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"Why does it seem like Dakota doesn't like me?" Matthew leans over to the girl with the white flags waving around her while eating tomatoes which remind him of Feliciano and Spain mix into one. Her outfit was only a tan shirt with black shorts that were the length of her knees. She wasn't even shivering from the coldness of the snow as her black boots seem to sink into the snow. The polar groan as he had to catch his breath from pulling the cart and Canada sitting on him. Dakota was a few feet a front of them as she talks with Washington about what to make for supper. Her hair swishes back and front on her back as her eyes glisten with the sun. Her blue boots seem to float on the snow as she walks with happiness.
"She's like that with everyone, except the younger states such as Alaska, or Hawaii. You met Alaska, she was the one protecting I think Russia is he's name. I wonder where they went" California leans into Kiss's side as she sighs. "Well, Dakota has been a loner since dad got her from France."
"Wait… She's was part of the France property… Now I can understand why she is so gloomy towards me,' Matthew sighs also. "I know how it feels."
"She was… well its kind a hard to explain her past without rubbing some wounds back open," California whispers. "She doesn't like anyone knowing what truly happen in the woods where dad found her. She would not speak any English, German, Finnish, Sweden, or French. It was hard on everyone trying to be nice to her and see how she is doing."
"I was like that when I first met England and your dad. Why doesn't Dakota call him dad like you do?" Matthew looks up in time to see Dakota shoot a bird out of the sky without looking. "What types of bullets were shot at us?"
"I don't know why she doesn't call dad 'dad', maybe because he isn't really her real dad. And those bullets that your friends were shot with were just tranquilizers that will wear off by suppertime tonight." California gasps. "Hey wait! Isn't it your Birthday isn't it today?"
"How do you know that,' Matthew smiles at the very cheerful state.
"Dakota. She has been preparing you a feast, even when you were not even invited to visit us this week."
"What?"
Before California could answer, Alfred's house came into view with him sitting on the porch. He looks like a mother hen waiting for her hatchlings. Washington, California, and Dakota groan knowing Alfred would shower them with his love till suffocation overcame their beings. Matthew watches their expressions as Alfred came running to them.
