[WARNING: Please be aware that there will be Romano's cussing and Feliciano's obsession and over-stuffing of pasta Slight O.o]
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State name: Connecticut
Real name: Liborio Huntington Witney (Explanation: Connecticut's first name is an Italian form or Roman-Latin Liberius, meaning 'free')
State nickname: The Constitution state
Height: 5"1.7
Age: 14(appears) 223(Real Age)
Birthday: June 18
Capital: Hartford
State animal: Sperm Whale
Fact: The first American cookbook, published in Hartford in 1796: American Cookery by Amelia Simmons
Gender: Male
Personality: Connecticut is a slightly timid state. He usually tries to stay calm, but often has outbursts of emotion. He's good friends with the Italys( but has to eat wayyyy too much pasta because of them). Connecticut also likes to read (he has a HUGE library) and make crafts.
Appearance: Connecticut somewhat resembles the Italy twins in appearance. He has red-toned hair( Yes he does have an ahoge too, poking out of the top of his had) and light brown eyes. He has rosy skin and looks younger than most of his siblings (because he's the third smallest state!).
Bio: In 1633, Dutch traders made a permanent settlement near Hartford. English settlers started to come to the area from Massachusetts shortly after. Clergyman Thomas Hooker, a man driven from Massachusetts, arrived in Hartford with his followers and declared freedom from all save Divine Authority. "Fundamental Orders" were started to govern Connecticut in 1639. Under John Winthrop Jr.'s control, the colony obtained a Royal Charter in 1662. Being one of New England's colonies, Connecticut was a Corporate colony.
"Come on Daddy, just try it~!" Connecticut, who had always been a little bit of a runt in the state family, was standing on his tippy-toes while holding up a pan to America.
"What is it Liberio?" America asked as he looked down on the state.
"It's from the Italys~ they called it 'pizza'. At least I think so," Connecticut's bright eyes looked very persuasive.
"Um, Okay Connecticut, if you say so..." America said as he tried a slice of pizza. Instantly, America's blue eyes widened.
"Daddy? Are you okay?" Connecticut's voice was laced with worry,
"Connecticut... THIS IS GREAT! Make sure to remind me to thank the Italys later!" He yelled.
Connecticut is the purported birthplace of pizza in America :3
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"I don't believe it," Connecticut leaned over the results of the 2000 American census. "It can't be true."
"The results are right in front of you Liborio," American Samoa piped up.
"I would've thought it was New Jersey or New York," Connecticut muttered.
"New Jersey is third, and New York isn't even in the top three," Delaware commented.
"What about Rhode Island?"
"I'm number 2," Rhode Island replied.
"It's just that, you don't think of things like pasta or ravioli when you hear Connecticut," the state gave a weak smile as he took off his hat. He had worn it inside since the census meeting had started, refusing to take it off. Many states gasped. Connecticut sighed and ran a hand through his hair. 223 years ago when he was born it had been a creamy light brown. However, as Italian immagrants wavered over to him, it had slowly faded to a red-toned color.
"Dude, you look like the freaking Italys!" New York chirped.
According to the 2000 census, Connecticut had been claimed as the 'most Italian state' with 16.4% of it's population of Italian origin. This beat out Rhode island at 15.9 and New Jersey at 15.4. I'm not sure about what is it now after the 2010 census though... (too lazy to check).
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"Come on Connecticut!" North Italy called.
"Stop going so fast Feli!" Connecticut yelled as he bounded forward. His short height didn't help much when it came to catching up with the over-excited and big-mouthed Italians.
The Italians came to an abrupt stop and waited for the smaller state to catch up.
"Feliiiiiiii~ Romanooooo~ You two know I can't run fast~~~!" the state whined.
"Well, too bad," Romano answered stiffly.
"Don't be so mean Romano~ Come on Liborio, we have some pasta to try!" Feli grabbed Liborio's wrist and began to drag the smaller figure along.
"NOOOOOOOOO! Feli~ I don't wanna eat fifty plates of pasta~~!" Liborio cried out as he was dragged along.
"Too bad you damn bastard," Romano said as he swiftly caught up with them.
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"Here~ How does it taste?" Feli placed another plate of pasta in front of Connecticut.
"Blehhhhhhh~ I think I'm going to puke," Connecticut whined with his head on the table. "I dun wanna eat it!"
"Ehhh? Come on Liborio, you've only had twelve plates and you didn't even judge the last five~"
"I did judge them," Connecticut said as he handed a notepad to North Italy.
Feli looked over the notes and doodles drawn on the page. "Ah~! Romano! Come come!."
"What the hell do you want?" Romano asked as he strolled over.
"Look at what Connecticut drew!"
Romano took the notepad, looked at it, then froze."WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU PUT IN THAT PASTA YOU *********?"
"Nothing out of the ordinary," Feli replied with a smile.
"THEN WHY THE (insert cuss word of choice here) DID HE DRAW THAT FUCKIN' POTATO BASTARD!" Romano yelled.
"Veee~ I don't know Romano~!" Feli said as he began to playfully force-feed more pasta into Connecticut's mouth.
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"You know, you two really bug me~!" Connecticut whined as the two Italys dragged him.
"Well, too damn bad," Romano said as he dragged.
"~!" Feli cried out as he glomped the taller nation.
"What do you want?" Germany asked as he continued to sort papers.
"Dammit! Get off my brother you potato bastard!" Romano yelled.
"Um, Romano? It's Feli whose on Germany, not Germany on Feli... That'd be kinda creepy," Liborio shuddered as inappropriate images ran through his mind.
"Either way, it's your fault that Feliciano's like this!" Romano yelled as he tore his brother off of Germany.
Germany sighed. "What exactly do you want?" he asked directly.
"Ahh~! Germany, meet Connecticut~!" Feli exclaimed.
Germany took glanced at Connecticut before standing up and walking over to him.
Connecticut couldn't help but feel intimidated. Even in the state family he was small, but next to Germany, he felt like a shrimp. Germany reached out towards Connecticut's head. Connecticut shut his eyes, awaiting whatever the drill Sergent Germany would do.
However, what Germany did was not something anyone could have expected to do in a million years.
He pinched Connecticut's ahoge.
"So, you have one of these too? It's strange how your hair is red, America always said it was brown..." Germany mused.
"Ah..Ah..Germany... D-d-d-daddy h-hasn't seen me since the t-t-twentieth c-century. H-h-h-h probably doesn't know t-t-t-that my hair c-c-changed c-c-c-c-c-olors," A wine-red blush covered the majority of Connecticut's face.
"Why did your hair change colors?" Germany asked. Connecticut was had a very timid character, giving Germany a good chance to get information,
"A-Ah... W-w-w-well, y-y-you see, I-I-I h-h-have al-l-lot of I-t-t-t-talian i-i-mmagrants in m-m-my s-t-t-tate.. I h-h-have quirte a f-f-few G-g-g-g-germans t-t-t-t-too!" Connecticut shuddered. When would this hellhole stop?
Finally, an odd kind of hero came to the rescue.
"Dammit! What the fuck you Macho Potato! Can't you tell that his ahoge is like ours?"
Germany paled for a moment. "You mea-"
"Yes. It's. A. Freaking. E-ro-ge-nous Zone," Romano huffed out the words
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After apologizing solemnly, the two Italys and Connecticut left Germany's house. For their last activity for the day, Feli had decided to take them to a hill and stand at the top to see the sunset.
"Can't stand that Potato Bastard," Romano muttered.
"Liborio? Are you okay~?" Feli asked as he noticed the state shaking.
"J-j-just fine!" he replied.
A silence draped over the three as they sat on the hill.
"Romano?" Connecticut asked.
"Yeah?"
"Thanks for saving me earlier~"
"Feli made me."
"Noooo~ I didn't" Feli perked up as he said this.
"Dammit."
Connecticut just smiled. "Ya' know, it sucks being the third smallest state. Actually, I'm supposed to be even taller than Alaska, but something happened and now I'm the shrimp. But I don't regret anything."
Romano hadn't been listening to a word Connecticut had been saying until now.
"So what if I'm the 35th rank in business, like I care. Because for me, all that matters is that people know who I am. Not 'another Italy' or the runt of the liter. As Connecticut. The constitution state. Liborio Huntington Witney. The light-brown haired one." Connecticut closed his eyes and took a breath. "You wouldn't believe what happened to me the day my hair started getting red."
"What?" Feli asked curiously.
"My boss kicked me out of my house, everyone said I was an imposer, and only after they had checked my DNA did they realize it was me."
"Ohhhhh~!" Feli thought of what would have happened if Germany didn't realize who he was... scary.
"When the states found out, it was worse," he shivered. "I'll never forget what Texas did..."
"Ah~ it's dark!" Romano just then realized. that the sun had completely faded away to the darkness of night.
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Feli had gone home immediately, he hated the dark.
That left Romano and Connecticut.
"Hey, Connecticut?" Romano asked.
"Yeah?"
"How does it feel for people not to recognize you?"
Connecticut was silent for a while.
"It's... the worst thing in the world when a father can't remember his own son. Or when your adoptive brother who has knowledge of cattle drives, decides to tie you up tight enough to stop the blood circulation in your body."
"Texas-"
"Yeah..." Connecticut chuckled.
"Oh."
Another silence.
"But it hurt alot. Not just the tying up, but to see the people that I grew up with - the people I love and cherish - hunt me down like prey," a single tear slid down Connecticut's cheek."Dammit, why am I crying?" More tears started flowing, but unlike other people who wail and moan when crying or at least sniff and shudder, Connecticut didn't. He just sat there, the tears flowing freely.
The silence remained.
Connecticut sensed something next to him. It was Romano. He held out a handkerchief, but looked in the opposite direction.
"Thanks Romano."
"Just shut up and take it."
Connecticut smiled and took the handkerchief and wiped his tears away.
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"So if you're ever in America, make sure to visit Connecticut - cause that's where I'll be!"
"You know where to go if your in Italy."
Connecticut smiled. "No I don't, you never gave me your address! I only have Feli's address.
"Here, I'll give it to you, come closer."
Upon request Connecticut rolled his eyes and came closer.
In one movement, he was wrapped into a tight embrace with the taller Italian. At the same time, a piece of paper was pressed firmly into his hands. After a few seconds, the Italian broke away and ran off into the folds of night.
Liborio stood there, dazed. What had just happened?
"Ya' know you're blushing like a holly berry," That voice.
Connecticut spun around to see Texas, holding a video camera.
Oh crap.
"Now this," Texas said as he turned off the camera and pushed it into his front pocket. "Is pure drama."
With that the Lone Star state ran off with Connecticut hot on his tails.
"Dammit! TEXAS! GIVE ME THE FUCKING CAMERA!"
"ou sure can run faster when I have a camera with you and pasta in it. Hey lookie! You're even starting to sound like the pasta jerk!"
'He's not a jerk...' Connecticut thought silently as he continued to follow Texas.
Kimchi: HOW IN THE WORLD DID MY SIMPLE 'DAY WITH THE ITALIAN BROTHERS' TURN OUT THIS WAY? WHY DID I MAKE GERMANY GRAB LIBERIO'S AHOGE? EVERYONE IS SO OC! I'M SOOOOOO SORRYYYYYY! I NEVER MEANT IT TO TURN OUT THIS WAYYYYYYY! (*Bow a million times and breaks back. *)
Romano: WILL YOU SHUT UP?
sites~: http: / / www. sicilianculture. com
http: / / www. xtimeline. com ?id=756345
http: / / www. 20000-names .com /male_italian_names_ - Where Liberio's name comes from~
Little request here:
If anyone would be generous, please send me some information about any state, writing the Bios is killing me(plus I think I screwed up on these that I've written so far...)Just sent some info about colonization, any state. And if you know that I screwed up(which I'm pretty sure I did) please notify me, I don't want to offend anyone ~
Next up:
Massachusetts: The Bay State
England: How many more states are there!
America: 45
England: I think I'm going to die
Massacusetts: WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE ENGLAND! AFTER BOSTON HARBOR YOU THINK YOU'RE WELCOME HERE?
England: That was a long time ago and I only did it because of the Boston Tea Party.
America: England, I think it's time for you to go...
Massachusetts: *Grabs the back of England's shirt and tosses him out the window*
America: You know it's a thirty story building, right?
Massachusetts: (bright) Yup, let's go each lunch~! Don't worry about England, he'll be fine~
England: BLLLLOOOOOOODDDYYYY HEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLL