Massachusetts was sprawled out on his bed, texting his cousin, Quebec, about how to best get under New York's skin. The two of them were planning something big that would put the other state in his place. His emerald eyes lit up seeing what the Canadian was suggesting. "Perfect! The fucking bastard will never see it coming. Quebec, you are a genius."

"And how exactly is Quebec a genius?" asked a voice from the doorway. Massachusetts looked up and saw his father, America, standing there with the two visiting countries, Italy and Germany. The state quickly hid his phone and brushed his curly, black bangs away from his eyes.

"No reason." he lied, trying to keep his cool. The last thing he wanted was his dad to find out about his plans. Though he was slightly buzzed from the drinks he had earlier, he wasn't so stupidly shitfaced enough to tell America what he and his cousin were planning.

America raised an eyebrow, but said nothing about the fact that Massachusetts just blatantly lied to him. Instead he changed the subject, knowing he'd hear what his son and niece were up to later. "I heard what you did to Rhode Island. I'd like you to apologize to him."

"But Dad, Rhodey's just being a pussy about it. You know he'll get over it." Massachusetts protested, even though he knew perfectly well that it was an order, not a request. America glared at him. "Yes, Father."

"That's what I thought." America replied. "Now, we have guests, so I expect whatever you and Quebec are up to will wait until they leave."

Massachusetts nodded in confirmation before extending his hand to Germany and Italy. "Name's James Jones, Commonwealth of Massachusetts. Don't call me Jimmy or any of the 'original' names that New York calls me and we'll get along just fine."

"From what I heard about your history, I would think you'd be more rebellious. Why do you listen to America?" Germany asked curiously.

"'Cause he's my dad." Massachusetts replied flatly. "Besides, I'm not as liberal as I used to be, and I've settled down a bit."

"Who the hell do you think you're kidding, Masshole?" a voice yelled from down the hall. "All you ever talk about is your glory days that you weren't even alive for."

The sixth state's face turned redder than a tomato. "Shut up, New York! Or else you'll be having that damn big mouth of yours wired shut."

"Dad! Massachusetts is threatening me again!" the voice, now identified as New York, yelled.

"You fu-"

"Don't even finish that sentence, Massachusetts." America said tensely. "And don't act like you're so innocent, New York."

"You sure this is a good idea, Father?" Massachusetts asked as he changed the subject. "I mean, if you're introducing by statehood, they're going to lose their minds by the end. After all, I'm only number six out of fifty, and wait until they meet Ohio and Michigan, or Washington and Oregon, or California and Texas, or Mississippi and Alabama. They're all psycho by themselves, but when they're together, God help the poor soul that's in the same room as them."

"Ve~ surely that aren't that bad. You states are too cute to be crazy like Russia." Italy said hopefully, causing Massachusetts to burst out laughing.

"You guys think world meetings are bad, but you've never been to a state meeting." Massachusetts replied through his laughter. A devilish smile appeared on his face. "You both better start praying to God that you still have your sanity by the time you're done."


Sorry this is really late, but I got really busy. I'll have the next chapter up asap. Maryland is up next.

Massachusetts:
Human Name: James Arthur Jones
Official Name: The Commonwealth of Massachusetts
State Nicknames: The Bay State, Colony State, Old Colony, The Spirit of America
Eye Color: Emerald Green (like England's)
Hair Color: Black
Human Age: 17
Birthday: February 6, 1788 (6th)