America the Beautiful (United States of America #1)

Minnesota

"What the hell happened to my muffins?!" a male voice screeched throughout the entire house, and America groaned, wondering who spiked Bryce's favorite blueberry muffins this time.

Bryce was the state of Minnesota, parts of the actual state being founded in the Louisiana Purchase, born in 1849 with New Mexico, Utah, Washington, Kansas, and Nebraska, so it made sense that France would be his father.

Because of his industry, Bryce was also a working man who works in many places: sawmills, farming, coal mining, and many more. Though, now he works in a blueberry farm which he uses to make his muffins. America never got tired of this revelation; Bryce would eat blueberry muffins every day, and he was just as bad as Canada when it came to his pancakes, France when it came to his wine, and even England when it came to his scones.

Which is why a few of his siblings thought it would be funny to spike the batter of muffins from time to time, which pissed Bryce off to no end.

Speaking of which...

"Get back here you little brat!" Bryce commanded angrily as two pairs of footsteps pounded around the house, one laughing, and the other screaming his butt off. America recognized the first voice as Nevada, who, thanks to his split personality, liked messing with his older brother whenever he had the chance.

America opened the door and grabbed both boys by the ears, earning yelps of pain, and dragged them inside her workroom to give them a piece of her mind, especially since she was trying to work and wasn't in the best of moods.

Bryce was a pretty handsome boy too, which his dirty blonde chin-length hair, hazel blue eyes, and tan skin, and he also wore clothing from the 1900's because of his oldest theater and restaurant, which America had visited herself a couple times and enjoyed the life out of. He was also the exact height as his father, but wasn't as tall as his older half-brother, Daniel. While he never complained about that, America couldn't say the same for Nevada.

Both boys were as frozen as statues when they saw their mother's angry face.

"How many times have I told the both of you to knock this off?" America asked. "Do you want Ysabel to be on you for wasting food?"

Both boys flinched, Nevada mostly, because Ysabel's anger was not something to celebrate about.

"But it wasn't my--"

"I know it wasn't your fault Minnesota," America interrupted wearily. "However, you should know that's not going to stop your sister from probably trying to murder you for doing something like that, and Nevada? You're probably going to be in more trouble for this."

Nevada sweat-dropped nervously.

However, despite his hot temper, Bryce was pretty much very cooperative, though only if something meets his standards. He also knew his limits, but that sometimes didn't stop him from trying to get past them to get work done. That was where he developed his intolerance for idiots from, that including the other nations his mother has to work with.

"Ungrateful bastards," he had seethed one time after America came home, stressed. "You were right Daniel; why they were even allowed to be nations I'll never understand. Mom seemed to be the only one willing to work for a better country, and yet they're not allowing her to focus on her own economy! How immature can they get? I can't believe my own father is one of those idiots!"

Daniel patted Bryce on the shoulder. "I feel for you man. This is one of the reasons I'm glad I don't have a father, but no offense to you."

"None taken, but can't they for once look past the mask?"

Daniel sighed. "I don't know, but when that day comes, I'll re-watch the recording every day just for laughs."

America couldn't wait for that day either, despite her fear of being discovered.