America has a pretty cool office. It was big, so that he can yell at multiple states. He had books on every country and every state, not to mention a very impressive filing systems. He also had a sleek Macbook, a high end printer, a really comfy, spinny chair, a nice oak desk, and a super cool view out the huge window behind his desk. Seeing all this, the countries were beginning to wonder if they really knew Alfred at all.

"So America, these teenagers we keep seeing, they are your children?" France inquired. America looked relived.

"Yeah, I didn't even know about them at first," he said, more at ease since they weren't freaking out.

"My, my, you have been busy," France mused.

"Oh bloody hell, America has children. Why must you torture me God?" England yelled at the ceiling. America beamed at the countries.

"You guys are taking this a lot better than I thought you would!"

"What I don't, like, understand is how you, like, got them so close in age, they must all have, like, totally different moms right?" Felix asked. America's smile faded.

"They weren't born, they're the states!" America exclaimed. That's when England fainted, he just toppled, face first, out of his chair.

"How is that possible? Explain this America," Germany demanded.

"Shouldn't we wake Mr. England up?" Japan questioned.

"He'll be fine, I, however have some awesome questions that need to be answered!" Prussia chastised Japan.

"If all your states are people, that means Alaska is alive, da?"

"Yeah, but he tends to stay out of sight," Alfred answered uneasily.

"America are you going to explain how these states came to be?" Germany yelled, while Italy stared at America with big eyes and Romano slept.

"I'm not entirely sure how they came too be, they just popped up a little after I did, as each colony got its name a new one showed up. England never noticed because he was overseas all the time," America explained.

"That's not how it works! Personifications can't just pop up like that!" Britain yelled.

"Prussia was right, Mr. England is fine," Japan murmured to himself.

"Sure they can! They exist because they're really are like a string of small countries that are all connected. The people from each state can be extremely different, or very similar. That's what Canada and I guessed," America admitted.

"Canada? Does he have personifications too?" Spain asked.

"Oops, uh…Mattie just comes over for Thanksgiving a lot," America lied.

"Right, and Feliciano and the potato bastard are just friends," Romano replied disbelievingly.

Then the door opened, signaling the arrival of Elizabeth, otherwise known as Virginia.

"Lizzy! There you are! Finally, this'll make it easier to explain now." America brightened up as his tenth child entered the room.

"Hey dad, what's going on? Micky just ran past me, doubled back, grabbed me by the shoulders and gleefully told me that you wanted to see me. What's wrong?"

"Why do you always assume something's wrong?"

"The last time I saw Micky that happy it was when she heard that Owen fell out of a tree and broke both his legs."

"Oh that, I just told Micky to tell Owen to take over for the rest of her shoveling shift. You know how much he hates doing anything for her."

"Okay, so who are these people?"

"Well, the dude on the ground is Britain," Alfred gestured to Britain who was still on the ground and looking very rumpled.

"Really? I thought he'd be a bit more sophisticated," Virginia commented. England scowled at her.

"Today has been an off day for me."

"The one glaring at everyone is South Italy, and the guy next to him is North Italy. The albino is Prussia. The only one dressed properly for winter is Russia. The drill sergeant is Germany. The dude eating the tomato is Spain. The guy who really needs a hair cut is France, and the girly one is Poland."

"Hey! I'm not girly, I'm just, like, fashionable!" Poland protested.

"I don't need a hair cut, this is in style!" France yelled.

"Wait, are you telling them?" Virginia asked incredulously.

"They kind of just popped up, so I figured why not? Thing is, I'm not really sure how to explain the whole influence from other countries thing."

"You mean how you're my dad and England is technically my mom?"

"Yeah, that!"

"YOU'RE BLOODY JOKING, I'M NOT A WOMEN!" Britain yelled. "It's physically not possible."

"You know, Britain's not as tough as I imagined, I thought this guy used to be a pirate," Virginia commented to America. The rest of the countries were still staring slack-jawed at America, suddenly Russia beamed.

"This is wonderful, my little Alaska will be like me and not a hamburger-loving fool, da?"

"Well, he has the whole mysterious, silent type if that's what you mean," America answered.

"Are you kidding? That kid can be down right creepy sometimes," Virginia butted in.

"So, Mr. America, are you saying that the states have two parents, one of them is you and the other is the country with the most influence in them, or the one who founded them?" Japan clarified.

"That's a great way of putting it, but some of them are adopted, so I'm not their dad. For example Hawaii!" Italy snapped out of his funk just then.

"Can we meet the states? Ve, we could bond with them over pasta!"

"Dude that's a great idea! How would you guys feel about meeting the states?"

The various nations stated their agreement, their replies depending on their assorted stages of shock.

"This is great, the states have been dying to meet you guys. Hey, Virginia, do you want to do the introductions? You could show them around and stuff."

"Sorry dad, but West and I are leaving tomorrow for our time off. Florida invited us over to her place for our vacation, but I'll help you pick out someone to do it. It can't be just anyone one you know."

"Yeah, I know, that's why I asked you, but okay. How about Hawaii and Alaska together?" Russia grinned at the mention of Alaska while, Japan cringed at the mention of Hawaii.

"They're too young."

"Texas?"

"Too angry."

"New York?"

Both America and Virginia glanced at Britain.

"Let's not do any of the thirteen."

"Agreed, okay Florida?"

"No, I already told you, she's on vacation."

"California?"

"Too…oblivious."

"Nevada."

"Too all over the place."

"Wisconsin?"

"No, he's way too cheese obsessed."

"Oh, Ohio could do it!"

"Yeah, he could, but he can be a real asshole."

"Louisiana?"

"No, he'd be trying to match the states and countries up the entire time."

"He might try and do that anyway, but okay. How about Minnesota?"

"She's sweet and all, but do you really want her keeping order between the states and the countries?'

"Good point, so Indiana?"

"He could work, but he doesn't really connect with states that aren't part of the Midwest."

"Connect?"

"Yeah, he doesn't really know them. Sure he can name them, and he can recognize them but if they're not part of the Midwest he doesn't relate with them. Also, the other states don't really know him, so it would make getting along and doing introductions even more awkward," Virginia explained.

"If only he'd socialize more," America sighed.

"Yeah," Virginia agreed. "He could have been perfect."

"Okay, um…Michigan?"

"Michigan, she can be a little rude sometimes, but I think she'll work. She's got connections to most of these countries anyways."

"Okay, I'll call her!" America spun his chair to reveal fifty-three buttons all labeled with state names. He pressed the Michigan one and suddenly the room was filled with loud rap music.

"Ugh, I hate Eminem," Virginia groaned.

"Michigan! Hey, Michigan! I need to talk to you! MICHIGAN!"

"She's never going to hear over that music," Virginia noted. Alfred nodded and then presses the button for Indiana.

"Hey, Indie!"

"What's up dad?"

"Can you send Michigan down here, she can't hear me over her music."

"I knew she did something to Owen! That girl was dancing down the hallway cackling. I knew something was up!"

"No, she's not-" America tried to explain but Indiana cut off already. Alfred turned back to the countries then.

"Okay, so I'm assigning one of my states to show you around and introduce you to my other states. It might take a while, 'cause the house is kind of big and they tend to come and go. You'll probably be here for a week or two, or a month. I'll have bedrooms set up for you." America turned back to his intercom system and pressed a button off to the side that was labeled 'maids'.

"Hello? Can I have nine bedrooms cleaned up in the guest wing?" Alfred asked.

"Sure, it'll be the first nine, I'll leave the doors unlocked and the keys in the room." A voice replied.

Then Michigan burst into the office.

"Dad! Indie said I was in trouble, but I swear I didn't do anything!" Michigan defended herself.

It took the countries a moment to realize that this was the same girl who escorted them in, she looked a bit different without her snow clothes on. She was wearing a T-shirt that said, 'Detroit Vs. Everybody', boots, cargo pants, and a utility belt was slung on her hips with a wrench hooked on to one side and a gun holstered on the other.

"I know, you're here for something else."

"Really? That's great." Michigan plopped into one of the extra chairs. "So who're all these dudes? Did you conquer a country in secret or something?"

"No, these are some other countries."

"Don't tell me we're going to war."

"What? No, I've decided to introduce my states to the world."

"Ooookay, so why am I here?"

"I was wondering if you would introduce them to your siblings, and show them around."

"Why me?"

"Well, you're in the middle, and you have connections to most of these countries, so you seemed like a good option."

"A'ight," Michigan answered.

"Really?"

"Yeah, it'll get me out of chores for a few days." Michigan stood up then. "Yo! I'm Maia Jones, a.k.a Michigan. I'mma be showin' you guys 'round."

Virginia grinned at Michigan, "You're really embracing the whole 'Thug' stereotype, aren't you?"

"As my mother would say, oui (yes)," Michigan replied. Virginia rolled her eyes.

"Ignore her attitude," Virginia advised the countries. "She just likes acting like a gangster. It's the Detroit in her."

France perked up, and gave his new daughter a second look. "Hmmm, this will be very interesting," France thought to himself.

"So, Ginny, what're you thinkin' about all this?" Michigan asked.

"I think it's a good timing to reveal ourselves."

"You got any insights on the countries you might wanna pass along to me?"

"Not really, although I thought Britain would be manlier."

"Is Britain the dude on the floor?"

"Yeah."

"Why's he on the floor? I thought he was suppose to be all sophisticated and shit."

"I have no idea, but I've learned to just roll with some things."

Michigan made a face.

"Do you think he'll get a lot of trouble with the other states?" Michigan questioned. Virginia shook her head.

"No, they don't want to get dad angry."

"Dad won't get angry if nobody tells him. How would he find out?"

"You would tell him, that's your job now."

"Oh. Is it too late to resign?"

"Yes, now you better do your best during this job."

"Okay, so who's who?" Michigan asked. America pointed around the room again and said names.

"Can you show them to the guest rooms? You can get started tomorrow." America said.

"Sure thing," Michigan walked to the door and flashed a grin at the countries. "Allons-y! (let's go)"

The countries followed her out the door, knowing that they were in for a very interesting month.

WHY I PICKED MICHIGAN?

So I've seen loads of other stories about some of the other states, and I wanted to do a state that's not as common, plus Michigan's pretty freaking cool, and she's my favorite state. Don't worry though, the other states will have lots of screen time.

Last Edited: January 4th, 2015