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The Truth (Americanized Part 2)

Part 2 of that oneshot I wrote for NewJerseySHlol. Keep in mind that Oklahoma has been brainwashed and manipulated by America since 1890ish in Kai's headcanons for this, and the fact that this is not my headcanon.

Fall, 1970

"Okie!" Oklahoma heard his father call. His head shot up from where it had been resting on the table, and he quickly rushed towards his father's voice.

"Yes? Do you need me?" He asked, coming up to where his father was. His father nodded and sighed.

"I need to tell you something, Oklahoma. Something that I definitely should have told you a while ago." Father said.

"What is it?" Oklahoma asked, curious.

"Oklahoma..." Father began, before hesitating slightly, "Oklahoma, the five civilized tribes didn't kidnap you."

"What?" Oklahoma gasped out, nearly falling over in shock.

"I gave you to them to raise," His father said. No, that...that couldn't be true.

Could it?

"Why?" Oklahoma asked in a strangled voice. His father loved him. Why would he have abandoned Oklahoma with the Indians?

"Because you were Indian Territory. But when Oklahoma Territory was created, I knew you would become a state someday. So I forced them to give you back." Father said. Oklahoma nodded. His father has talked about this many times before.

"You saved me from them," Oklahoma said. Father sighed and shook his head.

"I stole you from them. They were your family." He said. Now, Oklahoma was the one shaking his head.

"No. You saved me from them. You are my family! Not them!" Oklahoma insisted. Why was his father saying all these weird lies right now? He knew the truth, and he had taught Oklahoma it.

"That was a lie. I never saved you. I said that to manipulate you. Oklahoma, I'm sorry." His father said.

Oklahoma's breathing was quick and panicked. He turned and bolted out of the room. Upon entering his room, he slammed the door shut and locked it.

"He's lying, he's lying, he's lying, he's lying. I'm American. Father saved me from the natives. I'm an American," Oklahoma said, trying to convince himself that his father's statement wasn't true. He had to be lying. He just had to be.

All that had happened since 1890 couldn't be a lie.

Oklahoma felt like he was falling, like he was drowning. Everything was too much. Those few words, that revelation, had ripped away Oklahoma's safe world, his life.

Father had manipulated me, according to him at least. Oklahoma didn't feel like he had been manipulated.

Maybe this was part of a bad joke. Maybe Oklahoma had done something wrong. Had he acted unAmerican? Had he acted too much like an Indian? Did he make them not trust him anymore?

"I'm American, I'm American, I'm American," Oklahoma muttered desperately.

Oklahoma was American. He wasn't an Indian. Why did his father say those things? Oklahoma must have done something wrong.

Oklahoma needed to do better. He needed to be better. He needed to make sure his father knew that Oklahoma was an American, through and through, regardless of the manipulation Oklahoma suffered at the hands of the Indians and regardless of the lie his father had just told.

Maybe that was why he told Oklahoma. Perhaps this was a test!

That had to be it! This was a test by his father so Oklahoma could prove to his father that he was no longer corrupted by the Indians who kidnapped him. Oklahoma smiled.

Oklahoma was going to pass this test.

He was an American. Not an Indian.

Anyone who said otherwise had to be wrong.