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Disclaimer-I do not own Hetalia…or Apple…or the How to Speak Like A Redneck App…nor do I claim to be a redneck so if I get a few of the terms wrong, don't yell at me.

How to Speak Like A Redneck

America had a headache. The world couldn't seem to figure out exactly what role they wanted the superpower to play. Some wanted him to go to war in Syria, others wanted him to stay off of any continent other than North America. Some countries felt that he should lead the investigation for the missing Malaysia aircraft, but other countries felt that America was clearly somehow involved in the aircraft's disappearance. Then there was the whole Crimea mess. He really should be focusing more attention on that issue but it was a little bit difficult when he was stuck with several states bickering the background.

"You know what? Spring is here, why you all go outside and get some yard don't work done." America put his foot down and glared at his 'children.'

"But…" Florida began but America cut him off.

"No buts about it. I am trying to set a good example and getting my work done. If you want to be lazy today that is your own business, but stop distracting me."

"Okay." Mississippi said a bit crest fallen.

"Well it would be helpful if we could get, Oregon to get the bob war out of the pickup." Tennessee said smugly, then he nudged the gulf coast state.

"Oh, Washy could check the tars." Mississippi chirped in.

"My name isn't Washy." Washington snapped back.

"Sure it is." Florida goatted.

"Can't you people speak in English?" Oregon rolled their eyes.

"He cudnt unnerstand a wurd we sed…must be farn." West Virginia drawled.

"Nah, they just want our rats." Alabama said suppressing a giggle.

"Come on, you all. Do you have to act like children?" Virginia glared up at her fellow siblings. "I know for a fact every one of you is over a hundred."

"But it's funny." Florida chuckled.

"Washington, Oregon, hand me your iPad for a moment." The Commonwealths fingers dance across her siblings pads as she downloaded a new program for them.

"What is this?" Oregon asked still confused.

"It is an app. One to translate the redneck gibberish that my fellow southern states have decided to spout off today."

"Oh." Washington said after staring app for a while. "So, if I reading this right. Tennessee wants us to get some barbed wire out of the truck and once that is taken care of then Mississippi says we should check the trucks tires. That shouldn't be too difficult to take care of."

"Well, the mountain is out. Let's get dialed in." Oregon smiled while giving Washington a brotherly slap on the shoulder. With a nod the two states headed out into the yard.

When door snapped shut behind the Northwesterners, South Carolina broke the silence. "So do we get an app to translate them?"

America groaned.

End Note-Ah the joy of localisms.