germany decided to say something, but before he could respond to the situation with one word the girl gave an exasperated sigh and turned left and walked up the wall, across the ceiling, and stopped in front of America.
A few countries screamed at this unexpected reaction, but America just simply looked at the ceiling and said,"Dude, do you know how hard it is to get scuff marks off the ceiling?" At this the girl smirked and walked down the other wall and stood behind America. America turned around to face her and asked,"So, what is your excuse for breaking one of my most important rules and barging into a meeting?"
"Why not?" She countered with a smirk and a Boston accent.
"You know exactly why," America explained. "You were there when the rules for-"
"When the rules for yous and the other states were put in place for protection. Ya da, ya da, ya da, I've heard your speech a million times,"The girl interrupted. "But that was-" she paused and counted her fingers briefly,"Almost two hundred years ago!"
"The Constitution was made over two centuries ago and that isn't being thrown out the window,"America contradicted.
The girl looked a little frustrated. She was obviously very stubborn. "Yeah-well. I mean, we're not in any danger, we're not at war with anybody (kind-of), there's no big risk! Plus, it might be nice to meet somebody new who won't just up and die in sixty years."
The other nations were in shock and confusion. What was this person talking about? What did America have to do with this? With what she was saying. With her!
"Or at least just tell them we exist!" The girl added.
America held onto what he had left of his loosing side. "I can't do that."
The young girl who had walked into the meeting, momentarily glanced at the confused expressions that were looking her way. She smirked at America and said,"Well, looks like you're on the loosin' end b'cause they looks a lot like they got some questions for ya." There was a moment of silence where America was processing what she had just said. She gave a little giggle then she scuffed her right heel against the floor and she was gone.
America stood there for a moment and tapped his foot on the floor a few times before saying,"Dangit, why's she always have to outsmart me like that?" He swiftly turned back to the podium, looked down at his notes to avoid eye contact, and said,"Anyway! As I was saying, global warming-"
"Oh no no no, you are not bypassing what just took place. What just happened?" Canada cut in.
"I don't know what you guys are talking about,"America laughed nervously.
France looked at America confused and said,"Um, excuse me? Are you not going to tell us who just barged into the meeting room?"
"Not to mention the fact that they walked up the wall,"Germany added.
Then America was bombarded with questions. Overwhelmed America said,"Okay okay, can you guys ask me one at a time or something?"
"Who was that?" England asked.
"Someone,"America answered, avoiding the subject.
"Oh come on- how do you know them?" England asked, exasperated.
Anerica sighed and said,"Ugh, she knew this was going to happen didn't she? Geez. The person who just left was..." America paused briefly, despite knowing that putting things off wouldn't help his situation at all. "The personification of Massachusetts."
"Ah-ha!" Canada shouted and pointed at America. "I knew it!"
"Wait, how'd you know?" America asked, confused.
"Well I didn't actually know, but I suspected that your states were personified," Canada answered.
"Wait, your states are personified?"
"Aren't there fifty of them?"
America hesitated a moment before answering,"Yeah."
"Why haven't you told us that?" France asked in disbelief. This usually wasn't something that went unnoticed for so long.
America stopped to gather the words. "After the Revolutionary War most of the states were in pretty bad shape. You see, they're actually more vulnerable than us. They live forever and they heal quickly, but not as quickly as a personified country. And I knew that if other countries knew about these personifications then they could be targeted. And I obviously really didn't want that. So we- meaning the states that were personified and I- made a contract that said that their existence to other countries would have to stay unknown."
There was a moment of silence as the other nations in the room registered what America had just said. Then Italy spoke up and asked,"Wait, then, would you be like their dad?"
Everyone's heads whipped up and looked at America. "What? Oh, no no no. Definitely not. I would make a pretty crummy parent, ahahaha."
America paused in embarrassment before saying,"I'm more like their guardian figure, I guess. They're pretty independent on their own and they can take care of themselves, but we're all there for each other in our struggles."
With this said the rest of the G8 gained a better understanding of America's relationship with these personifications. But they still had a fair supply of questions. Annoyed, and a bit tired from the head rush, America simply said,"Okay, I guess you guys are just going to have to come with me." He snapped his fingers and they were gone.
The nations of the G8 stumbled as they hit solid ground. Where were they? Obviously not the meeting room. America was in front of them all in a driveway that came off of a main road.
The driveway that they were in led toward a large, white building. There seemed to be about three stories. The front porch looked quite cozy with the swing and hammock. There was also a small couch in the shape of an 'L'. There were a few cars in the driveway, but there were obviously more in the separate little garage that branched off of the house. The house had a fair amount of land around it. The rest was sheltered by trees.
"Where are we? How did we get here?" France asked, bewildered at the sudden change of scenery.
"The states like to call it the fifty cent house," America replied starting to walk up the driveway toward the house, the nations following behind. "It's where they stay if they ever have to come here to D.C. They travel here if they ever have important business or something. They also come here whenever I have a meeting because I always visit after a meeting and whenever I have the spare time."
"But how did we get here?" France asked again, a little worried at being transported somewhere he didn't know.
"Teleport thing,"America shrugged.
"What? You can do magic?" England asked.
"Yeah, all of your colonies can,"America replied. "Didn't you know that?"
America took England's blank expression as a no. He shrugged and said,"Actually, some of the states can do magic too. Massachusetts, obviously, Connecticut can do a little bit too, and Louisiana used to do Voodoo. Dunno if she still can."
The only noise they heard for a moment was the crunch of small stones under their feet. Then, Russia asked,"Why are we here then?"
"Well since you guys wanted to know so much about the states, and since each of them are too wonderful to describe only with words, you guys get to meet them!" America replied happily. He obviously cared so much about the states. To him they were family.
They reached the door and America was about to knock, but he stopped. He pivoted on his feet and turned to the rest of the G8 and said,"You guys might want to stay behind me."
"What do you mean by that?" Japan asked.
America turned back to the door and said,"Well, let's just say that some of the states can hold a grudge."
"You mean we could be in danger?!" England blurted.
"Well I mean you could if you were on a battlefield or in a dark alleyway with one of the more vengeful ones, but you don't have anything to worry about as long as I'm here,"America added. With that he knocked on the door.
Don't worry, it won't get cheesy. Or, at least, hopefully not, lol. With the descriptions for each state I'm actually doing a lot of research. (I literally have notes, lol.) I myself am an American, so I know at least a bit about this country and the states that make it up. If you wanna know what your state is gonna look like or their personality or something or you wanna give me a suggestion for your state or you have any other questions etc please message me! I'm always open to any of that. Anyway, onto the next chapter!