New Hampshire wiped her dirty hands on her grease rag before taking a sip of her water. She was hard at work trying to get the truck working again. She and Michigan had been taking turns attempting to get it to run, and it was her turn to try. Despite the fact that it was the rustiest piece of machinery she had ever seen and it was nearly sixty years old, she firmly believed there was still hope for it, even though everyone told her to give up. In her mind, if she couldn't get this truck running, then she had no hope of ever reaching her goal of becoming a mechanic.
"America, you have really pretty daughters." a voice said from right next to her.
Startled, she looked up and found her sapphire eyes staring into Italy's honey ones. "Oh my gosh! Father, why didn't you warn me you were coming? I would've gotten the oil out of my hair."
"It's fine." America assured her. "Though, you might want to take a shower before dinner."
"Yes, Father." she replied before addressing Italy and Germany. "It's nice to meet you both. I apologize for my appearance; I would've cleaned up before you came if I would've known you were coming. I'm Jane, the State of New Hampshire."
"So you're a mechanic?" Germany asked curiously.
New Hampshire beamed with pride. "Why, yes I am. I absolutely love working with machinery. I could do it all day every day."
"Really? You know I have worked one engines in the past."
"Oh yes! I've taken German engines apart, and I must say you are quite good at making them. Right now, I'm working on trying to get this clunker running again. Nebraska mentioned that he needed a truck to haul feed and that he's tired of relying on Iowa."
"Hm… It looks fairly complicated." Germany mused. "No doubt that you can fix it though. But if you want, I could help you with it sometime."
"Could you?" New Hampshire asked excitedly before remembering that her father might not want Germany hanging around her and Michigan. "I mean, if Father is okay with it, Michigan and I would greatly appreciate your help."
"Why not." America said. "Germany's cool, I trust him."
"Really?" the state asked as she clasped her hands together and started jumping up and down excitedly. America nodded in confirmation, causing New Hampshire to let out squeal of joy and throw her arms around him. "Thank you so much!"
America kissed her temple. "Your welcome. Now go get cleaned up for dinner. If California's in the bathroom, tell her I said to get out; she can finish her makeup later."
"It was nice meeting you, Mr. Germany. And you too, Mr. Italy. I'll see you all at dinner."
I know these chapters have been short, but there's not a whole lot to write about without dragging it out too much. The next couple chapters with be a lot longer, though.
New Hampshire:
Human Name: Jane Penelope Jones
Official Name: The State of New Hampshire
State Nicknames: Granite State, White Mountain State
Eye Color: Sapphire Blue
Hair Color: Ash Blonde
Human Age: 17
Birthday: June 21, 1788 (9th)