Fact: The first Thanks Giving was in Massachusetts

Massachusetts and Maryland bounded up to England's front door carrying a decent sized cardboard box with air holes in it. Both with troubled looks on their faces.

England answered the door and invited them inside. France, seated on the couch sipping tea, greeted them as well.

Once settled, England filled the silence, "Well children, what brings you two over all of a sudden?"

"We need your help," Maryland answer.

"Yeah, Mary fucked up big time," Massachusetts added with a laugh. Maryland hit him and the siblings began to fight.

While they continued to fight, France came up with an idea and whispered it to England. Then he stood up, "Stop!" He demanded, "Both Arthur and I want to know what is going on, so I'll take Massachusetts into one room and Arthur will take Maryland into another and we'll interrogate you separately. Then, we'll reconvene out here and figure out how to fix whatever it is that seem to be troubling you. Ça va?" He paused, there were no complaints, "Bien."

With that, the two parties left to separate rooms to begin the inquisition, leaving the box where it sat.

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"Whatever ol' clam breath Masshole says, don't believe him, it wasn't my fault," Maryland said confidently to her granddad. She paused to think before continuing, "Maybe a little bit, it was my magic, but he's to blame too. Massachusetts is as much involved with this as I am. Maybe even more considering he kinda started it."

o-o

"Why can't that girl control herself," complained Massachusetts to France, his tone full of aggravation, "I used to hate witches and magic (and I'm thinking I still do). But, over the years I've sorta come to terms with Maryland being a witch, don't get me wrong we still fight like hell, but the whole witch thing was something I was starting to accept," Massachusetts went off on a tangent, lost in thought, "When she first told me what she was, I felt betrayed, I was betrayed. However, as time past, I realized there was nothing I could do. But, this stunt Mary pulled reminded me why I hated witches and why magic is bad and for the COMMMIES."

France cut in before he could continue, "Mon cher, everything will be très bon in the end, just tell moi everything that happened, s'il vous plaît"

"We are going to be in so much trouble," Massachusetts sayed while leaning back and looking up at the ceiling.

o-o

"...Rowland and I have always fought; Dad says he has a short temper like you," England rolled his eyes at Maryland's comment, "But the majority of the fighting has been since he found out I was a witch. We just have such different views on everything and I just wanted things to go back to how they were," her rambling continued, " I was also so close to getting him to accept magic. But this has really screwed me over and he's blaming it all on me."

England reached out and put a hand on her shoulder signaling Maryland to stop talking, "Darling, we haven't got all day, this isn't some tell all couples' therapy session, can you please just tell me what happened?"

o-o

"...Anyway," Massachusetts continued, "this is what happened. I had invited Dad over for dinner after his meeting, being the good son that I am. I even was going to make some of my famous clam chowder. But, of course that nosey witch heard what I was doing and was all, 'Ooh, that sounds like fun! I'll bring pie.' I didn't even invite her over and who would wants pie from a witch anyway, it's probably poisoned for God's sake. And, yeah, we were trying to fix our relationship, but she still betrayed me in the past and it's gonna take more than some pie to fix it. Mary just can't be inviting herself over to other people's houses unwanted."

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Maryland took a deep before continuing, "...When I got there he was all like, 'No one wants your poisoned witch pie.' UGGG! I can't believe he thought my pie was poisoned!" She practically shouted, aggravated, " No, actually I can, it's so like him to make those kind of assumptions about me. Sure, I admit that it wasn't my place to invite myself over, but I hadn't seen Dad in a while and I thought Massachusetts and I were on better terms. I even made pie! But boy was I wrong about that."

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Massachusetts leaned forward in his seat, very into the tell of the event, "...So, Dad's meeting was over and he was at my house and we were eating the clam chowder out of bread bowls with some Boston Baked Beans on the side sharing a couple of Sam Adams. And let me tell ya, it was delicious. I even had some Boston Cream Pie in the fridge for dessert because no one wants poisoned witch pie. Then we heard loud banging at the door interrupting our amazing meal. I excused myself from the table to answer the door because I have manners unlike some people. And lo and behold it's my sister with her poisoned pie rambling on about some trolls or something."

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"...As I was was finishing up my pie at home, I got side track by an elf emergency. You know how elves are, they're always burning down some tree baking cookies…" England gave Maryland a look notifying her that she's getting off topic again, "Anyway, I was a little late arriving at Mass's house. So, when I got there I told him what had happened and apologized for my tardiness, and while I'm doing that he's just standing in the doorway with a bitch look on his face. I started to get a little heated wondering why he wasn't letting me in. But, just before any serious fighting, Dad comes over wondering what's taking my brother so long. Masshole finally moved over, letting me inside. I gave dad a hug and showed him the pie tin telling him that I made cherry pie."

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"...Of course I was blocking the door on purpose," Massachusetts said in a matter of fact tone even though no one was asking, "It was funny seeing her starting to get mad. Then Dad came over so I finally moved to let her in. She then got all rainbows and sunshine, perfect daughter mode taking with Dad. I'm just standing in the background watching her fakeness and drinking my beer. Then all I did was chuckle softly to myself and called her a phoney under my breath, but I guess I wasn't as quiet as I thought I was because next thing I know Mary is going all Hulk on me."

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"...He was sooo rude calling me phony. I called him out on it, we exchanged a few choice words, he calls me Bloody Mary a few times, and before you know it a classic Maryland Massachusetts fight breaks out. Dad tried to intervene a few times, but he wasn't stopping us. The fight continued a little longer, then I exploded, my anger literally made me erupt magic. BAM!"

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"...Bam! That soulless ginger tried to use magic on me in my own house. But what she didn't know is that I wear I magic protection charm. I am a witch hunter after all, I can't be vulnerable to magic. But because of my protection charm, her magic ricochet off-"

Massachusetts was cut off and all conversation stopped in the house because of a loud cry coming from the house's main room. Both parties returned to the room. All color drained from Maryland and Massachusetts' faces when they made eye contact with each other knowing what the now whimpering noise was that was coming from the box in the room.

"What's in the box?" France asked the states. They remained unresponsive, just staring at the box.

"Well I want to know what the bloody hell is going on," with that England walked over to the box and aggressively opened it.

"ENGWAND!" A small body of fabric and blond hair erupted from the box and latched itself to the confused Brit's body. The small body was of a boy Mr. England hasn't seen in a very long time.

"We are so screwed," Maryland and Massachusetts said in unison.

When the thirteen were younger, Alfred would always serve dessert before dinner just to show off all the power he had as a newly independent Nation. Also, he was a new dad to thirteen and it was the only sure way he knew to get all the kids to settle for dinner.