"It's one of the stupidest Constitutions ever written." Georgia frowned. His red curls hung in his face. "Someone needs to fix it."

"No, it's perfect." Rhode Island argued. "We all have power, and there's no way we'll ever be ruled by someone like Mr. England's boss ever again."

"But were in debt, Rhode. From the war." New Jersey replied, pushing his glasses back up on his nose. He looked through the draft again.

"So? Mr. America will pay it back."

"But, Rhode, he can't tax us. It's written here." He calmly pointed to a paragraph. "He can't even gather an army. What if he gets in another war?"

"He won't. It's only been a few weeks, Georgia. Just give it a chance."

"No way! It's not even uniting us. There's just no way it'll work, right Jersey?"

"I don't think so." He glanced at his younger sister, who gave him a death glare but remained silent. "Georgia, go clean up. We have to take this back to Mr. America in half an hour and you're still dressed to farm."

"Okay, okay. I'll meet you there." He stood up and left.

"Jersey, how come you agree with Georgia and not me? We grew up together. He still has slaves. Did you know that?" She smiled in her cutesy way.

"I already knew that." He gritted his teeth. "I'm not saying I agree with it, but I accept it. I'm not going to let that influence my decision."

"But you always agree with me!" She stomped her foot. "It's not fair!"

"I have my reasoning, and you have yours. Not everyone is going to agree with you just because you tell them to."

"I'm leaving!" She stormed out. New Jersey was left alone with the papers. He began to order them. Maybe his sister would eventually come back and apologize. Or not. A door opening interrupted his thoughts. It was Connecticut. He never said much, but he was smart, probably.

"Hello, Connecticut. " New Jersey smiled slightly and motioned for his brother to sit.

He replied in almost a whisper. "Hello, New Jersey. What are you looking at?"

"It's America's draft of our Constitution. I'm not sure I like it, but Rhode does." New Jersey pushed the stack of papers towards his brother. "What do you think?"

It was silent for awhile while Connecticut read. He was a fast reader. "It's very well written."

"I mean the content. There doesn't seem to be much of a central power, and there's no way to enforce laws."

He didn't really expect Connecticut to have much of his own opinion. He never did. "Well, in the event of a war, there would be no way to assemble an army except by personal choice. Since we are in debt, I believe that we need some way for the central power to gain amounts of money, if there is a real central power. The one described doesn't seem to have many abilities." He adjusted his thick glasses and pushed his brown bangs out of his eyes. "You're going to meet Mr. America later to discuss changes, correct?"

"Yes. I'd love it if you came. You're better at choosing words than me." He smiled. His brother needed to get his opinions out more.

"I'll come, but I'm not certain that I would like to speak to Mr. America. He can be very short tempered. You're a better speaker, anyways." Connecticut's expression didn't change. It's almost like he was reading something out of a book instead of speaking for himself.

"Fine, but you are coming, right?"

"Correct."

"Great. We're meeting Georgia on the way. Let's go."