Crazy Little Americans

There's Three Americas!?

Arthur-American Duo's Residence, Washington D.C

Arthur huffed. First, he can't talk to Alfred. Second, he can't talk to his brothers. Third, he can't talk to Matthew either! He hugged his knees close to his chest. This wasn't fair! Why did none of his colonies look like him!?

Well, at least Ever looked like him, but he's French! Maybe he shouldn't be mad. Louis didn't look like Francis and he was French. He wrapped his arms around Carwyn and listened to what he was talking about with Francis, María (Mexico) and Matthew.

"I would love to talk to Ever more. I could visit him as he's right below my country." Matthew said, holding up his phone so the rest could see. He was right. Maine was right below.

"That's cool! I wish I could do that! However, I live an ocean away." Francis sighed.

"I looked up some of the states near me. Turns out, most of them were owned by Spain and then me. Except for Florida. And New Mexico. Then why was it named after me?" María inquired, surprised before glaring at Antonio.

"I wish my provinces were personified." Matthew sighed, María nodded.

"We just met Arthur's siblings like two years ago and now, America's states. I don't think we need anymore of this." Antonio groaned quietly. Lovino nodded in agreement beside him.

"Maybe, they do exist. You just have to find them!" Gilbert encouraged them. María and Matthew looked at Gilbert and then each other.

"Maybe." María answered. Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

"I'll get it." Arthur muttered, slipping his arms from Carwyn's torso. He walked over to the door and opened it. There stood a young woman dressed in a floral shirt and knee-length skirt. She had waist-length dirty blonde hair that looked more brown than blonde and had light tan skin. She held multiple files in her hand and looked tired.

"There you are! I was looking everywhere-Wait, you ain't North." The woman said, staring at him in disbelief. Arthur stared back, shock written on his face.

"Who-I-who?" Arthur stuttered.

"I'm Gabriella Justice-Esther Jackson or the Western States of America. Call me Gabby. You know, I can't believe Alfred started without me." Gabby groaned, pushing past Arthur and entered the kitchen, "Alfred, come here you little skank. I'll murder you!"

"Al's dead." Matthew whispered softly as crashes came from the kitchen.

"Agreed." María agreed. Alfred stumbled out of the kitchen with an ice pack on his eye. He wasn't dead, but he had a black eye.

"Alright. I agree I should've waited when Gabby was here. However, I didn't want to wait. I hope Gabby introduced herself so I'm not really needed here." Alfred said.

"Waitwaitwait, when was Gabby born?" Arthur inquired.

"After the organization of the Northwest Territory. Alfred thought I was the Northwest Territory." Gabby laughed, "Anyways, food's here."

The countries exploded into cheers as Mike, Nicky, Cara and Vinny brought lunch in. Dally, Gabby and Allie all rushed back to the kitchen where the others were eating.

"Maybe, you should've waited for me before introducing like over twenty of them." Gabby hissed, slapping Allie in the face.

"I'm sorry." Al sighed, rubbing his cheek.

"You better be." Gabby snapped, storming off to get some food. Dally sighed and rubbed Al's back.

"I don't need your comfort." Allie huffed as he leaned into Dally. Dally lifted an eyebrow, but didn't comment on it. Alfred reminded himself to introduce Gabby before anyone else.

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I hope you enjoy this chapter! I know it's short, but it's before we introduce more states. Just enjoy!

Edit: I've edited this entire work so some things have changed. Also, thanks for all the support y'all have shown me and for over 700 reads!

Edit: I also changed NY and NYC's skin color.

Words: 606

-Rose