"I can't believe it really worked!" Rhode Island spun around in her new rose-pink dress. "I'm finally free! I don't have to give Mr. England all my money any more!" She smiled.
"Now, if Mr. America would just finish our Constitution, then we would all be a real country." Massachusetts leaned against a tree, killing her little sister's good mood. Since the Revolutionary War, she'd streaked her wavy blonde hair red, 'like blood of enemies.'
"I think that I already feel like part of a real country!" Rhode Island giggled. Her perfectly straight brown hair had a light pink bow in it that matched her dress. "I can do anything I want!"
"Not anything." The bigger state had a permanent frown on her face.
"But you're allowed to trade again! Mr. England said you couldn't, and now you can again! Aren't you exited?" Rhode Island waltzed over to a park bench and sat down. "I'm dizzy."
"I think America's going to screw up our Constitution. He might be one of the most literate country in the world, but he's still a kid." She picked at her bright blue nail polish.
"But we're free. That's all that matters." Her sister smiled brightly.
"No, it's not. We need rules; restrictions. Free doesn't mean no laws. He better do it good or I'll have to."
"I don't like rules. We can all be independent. That's what we all fought for, isn't it?"
Yes, but we fought for a different kind of independence. We wanted a say in the rules created. That doesn't mean no rules. It means a democracy, or even a limited monarchy." Massachusetts knew the last comment would scare her sister.
"No! Not another monarchy! No! I want power, too!" Tears welled up in her sister's baby blue eyes.
She chuckled. "Relax, Rhode, I was just joking. America wouldn't put us through that twice."
"You sure?" She wiped her eyes.
"Yeah, I'm sure."