It was a day like any other.
Vermont was sitting at the corner of a large couch, beside him, multiple other states watching a baseball game.
And, like any other day, Vermont was sick of all his fellow states, with the notable exceptions of Wisconsin, New Hampshire, Oregon, Maine, and to an extent Hawai'i. After a while of taking in the totality of his life, he decides to go upstairs to his room to watch some *quality* television (and by that I mean Twin Peaks). So, alas, he goes upstairs, and watches *quality* television. About 3 episodes later, he gets bored, so he decides to go visit one of his friends from abroad, Quebec. Due to him not being able to fly there with his wings, he decided to take a bus to Canada. He then packs a bag, takes his passport, unfurls his wings, opens his window, and takes off.
About two hours later, and he's in Union Station, NYC, waiting for the next bus to Ottawa.
POV: New Hampshire
It's been about 3 hours since Vermont went upstairs. Knowing him he's probably just going to visit Quebec (honestly, I kinda ship it) again, so I won't say anything.
I then grab a glass of water, and walk upstairs to my room to find that the window is wide open, and leaves are blowing into the room somehow, yay.
I then get a broom from a near by closet, sweep it up, and toss the leaves outside of the window. After wiping some nonexistent sweat from my forehead, I lie down on my bed, open Twitter, and start doomscrolling, because why not? After...5 more hours I decide to go to sleep once I realize it's 10PM.
POV: Vermont
After arriving in Ottawa, I decide to fly the rest of the way, I then put on a song, and start humming as I fly, each flap of my wings going with the beat. And while listening, I notice something oddly..familiar? It seems to be an arrangement of trees in a shape, and then suddenly, my vision blacks out, between seeing the formation and blacking out, images flash in my eyes.
A green and blue flag with 14 stars
New Hampshire holding a musket to someone's chest
Chains
A stagecoach
Hiding in a kitchen cabinet
Someone of importance to him being shot
His "fathers" voice saying "welcome to the family, Vermont!"
then, it dawned on him. America's not his dad.
(Rewriting is hard, but I'd rather rewrite it than cringe at my former writing.)
-Rose Tonight
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Freedom
Fanfic(BOOK 2 IS OUT) Vermont could not catch a break, he felt like he was lone in his house of 53, so he decided to visit his best friends house. But something goes wrong.
