Maryland Fact: Maryland's Mount Clare Station, built in Baltimore in 1830, was the first railroad station in the United States.

At around 5 am in London, Maryland quickly scurried to her grandfather's door. The door of Arthur Kirkland, the United Kingdom. After looking behind her she softly knocks the door. She waits a minute but there is no response. Maryland then breathed a relieved sigh and turns around to leave. Accidentally tripping on and breaking something by England's door, creating a large crashing noise. Lights are then turned on in the house and loud stomping and slight cursing is heard on the other side of the door. An annoyed England swung his door open investigating the noise.

"Who the bloody fuck is making so much noise?" He says bitterly, " I swear if it's you again Ireland I'm going-"

Arthur spots Maryland kneeling by the broken mess and points to her, " Now who the bloody hell are you?!"

Maryland mumbles a timid sorry while trying to fix what she broke, but her attempts don't work and it shatters once again breaking into even more pieces. Mumbling another sorry, Maryland gets to leave just as a tried looking Frenchman joins his English companion, "Who's at the door Arthur?"

"Just some bloody drunk git," Arthur leans against the door frame and goes back to yelling at Maryland, "Get out of here before you break something else."

"But-" Maryland realizes that getting England's help wasn't going to happen, "Yes, of course, I'll just go."

"Arthur Kirkland, you will do no such thing. You are not throwing this poor girl into the streets. She's probably lost," Francis stops Maryland, "Are you lost mon cher?"

"No, I just..." She trails off.

"No matter, come inside," France tells her, "Arthur will make his tea."

"I will do no such thing!"

"Fine then I'll make some coffee," Francis walks out and gingerly puts his arm around Maryland and leads her inside, "Now why is such a pretty little thing like you out there all alone?"

"Well, I'm not lost," she pauses, "I just need to speak to Mr. England. I'm one of Alfred's kids and-"

Arthur stops her before she could finish, "Well you didn't have to go breaking my house now did you!" he scolded, "I should have guessed that you were Alfred's. Creating a scene like that...You Americans have to always be at the center of attention."

"Calm down Arthur, I'm sure it was just an accident. Now what did you want to ask Arthur?"

"Actually...It was kinda private," Maryland made quick eye contact with Francis before looking down intently at her shoes.

"Oh," Francis gave her a pat on the back and headed towards the kitchen, "I'm just going to go make some coffee then."

"Fuck, I'm going to be hearing about this for months now," Arthur looked over at Maryland to see her still staring down at the ground, "Well, come on then, we haven't got all day." Arthur leads her over to the couch.

"Well, you see, there's this thing..." she pauses.

Arthur just shakes his head, "What did America do now. That lad is always up to no good."

"No, it's not Dad...it's just I have this thing...and you see I don't really know how to deal with it. I didn't know anyone else I could go to. I just really need your help."

"Help with what, darling?"

"Well...I"

"Good God, you're not trying to rebel against Alfred, are you?"

"Um..." Maryland gets up nervously and starts backing up towards the kitchen.

"WHAT ThE BLOODY HELL Is WRONG WITH YOU? ASKING ME tO HELP YOU REBEL AGAInST MY OWN BLOODY SON! I KNOW HOW MUCH REBELLIoN FUCKInG HURTs A PERSON! I JUSt HoPE ThAT ALFreD NEVER HEARs aBOUT THIS BECAUSe It WOULD HaVE BrOkEn HIS FuCKiNg HeArt! NOW GeT tHE out!" While in his rage, Arthur throws a vase in her direction just as France is walking out.

"What is going on?" Francis sees the vase and cringes, but a few seconds later he looks up to see the vase run into an invisible wall and shatter. Arthur runs to Francis to make sure he's alright, "Merci Arthur, you saved my beautiful face from injury."

"It wasn't me darling," They look up to see Maryland making a shield with her arms. Arthur feels the invisible wall and senses the magical aura coming off of her. "Bloody hell."

Maryland and her sister Pennsylvania are the most motherly out of all the states. Maryland and Massachusetts used to be very close growing up, but due to some unfortunate circumstances can never see eye to eye anymore and tend to get into arguments whenever together for too long. Maryland is often called "Mary" by her family and she joined the union April 28, 1788.