All righty so there seems to be a bit of confusion about one state in particular. Northwest Territory. She is made up of Ohio, Indiana, Illinois, Michigan, and parts of Wisconsin and Minnesota. The reason she and South do not get along is because she and Alfred were the only Northern representations at the time of the Civil War, she was also a part of the underground railroad as a lot of runaway slaves went through her to get to Canada. Also I realize that Canada has a province named this also and it will get confusing I suppose, but I can't think of any other name for her. Sorry. I hope this helps you understand a bit better though.

I did go back and edit a name change for Northwest Territory in. I hope this help to clear up any confusion you may have had. She is now referred to as Ohio aside from a few formal references during introductions.

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Gilbert gulps and turns around to face the one addressing him. There behind him is a tallish, well most people seem to be taller than Gilbert, man, his blonde wavy hair reminded Gilbert of Matthew's hair, but this guy's was longer. Not much of that was really mattering to Gilbert at the moment though, the only thing that was going through his mind was that he knew this man, and it was making him start to panic. He recognized him from that memory involving his brother being killed.

He swallows, trying to wet his dry throat and making himself sound less nervous, "Uh yes, what can I help you with sir." Gilbert curses at his voice cracking at the beginning and watches the other man with wide eyes.

Gilbert watches as the man's blue eyes seem to go from mirthful to confused by his reaction, "Hmm, well I would like to introduce myself. I am France."

France watches the boy as he seems to recognize him, but his obvious nervousness did not go away.

"Um hello. Canada has told me about you. He says that you were the first to take care of him when he was little." Gilbert tries to force a smile. Gilbert kept trying to force down his rising panic. He knew who France was. His friend, the only one of the allies to fight for him to live, the one that raised Matthew. But he couldn't shake that memory of him standing over a boy about his age and running him through.

France studies the boy in front of him. When the boy had first come in he had been so certain that it was his long dead friend somehow back from the grave. Even after Canada had introduced him he still believed it possible. Now however, he was not so sure. Prussia would never be so nervous, he was much to arrogant and flamboyant to stand there shaking like a leaf while talking to another nation.

"Ah I see. Has mon fils been treating you well?"

Gilbert nods, "Yes."

"New Prussia." The two turn to the Canadian coming up to them. "There you are. We should be going now."

Gilbert nods all to eager to be out of the presence of the other and latches onto Canada's arm tightly. Canada looks down at him a bit surprised and notices his shaking. Worried but not saying anything just yet Canada nods to France. "It's good to see you France. I'm sorry I can't stay for long but I'm sure New Prussia is hungry. We haven't eaten for a while."

"Non, it is no problem Canada. Ah but would I perhaps be able to join you?"

Canada almost glances down at the boy squeezing his arm even tighter now, why did Gilbert seem afraid of France? Weren't they friends before? "Ah thank you for the offer but I think we'll just be ordering room service and eating in our room. Come on New Prussia. We should be going."

France watches as the two leave, curious and confused. Why would the boy be scared of him? France looks around to see who he might be able to have join him for dinner and his eyes lock with Germany's for a moment. France almost dismisses the look immediately, but pauses on his way out the door. Was that anger in the German's eyes? Continuing out the door and down the hall France ponders it. The similarities in their appearance were uncanny, more than a coincidence, and if the name had come after the boy's discovery he would understand. But there were a few things that France knew which apparently the other nations were unaware. New Prussia was an old piece of land. Back when they were still colonizing New France, Prussians had gone over and claimed a bit for themselves. And judging from the states he would look older than he does if he was truly that old. So how is it the boy was there? France stops and leans against a wall in the hall, hand on chin in thought. Despite never having been told France had noticed a similarity between Germany and Holy Roman Empire all those years ago. He never told anyone nor did he approach Prussia about it. After all Germany acted different and seemed to have no memory of being HRE, the only thing to give him away in the Frenchman's eyes was his appearance and relation to Prussia. Also the fact that Germany appeared shortly after HRE's dissolution made for too many coincidences. France pondered this. Was it possible that Canada had somehow saved the Prussian, his age matched the two states he knew to have been created around 1950, so the timing would be right. A change in attitude could be explained by a loss of memory coupled with being raised in a completely different manner. But why did he remain nervous after France had introduced himself?

Matthew and Gilbert made straight for their room, Gilbert not releasing the other until they were in the room and Matthew made for the phone to call room service. Gilbert just collapsed onto his bed and began to wish they had brought Kumajirou with them instead of leaving him at home with his friends checking on him.

When Matthew finished ordering for the two of them he turns to Gilbert and takes in the state he is in before settling down beside him on the bed. "Did something happen between you and France? You seemed kind of scared of him."

Gilbert looks up at Matthew and lets out a breath, "I, I was scared he would recognize me. You said he was a friend of mine way back."

Matthew nods, "But even so you weren't even that scared of Al when he had you pinned to the wall last week. I find it hard to believe that France is more intimidating them Alfred when he's pissed off.

Gilbert looks down and fiddles with his hands in his lap. "Yeah well, you remember Wednesday when you had to come get me from school after a panic attack?" He continues at Matthew's acknowledgement of the event. "France was the one I saw killing Ludwig. I don't think I can tell him everything like we did with brother." Gilbert looks up, fear hidden deep in his eyes, "What if he tells everyone or tries to..."

"Gilbert. He was your friend. He was one of the only allies to fight for you to be reassigned as a different nation. I doubt he would hurt you. But I won't make you tell him if you don't want to."

Gilbert nods. He knew Matthew wouldn't make him do anything he didn't want to do, so he was able to put aside the rest of his fears on the matter. Things would all work out, right. The other nations seem to have bought their explanation so far.

Russia was intrigued. First with this New Prussia fellow and secondly with Alaska. New Prussia bothered Russia. He looked so much like Prussia and the excuse that America had given for their similar appearance and name didn't seem quit right. No things just did not add up. Russia smiles his innocent smile that hides so many dark thoughts as he thinks about how to get the truth about the little region of Canada.

Russia's other thoughts were on Alaska. He had always wondered why it seemed America was the only representative of such a large and disjointed nation. He knew America's history and so it made sense that many of those territories he had bought over the years had personifications. Russia was rather pleased about Alaska, she looked so much like him. Those eyes though were all American. It made sense to him though if she were their daughter. Maybe not in a biological sense but she had been his first, right.

Russia continued smiling as he made his plans, those around him oblivious to his thoughts.

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I had to throw in the evil Russia, he's too precious. My best friend tells me I should cosplay him. Maybe I will. Please review.