Hetalia: The Fifty Stars

Chapter 23: My Own

Maine. The 23rd state is maine-ly (ha ha, puns...) known for lighthouses and lobster. Before her statehood, she was originally known as the District of Maine. Back then, she lived with her brother, Massachusetts, for a period of time. Although normally nice and polite nowadays, there was a time when she was rambunctious and unruly.

At the turn of the 19th century, Maine was a pre-teen who was desired for independence from her brother. Unfortunately, Massachusetts disagreed with his sister's request to separate from him. The two were known to get into arguments over her position. In midst of their arguments was the start of the War of 1812.

Due to her vulnerable location and lack of authority, Maine was unable to defend herself and was soon captured by England. Until the end of the war, Maine was controlled by the British, unable to do anything. As a consequence from this traumatizing event, she became more motivated toward separation and statehood.

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September 1813.

I slammed open the door to his study. "Mason (Massachusetts). Is it true?" I questioned in a panic.

He lowered the newspaper he was reading on his desk. He proceeded to cover the newspaper with his law books, placing a stack on top of the front page. "What are you talking about?" he said in an oblivious manner.

I narrowed my eyes. "I'm not that naive, you know." I waved the newspaper I held in my hand.

He heaved out a heavy sigh. "Don't worry-"

"Mason! He has come back to get us!"

He didn't seem at all fazed by the dire situation. "Like I said, May. There's nothing to worry about. I'll protect you, so please calm down."

I furiously shook my head. "How could you be calm over this?! My home is vulnerable to land and sea invasions. No doubt that limey bloke is going to take advantage of Canada and raid my private regions."

"Please don't put it like that..."

"Oh, sod off! What I said is true, and there's nothing I could do about it. All because you refuse to let me be independent."

He scowled, looking rather annoyed with me. "That has nothing to do with this war."

"Of course it does!" I lashed out. "Just recently there was a naval battle off my waters, yet I haven't had a general or a politician notify me. This is my home, and I have the right to know what's going on within my borders. Keeping this stuff away from me isn't going to protect me. And when Arthur comes, he'll...he'll..." 

I broke down in lip-curling sobs, recalling frustrating memories of my former caretaker. Arthur was rarely involved in my life. The few times he was involved weren't rosy. Painstaking mannerisms, strict rules, the endless chores, he expected me to be a proper English lady. I hated it. I wanted to be my own person. I wanted to do whatever I want without getting told off how improper it was. He was so upset when I sided with America, he swore he would get me back by whatever means.

And now, he's here. He's come back to get us.

I felt a warm embrace eclipse my body. Peering up, it was Mason. "It's alright. No need to cry now..." Mason held me gently in his arms.

I whimpered into his chest. "I don't want to go back to Arthur. Never again..."

He nodded. "I'll protect you. I promise I'll keep you safe from that limey bastard. No need to cry now. Alright?"

I wiped away my eyes, giving him a curt nod. "You better," I sniffled.

He softly smiled. "I will," he said.