Background to understand a little more about this one shot. This one-shot is apart of the Fifty States AU where each state is personified which means that America (Alfred F. Jones) simply is the personification of the union that unites the states. Because of him they were able to pledge their allegiance to him and become truly free from England because they had their own nation.
This one-shot takes place in 1855 and America is growing and more territories are showing up right and left as they expand westward. But as this happens the issue on slavery is expanding and the states are on the verge of a civil war. America was also born in the year 1776 when America formerly declared independence. So he is still looks like a child in the year 1855.
The Kansas Territory was formerly part of the Louisiane Territory so Kansas was raised by Louisiane Who is an official state in the year 1855. Kansas is also quite close to his brother Nebraska and he also was raised by Louisiane.
Hope you enjoy and I hope this cleared up any confusion!
Kansas was small. Yes he was, but not as small as the supposed personification of America. To be honest Kansas had some doubts about the little nation. Compared to other nations that he had seen, such as one Francis Bonnefoy, this nation was a shrimp. How the hell he had beat England, who has the best navy and soldiers in the world, in the American Revolution was just as puzzling as trying to figure out why gravity existed.
I mean seriously? Gravity? It was his arch-enemy, mostly because it had a habit of pulling him out of trees so he would fall face first into the ground. God damn gravity. He thought to himself. He looked at the tiny nation before him, his green eyes flickering over the blonde as if trying to size up something that did not exist. He wore an incredulous look on his face and his arms were crossed.
"Sorry, if I have my doubts, but how the hell are you a nation? I eat people your size for breakfast."
"Uh, excuse me?" America asked, the boy was startled by the strange outburst from the even stranger child.
"I mean come on! Look at you!" Kansas said and approached the shrimpy nation and proceeded to poke him in the arm repeatedly. "I could toss you into the Mississippi without breaking a sweat!"
"Excuse me?" Exclaimed America, who was severely offended by this arrogant stranger, "Who are you? And what's your problem?"
Kansas blinked and then smirked at the nation. "Oh, so the mighty nation of America doesn't know who I am?" He asked. "I mean I am apart of your land. But besides that my problem is you. Well, your shrimpiness to be exact. I mean, how the hell did you beat England? England?!"
America gapped at the other's exclamation, "Shrimpiness?" repeated America, "I'll have you know, Mr. Smart-butt, that I am not a shrimp! And you are not a part of me, I don't even know you!"
Kansas almost laughed. He didn't think that he was a shrimp? Compared to everyone that walked around him and anyone in the nearest vicinity, yes he was a shrimp. "Sorry, but your size says otherwise." The territory had the audacity to smile at the nation and he tilted his head slightly. "And I mean I'm not apart of you. Not yet at least." He said. "Isn't that right America?" He said and poked his arm again.
America swatted his fingers away, annoyed. "I don't know," the nation admitted, but that small moment of vulnerability was gone within a flash,"But I still don't know who you are! I think I'm in Louisiana's place, but I suppose not. So who the heck are you?"
Kansas let out a small laugh. "Just how daft can you be? You are in Louisiane's place as you so blatantly put it. I'm just apart of big bro Louisiane's territory!" He said and then paused for a moment realizing that what he just said probably made no sense. Oh well. "I'm Kansas!" He said and looked down at the shrimpy nation.
"'Big bro'… Louisiane?" the young nation uttered the French name that Louisiana took under the French rule. Apparently the elder's charges still refer to him by his original name. To be fair, America doesn't really have a problem with that. He was just… surprised.
Kansas nearly facepalmed. "Are you deaf? Clear that wax out from your ears! Obviously you just repeated exactly what I said! Yes. Louisiane is my big bro. He's big unlike you shrimpy and he's my brother. Duh." Kansas said and rolled his eyes. He always liked to jab at others whenever he could. It was his source of entertainment. Sort of anyway.
"How?" gapped America, "I-I mean, how? I know you are a territory, but how does it work?"
"How do nations work? Same difference in my book. It just does, your shrimpiness." Kansas grinned mischievously. "But if you really want an explanation I'll give you one. So you have a boy and a girl or even a boy and a boy or a girl and a girl. They get together and have a bit of loving, if you know what I mean...you do know what I mean right?" He asked. "Because if ya don't then I'll happily go into detail." He said. Louisiane used to be own by France. And well...he was taught way more than a few things about girls and sex, by one infamous French nation.
America flushed, "S-shut it!" the boy muttered, his cheeks burned into different shades of red. Of course he knew how it worked, well, sort of, Virginia sat him down a few years ago, tossing around some mumble jumbles that he never knew what. "That's not what I meant and you knew it!"
Kansas started laughing. "Dude, you look like a tomato!" He said and continued to laugh. "I knew what you meant all right." He smirked. "You just weren't too specific so I simply broadened the meaning of your words." He then once again poked his arm again.
The shorter of the two hissed like a grumpy cat at the other's fingers. "Stop that! I'm a nation, you can't treat me like a little kid!"
"But you are a little kid. Compared to every other nation out there you're nothing. You barely hold a candle light to their fire. Their power. How you even beat England is like asking why the sky is blue. I mean seriously, why isn't the sky red instead?" Kansas asked and looked up completely going off topic. He then looked at America again. "You are a shrimpy nation compared to everyone else and somehow you gotta prove yourself to them. And me also because I am certainly having my doubts about you right now."
America was ready to blow when the territory finished his first sentence, but his rage slowly died out as Kansas continued. Well he wasn't wrong, was he? The fire in the nation's eyes faded, and the boy's shoulders unconsciously slumped in the face of the brutal truth. Compared to every other nation out there you're nothing. Obviously. He's right. America's mind drifted to back to one of his recent wars. England burned down his capitol, and took over his heart. And all he could do, was watch, and pray. The amount of power that man, that nation, that Empire possessed is something he could never compete with. That is most certainly true. America stared intensely at his shoes, trying his best to stop the misty tears that blurred his vision from escaping his lids.
Kansas blinked as he noticed the young nation fade out from reality, his shoulders slumped. He waved his hand in front of his face ignoring the concept of personal space and that's when he froze. He had hurt the young nation unintentionally and guilt started to riddle across his expression. "OH MY GOD I'M SORRY!" He said realizing that his mouth and unthinking brain had done harm once again. He grabbed America by the shoulders and pulled him into a hug. "It's okay shrimpy. It's okay...at least I hope it will be." He chuckled nervously. "Look you don't have the naval power, or army power, or even the armory that England has but what you DO have is willpower. It's strong and your strong and you have a determination that burns through you. Everyone can see that. Freedom, liberty, equality right?" He rambled. "Maybe that's enough to equal England's power. He's an asshat anyway. No one needs that tea drinking, crooked-teeth son of a bit-…Brit." He said remembering not to say 'bitch' in front of the shrimpy child.
"Wha-" gasped America. The poor nation was squeezed into the territory's chest, and he could barely breath in his iron embrace. Kansas was rambling something, an apology, and, wait, is he getting a pep talk from the teen who just brutally slapped the truth in his face? "You are not helping!" Squealed America through Kansas' arms.
Kansas winced at that and then pulled back from the nation and looked at him. "I know, I know." He said. "I just really don't think before I talk and stuff." He said and smiled warily. "What I said was true though. But you beat England. That's what matters right? I mean you defied against all odds and took that motherfu-...mother-fuzzer down without any trouble! Now that's some American whoop as...whoop something. Got it?" He said correcting himself as he went along. Damn. Not cursing was harder than I thought.
"Sure..." America snorted, and laughed, "I got it, alright." He paused, but then he began again, this time more apologetic than before, "hey, I overreated a little. But in my defense, you were being a real… uh… mother-fuzzer?"
Kansas blinked and then he started laughing, his laugh echoing through the woods. He gripped his sides as he keeled over and continued to laugh. "You got that right!" He continued to laugh. "I am a mother-fuzzer." He slowly stopped laughing with great effort and looked at America. "You'll do great kid. You'll do great…" He said and smiled softly at him. For the first time ever he believed in his nation.
I hope you all enjoyed this one-shot this is part of the Fifty States AU! More one-shots like this will be coming out and I do plan to show how America gained his independence in this AU to clear up some confusion and also add more background story. Anyways, until next time dearies!-Admin
