"Hello?" I call out quietly. "Is anyone there? Hello?" I call again. This time I hear an answer.
"Where are you? Keep yelling so I can find you!" the voice calls back. I head in the direction of the voice.
"Hello! I'm over here! Please help me! I'm cold!" I yell out. I shiver, rubbing my arms. "Help! Can you find me?" I ask.
"Stay still! Don't walk!" a voice calls. It's much closer now.
"Okay! Please find me! I'm scared! Please help!" I call into the night air again. I shiver again, rubbing my arms faster. I can hear footsteps coming towards me. I look up as a boy with white hair and blue eyes enters the clearing I'm in. He looks over at me, whipping off his jacket.
"Don't worry. You'll be fine. I'll get you to my family's house, ja?" he says comfortingly. I nod, scared. I snuggle myself deeper in his warm jacket. At least he can't see my eyes. The last woman called me a demon when she did.
"Thank you," I say to the boy. He beams and picks me up. I jump in surprise. He laughs a bit obnoxiously. I smile happily. He smiles back and sets off at a brisk pace. Soon I fall asleep in his arms.
The next morning, I wake up in a bed. I look around, my eyes wide. I hear a laugh next to me. "Kesesese~ You are so cute," the boy from last night says, ruffling my brown hair. I look up at him, expecting him to jump up and call me a demon. Instead he seems transfixed by my eyes. "Wow, your eyes are so pretty," he murmurs. "The last time I saw red eyes was during the Revolution," he says. I tilt my head.
"Aren't you a little young for the Revolution?" I ask in a whisper. The boy laughs and shakes his head.
"Nein. I'm Drew Beilschmidt, also known as Pennsylvania," he tells me. "And you are going to be called Ezra Jones. You are going to be my little brother," he says tenderly, putting his hand on my shoulder. I smile at him.
"Will we be best friends forever?" I ask him. He nods. "Are you going to protect me when I can't protect myself?" I ask. He nods.
"Missouri, you will be under my protection from now, until the end of time, or this nation. Whichever comes first," he tells me. I smile.
"Does that mean no more mean women are going to kick me out of their house yelling 'demon'?" I ask. Pennsylvania nods. I grin, throwing my small arms around his neck. "Thank you, big brother," I say into his shirt.
"No problem, little katje," he tells me, hugging me back.
A/N:
Next up is Louisiana, France and Spain.