No Beta so errors are my own.

Robbins

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David Jones the state of Nevada casually licks his cone and with a smirk says, "You know that this place is just a Basken Robbins right?"

Kid gives a look, "Father invested in the company when it was still young. So, they agree to a name change when in the city so to match the theme."

"Huh," said the State, "And here I thought it was because your father secretly craves being worshiped," speaking in a clear deadpan as he look straight at the Reaper while a drip of ice cream come dangerously close to dripping off.

Kid looks at Nevada annoyed but then starts a small laugh, "Maybe."

Nevada smirks as he takes another lick of ice cream.

After the Excalibur episode…

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The phone rings and Kid jolted out of sleep and gives a groan when he recognizes the number. When the phone keeps ringing, Kid grabs it off its stand, "It is 3:37 in the Death damn morning. What do you want Nevada?"

Instead of the familiar bratty state, another voice speaks, "Hello to you too Kid Death."

Kid frowns as he tries to remember which one of the states is speaking to him, and gave an internal sigh, "Here it is 3:37 in the morning West Virginia. What. Do. You. Need?"

"Well, I waaasss stopping my brother from harassing you for some reason," spoke the state sounding bemused, "Although, I am curious if Excalibur is loud and obnoxious as ever."

"YESS!" Hiss Kid. At this point, Kid is tiring of the teasing. He might even try to send a hellhound in the morning. Before he could hang up, the chipper state continues the conversation and pretends that the reaper is still not bothered.

"You could have asked me. It would have been such fun!" Kid snarls and hangs up.

Nevada is bad enough, but adding in the rest of the states? He is going to ignore them for his sanity sake. Or send them that hellhound.

Kid silently swears to beat up Nevada when he has the chance and flops the covers back on for the sake of his sleep.

The Commendation of Square of Liberty

Early 1890's

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"So why were you willing to give me this statue?" Ask a dark moving cloak holding a sleeping toddler.

The blond man also holding a sleeping infant next him shrug, "This place is to be named Square of Liberty and I had the stature lying the house around collecting dust."

Death stares for a moment and asks, "And why do you have a smaller version of the stature you just put in New York City?"

The young man thought for a moment, "You know what, I have no clue on how one of Bartholdi's smaller scale work got into my house. I think it has to do something with Mr. Sanderson."

Turning his head towards the workers Death nods slowly, "Ahh…"

The blond casually starts talking, "How Kid been doing?"

"He has been doing well. How is your new child? Wyoming, right?"

Said child coos from his father's arm.

America shrugs, "As cute and troublesome as the rest."

Basketball

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Nevada bounces the ball with a smirk on his lips as he watch Kid look in confusion, "What are we doing?"

"We," he bounces the ball once, "Are going to teach you the fine art of basketball."

Kid scrunches his face in distaste, "We?"

Nevada smiles slyly, "Yep, some of the siblings and a cousin will be forming the teams once you learn. Every American knows basketball."

Kid is still not looking convinced, "You said the same thing about football, ice hockey, and baseball."

"Well you are living here in America. Some of your future classmates would want to enjoy these games."

"Even ice hockey?" Grumble Kid remembering that particularly horrendous experience.

Nevada gave another bouncing shrug, "If Lord Death put an indoor ice rink, then yes."

Kid does not like the look on Nevada's face. The last time he had that look was right before the noodle banning incident.

"Fine," snarled Kid, "But the teams better be equal!"

Nevada beamed, "Of course, five to a team and the other team will have cousin Campy who is a terrible basketball player."

Okay, five to a team, 10 people, a nice symmetrical number. Wait… 'Campy? "I am pretty sure that Benito does not like that nickname."

Nevada rolls his eyes, "Well sorry for not getting the pronunciation of the Spanish states right."

Kid thought and nods, "Who are the other people?"

"You, me, Wisconsin, West, Campeche, California, Minnesota, Oregon, Kansas, and Nebraska."

Hmm… Not bad, about the same age with half being male and half being female.

"Okay, teach me the fine art of basketball," grumble Kid.

Nevada smiles brightly, "Okay, first let me teach you dribbling…"

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For the Excalibur drabble, if Kid OOC, justified since he is in a crabby mood due to lack of sleep and the humiliation that Excalibur gave the day before.

'Campy' Benito Hernández Rosalía - Mexican State of Campeche

If you are wondering what 'that particularly horrendous experience' that Kid is referring to, let it be said that the Northern States and Canadian Providences & Territories tendency of going overboard concerning ice hockey started young.

The noodle banning incident involved noodles and leave it at that.

Campeche (the Mexican state) was shanghaied into playing basketball because he is about the same age, the right gender and is at Kid's level in basketball (which at this point is pretty bad for both).

I have a poll up on my profile. The poll is asking if I should take this drabble story into the AU territory by adapting some very AU elements. The polls may not affect my decisions but I would love to get some input.

This is also a notification that I am changing and editing few chapters. I have recently read an awesome AU fic called, "The Madness of Obsession" by The-Fifth-Sun. It was a Kishin Vajra AU story where Asura's weapon went insane was sealed by Lord Death while Asura was assumed to be dead. I like it so much that I am changing my own story. It will be different to the story that inspired it and go in a different direction but will challenge me and make my story different. In the next chapter, I will let you know which chapters had to be changed.