A long time ago, America, as a continent, was whole. When people from another land discovered this New World, however, it was not whole anymore. From these people America, Mexico, and Canada were born. America was taken in by the British Empire, and Canada by France. Spain took Mexico. America lived with the British Empire for many happy years, until the Empire tried to repress the colonist with soldiers and taxes. And so came the American Revolution.

And so America left England.

It was the (American) civil war.

"I can't believe hov laz security iz around here. Vou! Come vith me!"

The red-blonde man, who the young Germanic looking woman pointed to, yelped and hurried to stand by her.

"Who are vou?" The long blond haired girl demanded. The boy shivered.

"Ah…."

"Vell?"

"AH! I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Please don't shot, I have a relative whose Germanic!" He pleaded, waving his arms in front of him rapidly. He was treated with a blank look.

The Northern States where having a meeting to discus battle against the South.

Mein Gott…

"Please, please, don't shot! I'm just little ol' Connecticut. I wouldn't hurt a fly! I couldn't hurt a fly! Please, scary lady, don't shot."

Scary… lady…?

Wisconsin felt her eye twitch.

"I'm not going to shot vou."

Connecticut stopped.

"You're… you're not?"

"Nein."

"Oh…"

It was there Wisconsin met Connecticut.

Connecticut. Wisconsin mused on the man (?) in front of her. He was tall, certainly, but not as tall as her. Red-blonde hair, light brown eyes, skinny and lanky with long arms and legs. He looked good, came to her mind reluctantly, in the very nice looking suit of his and shinny shoes. Not as practical as her uniform, which she wore now, but it somehow… fit him.

It was quite. For all of three seconds.

"You know, you look really pretty (even if you're still scary), miss. What's your name?"

Pretty? Wisconsin felt a blush spread on her pale cheeks. Wait...

"Scary… lady…?"

"Eh? Eh? Ah! I'm sorry, please don't shot me!"

Wisconsin could only manage to sigh.

"… Wisconsin." Now he looked confused. "My name… is Wisconsin."

"Ah! I've heard about you! Hey, hey, you're that Germanic relative I was talking about! Or, well, one of them. I guess I have a lot, now that I think about it. Huh…"

Connecticut was rambling, but he couldn't help it. Not only was this woman really pretty, what with her long, slicked back blonde hair and bright blue eyes that pierced through him and stared him down at the same time, but she was scary, too, with her big size and broad shoulders. She looked like she could (and would) crush him.

He really didn't want to be crushed.

Oh! But she was really pretty looking, too, so maybe if it was her he wouldn't mind a lot. Connecticut couldn't tell much of her body type besides height and the like because of her military uniform (so unflattering!) but she looked like she would have a big chest (actually, she did now that he really looked at her and not her big stature) and nice, wide hips, too.

"Wisconsin…?" Connecticut let her name trail off his lips. He watched her blush again as he said it, a red stain on her usually unblemished white skin, and smiled.

It was then Connecticut decided he really liked Wisconsin.

The Four Corner States

Utah slowly peaked around the corner of her house. She looked left and right, up and down, feeling like one of those spies from the movies. The thought made her giggle a little, but she quickly quieted down.

"U~tah~!"

Too late.

Utah let out a squeak as she was tackled to the ground. New Mexico, grinning from ear to ear, laughed triumphantly as a huffing Colorado finally caught up to him.

"Too slowly, girly!" He declared, sticking his tongue out at Colorado. She huffed again, but out of annoyance rather than exhaustion.

"Argh, whatever. She will be mine."

"Not if I have anything to say about it!"

"What about Arizona? She is also after Utah."

"Not if I have anything to say about it!" Utah sweat dropped.

Why where her siblings so weird?

The Northerns (The Ones Really Up There) Part 1

It was cold.

The wind blew harsh against everything in its path, cutting through the day with a sort of… vicious precision. Idly, Maine wondered if her tea would stay warm long enough for her to enjoy it.

Hopefully.

She turned at the sound of footsteps approaching. Vermont, icy blond hair tied let down for once, stared up at her. Maine smiled at the other girl, tipping her head towards the door. It was an invitation.

Vermont took it.

Her glove clad hand turned the doorknob and she entered slowly, wiping her feet on the mat placed before the entrance. She walked quietly up the stairs without pause, only stopping when she reached the balcony door. She walked back out. Maine held out a pre-made cup of tea to her, still warm. Vermont sat down before excepting the beverage.

"Lovely weather, is it not?"

Vermont smiled.

The Northerns (Part 2)

New York was once again taunting New Jersey. New Hampshire, of to the side, sighed. Sulking, he sat curled up in a corner of the room. It was another meeting gone awry, it seemed. And it seemed that, once again, New Hampshire was forgotten by his close siblings. He sighed again.

A shadow fell over him.

Startled, New Hampshire looked up and nearly screamed when he saw Vermont standing in front of him, staring down at him. Her sea green eyes were staring down at him, hair tamed into a high ponytail and face curiously blank.

God, she was scary.

When she moved, he flinched and closed his eyes. After a moment of pause, and New Hampshire realizing that no, he wasn't going to get hit, he slowly opened his eyes.

Vermonts' hand was held out to him, dainty fingers covered by a white gloves. Dazed, New Hampshire reached up with his own hand and grasped hers. She helped him up and then proceeded to drag him over to another state.

"Hello." Maine nodded to him, and he nodded hesitantly back.

"Hello…"

Maine smiled pleasantly and offered him some tea. He accepted.

"Thank you," he said, sighing in content as the warm tea helped him relax as the chaos of this meeting increased.

"Very nice," he praised, "Warm and sweet and creamy."

"Why thank you," Maine said back, blushing slightly.

"You don't mind me being here….?" He asked, worrying over interrupting him even if he didn't mean to. Maine shook her head, light brown locks shifting from behind her ear.

"Vermont brought you here," she assured him, "so feel free to join us anytime, New Hampshire." And New Hampshire smiled back at her, feeling guilty but still thinking he would never voluntarily join them again because he barely knew them and suddenly felt embarrassed about it.

But every meeting after that, he would always join the two female states. It was inevitable. In the background, Maine laughed pleasantly and New Hampshire followed after her with his own laughter.

Behind her cup of tea, Vermont smiled.

Visiting Uncle Canada

Minnesota was a nomad state. She never liked to be tied down to one place, and frequently walked about aimlessly. One day, tired of seeing her get lost over and over again, Michigan asked her a question.

"Why don't you… visit Uncle Canada?" Minnesota had given him a blank look which he took for confusion.

"That way, you can go someplace new without getting totally lost or bored." Minnesota had nodded her head, thinking it to be a good idea. So Michigan gave her the instruction on how to find Uncle Canada.

"Just…. head north from here. If you find someone who looks like America there, you've got him." So Minnesota went north. And she found him.

"Uncle Canada," she greeted him. The Nation gave her a shy smile. "Minnesota. How are you?" She shrugged and he laughed.

"It's hard to believe Alfred raised you, with how quiet you are and everything." He paused.

"Oh! But, I, um, wouldn't change it for world. You're a very nice person, Minnesota."

Now a days, Minnesota visited Canada a lot.

The Twin States

North and South Carolina were frequently mistaken for each other.

They liked the same things, had similar thoughts and feeling towards certain subjects, and both talked a practically the same time. They both were pale, with dark blond hair and grey-blue eyes. North Carolina's hair was shorter than her sisters, though. It was hard to find one without the other.

But things happened.

"Eh? North Carolina?" Virginia blinked at the state standing at her doorway. She ushered the other in and closed her front door. For a moment, Virginia almost asked where South Carolina was, but then saw the look on her little sister's face and sighed.

"Tea?" She asked instead. North Carolina shook her head, the dark aura around her not flattering. Virginia felt awkward.

"… Coffee?" North Carolina nodded. The older state proceeded to grab a cup and pour some coffee, both for herself and her guest. Usually she preferred tea, but she didn't feel like waiting for a drink. She handed North Carolina a cup.

And thus the awkward feeling returned.

Virginia sighed.

It continued like this for some time, quiet and slightly awkward (for both states, if Virginia could tell from her sister's face). Soon the door burst open, though, disturbing the peace.

"East!" Oh, great, him. Virginia thought, twitching.

"Yes, West?"

"Do you have any coffee?" She twitched again. "You can all the way here to ask if I had coffee? Stupid git, of course I have coffee! What do you take me for, England?"

West Virginia laughed. "With the way you talk? Yeah, kinda."

Dear Lord, please kill him now.

"So can I have some?"

"Will you go away?"

"Nope." She sighed, waving her hand towards the pot.

"Go ahead." He cheered and Virginia rolled her eyes. She glanced at North Carolina, only to see her staring back with a raised brow. A flush started on her cheeks. Must West be so insufferable (especially when she had guests)?

A crash.

"Not my fault!"

North Carolina shot her a sympathetic glance, and Virginia felt her blush spread.

Head, meet desk. Desk, head.

West Virginia and North Carolina watched, both nursing a cup of coffee, as Virginia banged her head on the table and stayed slumped over.

"Hey, sis, you alive?…."

"Mmmoh."

"I'll take that as a 'yes', then."

Finally, after several more minutes and several more head desks, things were calm again.

Bang!

Virginia groaned, and the two other states sniggered at her distress.

"Why do I even bother locking the door?" She lamented, looking at her front door from her hunched over position in the living room. She got up to answer it.

South Dakota and South Carolina waved to her as she opened the door. Virginia raised a brow.

"What…?" South Dakota smiled sheepishly, a floren Carolinian clinging to her hand.

"North was getting annoyed. She won't let go." Was all he said, and Virginia gestured to her living room. South Dakota gratefully walked in, South Carolina tagging behind. Virginia walked slowly behind them.

All was silent.

"North!" South Carolina wailed, seeing her twin sister. She let go of South Dakota's hand and ran forward, hugging her sister. "Sorry. Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry…"

Nobody spoke. A beat passed.

"S'okay." North Carolina finally hugged back, and the twins smiled at each other with wet eyes.

"So…" West Virginia once again broke the moment, "What happened?" Virginia shrugged, as did South Dakota. West turned to look at the twin sisters', a confused look plastered on his face.

"She wouldn't let me have any Pepsi."

The others sweat dropped as their fellow twin states walked out the door, hands intwined.

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Author(ess) note: Hm, not as well written as I would have liked for it to be, but I had to change some things around so it was more vague for future chapters. Um, the writing format I'm using is, what I call, comic style. Basically, it's like describing what the manga version of this would be like. Maybe one day I'll be able to make it into a comic (with help from my friends) and post it on deviantArt or something for others to see. Anyways…

It was the (American) civil war.- Vague line is vague, as is the next bold line after this up there. This is mostly 'cause I was lazily and couldn't think of/look up another position in which Connecticut and Wisconsin would meet. .

"U~tah~!"- Yeah, I went there. It's a love square of sorts. Arizona (who's part I could not work into, darn it!), New Mexico, and Colorado fight over Utah. Why Utah? … Er, well, no reason. Mostly because I thought pitching Arizona and New Mexico against each other would be funny (NM doesn't like Arizona's new immigrant laws…), so it was either Colorado or Utah. I read another fic where Colorado was fought over and was like, let's give Utah some love, hm?

Vermont- Okay, she sounds really creepy. I noticed that after I finished typing her part. Don't get the wrong idea, though. Vermont is not creepy, she's just quite and doesn't smile a lot, hence the focus on her smiling with Maine and New Hampshire. She is not scheming or anything, even if it sounds like it. Seriously. That's bad writing(wording?) on my part. She's like Belarus in appearance, only with sea green eyes and more blondish hair. But she's actually really nice and determined to help others, despite her sometimes uncaring attitude/blank face.

Minnesota- Short entry for her, I know. Mostly I just wanted to establish that she's close to Canada, and that she doesn't stay home a lot. More on her later, I promise.

The Twin States- I couldn't get North Dakota in there. T.T Sad face. That one was the hardest for me to right, as it kept looking awkward to me. Oh well, I tried. Er, and West Virginia and Virginia… originally, I never thought them to be twins but, yes, they are in real life (not as in people, as in states). Weird, I know. Also, my friend, Tobi, pointed out to me (and I swear, I did not notice this) that the way WV and Virginia act are similar to Germany and Prussia, and that's funny because the geography's not the same (West= Germany, but WV acts more like Prussia, who is East).

"She wouldn't let me have any Pepsi."- Pepsi originated in North Carolina. Seriously, look it up. I know, stupid thing to fight over. But they are Americans, remember? We like our soda (pop, coke, whatever…)

I apologies, once again, for the long note. I do not own Hetalia. Please Review.

Yours Truly,

Broken