Here's to the guest that suggested Tennessee!

A young boy strums his his old worn guitar as he sat on a windowsill overlooking the frozen pond. His short caramel hair floats from under his cowboy hat as he hums a Christmas tune in the empty room. A candle lights the dark room as he sighs heavily when the door opens. His green eyes catching the reflection of short, silver hair with mix color eyes stare into the dark room.

"Lester..." The Dakota twin steps into the room. Her eyes reflect in the candlelight as she stood near the boy. "Dad wants you."

"Any idea why, Kaylee?" Lester puts down his guitar and stretches his arms. He groans as he straightens his legs from being cross-legged for longer than he hoped.

"No, but you might want to hurry. Dad has not been in a good mood." Kaylee holds the door open as Lester exits the room. "Bad enough, it's getting hardier to hide his surprise."

"Don't cut the potatoes that big for the salad! There won't be enough for how many salads we are making!" A boy orders other children shuffling in the kitchen.

"Shut up Joe! I know what I am doing!" A girl with deep brown hair glares at him. Her tan skin seem to glow as someone throw flour at her. She pats off her light blue spaghetti strap dress. "Watch it!"

"Rosita, um...your soup is on fire." A young boy points to the huge fire on the stove.

"Which one of the 13 touch my soup?!" Rosita shrieks as she grabs a bucket of baking soda on it.

"Joe," A boy with short brown hair covers his periwinkle eyes.

"Yes Kaylee?" Joe turns to the boy.

"I'm not Kaylee, I'm Charlie, the boy twin." Charlie sighs sadly.

"That is what I said Kaylee. What do you need? I'm a bit busy right now." Joe notices Rosita's glare. "Never mind..."

"Dad wants you in the..." CHarlie mumbles off.

"Where?"

"In the Treasure Room." Charlie whimpers as Joe zooms past him without a thanks, with a potato in his hand. "WHy do people mistakes me for my sister?"

"You're soft-spoken compare to Kaylee, Charlie, " Rosita comments as she dumps her soup in the trash. "Want to help me with my soup?"

"Sure," Charlie smiles happily.

Crunch, Crunch, Crunch. Joe chews his raw potato as he walks down the photo-fill hallway. He stops once in awhile to look at some new photos hanging up. Notice someone standing outside of the golden door he needed to enter, Joe slows down. He groans to see it's Lester standing there.

"So dad wants you too, huh," Joe mutters as he stood besides Lester. "Never thought I would have to see you by myself."

"Can't you move on?" Lester tips his hat up.

"At least I'm not someone who ditches my family." Joe tosses his potato into the trash bin next to him.

"You were still a territory!" Lester growls as he clenches his fists. "You would never understand what happen in the past. Past is the past, so leave it there!"

"Traitor!" Joe screams.

"Enough!" A voice booms as a tall shadow covers them. Standing at the end of the hall was Alfred with two people behind him. His ocean blue eyes were lit with anger as he stomps over to the two. He crosses his arms as he glances at Joe and Lester. "Joe, you should apologize to your brother. That was a low hit on your part. Even the Northern would not let the Civil War get in the way for their siblings."

"I'm sorry Lester for calling you a traitor and a ditcher. You are none of those, you were there for me when the Dust Bowl hit." Joe quietly states as he give his brother a hug.

"I forgive you." Lester mutters into his brother's neck.

"Now that you two made up...Will you two stop sword fighting back there!" ALfred glares at the two adults fighting against each other. "Come and grab your son."

"Pa!" Lester runs to the Spaniard with giant smile.

"Dad!" Joe smiles at the Englishman. "HOw are you this evening?"
"My boy, wonderful, because I get to see you and your other many siblings." Arthur pats Joe on the head. "But, Joey, you got to keep a cool head when dealing with your many siblings."

"I know, I know," Joe sighs softly.

"How has your practicing going?" Antonio pats Lester's shoulder happily.

"I been practicing everyday," Lester tips his hat down. "One day I'll play my country music for you."

"Here, I got you something...now where did I put it, oh yeah!" Antonio opens the doors to push Lester into the bright room. There laying against the couch was a Folk Acoustic Guitar. Lester covers his mouth in awe before running over to it. He picks it up and strums it softly. "I knew you were going to love it."

"Thanks Pa," Lester puts the guitar down and hugs Antonio.

"Here," Arthur hands Joe a medium-wrapped box. "I thought this will help you will your potatoes."

Joe rips his gift open to find a portable soil tester. His grin widens as he hugs Arthur tightly before running around the room happily. He jumps Lester and laughs wildly.

Alfred walks into the Kitchen to found Charlie sitting on the counter drinking chocolate milk.

"Why are you by yourself?" Alfred watch as Charlie shrugs before jumping down. Charlie hugs him before existing fast. "Why are the Dakota twins weird?"

(Lester, Tennessee)

(Joe, Idaho)