Hetalia: The Fifty Stars

Chapter 17: Ohio Burgee

Ohio. The 17th state is quite special. For Ohio as a character, he's known to both loathe and love himself, often confusing his fellow states. One reason he loathes himself is his stereotype mainly being known for cornfields, politics, and the one boring state to be avoided.

On the other hand, he'll brag how he's home to many achievements such as being the birthplace of aviation (to North Carolina's denial), winning the Toledo Strip (to Michigan's fury), and being the birthplace to influential figures such as Neil Armstrong, Steven Spielberg, and seven of the nation's presidents (often arguing with Virginia over the title, "Mother of Presidents").

Even with his achievements, he still claims how "bland" he is. Which is why at the beginning of the twentieth century he decided to be a part of the trend of adopting his own state flag. The flag he created continues to be flown in present times, seen as one of the most unique flag designs in the United States.

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"That's the flag you chose?" New York held his hand over his mouth, unsure on whether to laugh or cry to what he saw. 

"It's...unique to say the least..." New Jersey awkwardly chuckled, unable to find anything positive or negative to say at first.

"I think it looks great!" Ohio huffed his chest. "What do you think, Michigan?" Ohio turnd to his rival who came for the sole purpose of shitting on Ohio's flag.

The brunette with grayish purple eyes glared up the top of the flag pole with a disapproving frown, shaking her head in disbelief. "That is not a flag. That is the decapitated head of a satanic bird. It's absolutely hideous." 

The three alongside Ohio were staring at Ohio's state flag that flew in the vernal breeze underneath the American flag. A swallowtail design. Patriotic colors displayed in an unusual way. Not to mention a large, red spot surrounded by white five-pointed stars in a blue triangle in an odd pattern. Boy, where to start?

"Dude, what were you drugs you took to create this flag?" Jersey questioned.

"Yeah. I get you want to be unique and all, but this is unusual for a flag. Like, what's with the shape?" York followed suit with his own criticism.

"If a rectangle were being fucked by a triangle, this is the monstrosity of a child they created," Michigan sneered, earning a few giggles from York and Jersey.

Ohio crossed his arms, trying not to get too upset and blow a tantrum in public. "Ha ha, very funny. You're just jealous of my flag being the best designed among everyone else's flags. Admit it. It's awesome." He smirked.

"Jealous? Awesome?" Michigan scoffed, "That flag is a crime against America. That flag will peck your face whenever you look into its one soulless eye."

"That is not an eye! That is an 'O'," he corrected.

"An 'O'?" the three repeated, astonished by this revelation.

Ohio confidently nodded. "That 'O' represents me!" he said proudly.

"Oh, really?" Michigan quirked an eyebrow. "I thought it was a zero representing the score you got on your flag design."

York and Jersey laughed while Ohio frowned on her rude comment.

"Fuck off! I worked really hard on this flag! It was either this or a state seal over a blank sheet. I think this flag is cool, and you have no right to judge when you don't have a flag yourself."

Michigan huffed. "Please! The American flag is all we need," she pointed toward the American flag that waved proudly above Ohio's flag. "I don't see the point in making our own flags. I mean, we're only states of a country, so a state flag isn't necessary."