America the Mysterious (United States of America #1.5)

Honeycomb

*Requested by AgentAJAKAAngelHeart* 

This isn't going to be what you've asked for because of the time period the event spoken here took place and Missouri and Iowa's personalities, so I apologize for that.

Iowa, or Ysabel Jones/Bonnefoy, glanced nervously at her older brother, Missouri, or Noel Jones/Bonnefoy, cursing the fact that she was alone in the room with him. The reason for her discomfort?

One of their half-siblings accidentally brought up the Honeycomb war, which happened back in 1837 when Missouri was physically almost three and Iowa herself wasn't technically born yet! Now, although they never talked about the Honeycomb war, Iowa knew that her older brother never forgot about it.

However, he never brought it up with her.

"U-Um...frère?" Iowa asked uncertainly.

"Ja?"

"W-Well, um..."

Iowa bit her lip, now cursing her inability to think of something worthwhile to say.

"It's alright."

"Huh?" Iowa stared at Missouri with bug eyes, unsure if she heard right.

"I'm not pleased zhat zhe people who lived in my state at zhe time vere so persistent, but jou need to remember that I myself have almost started zhat war," Missouri explained, looking to her with calm eyes. "After all, zhose people vere hoping to invade jour territory, vhich set jour people on edge, und rightfully so. Zhankfully zhose who used zheir heads prevented zhe actual war from happening."

"But..."

Missouri watched Iowa, clearly in no hurry to hear what she had to say.

"But I was still zhe one who started zhat war."

"And do jou remember zhat jou veren't technically born yet?"

"Well, oui, but--"

"Und how can I blame my own kleine schwester? Specifically who vasn't born until zhe year after?" Missouri raised an eyebrow at Iowa. "If anyzhing, I should be blamed, for I vas unable to stop even my own people from doing somezhing terrible."

Iowa recoiled. "But you were only a child!"

"I know, und zhat's vhat's made all zhat hard. I vasn't as strong as Muti, nor vas I able to get my current leaders to listen to me. Now, don't misunderstand me Ysabel, I know zhat I'm not to blame in more vays zhan one, and zhat zhe chopping down of a few honeybee trees vas zhe only zhing zhat happened, but zhat doesn't mean zhat I don't feel guilty for nearly starting a redundant war." 

Iowa lowered her eyes in shame, also embarrassed at her own foolishness. "I'm sorry, frère."

"Don't be. I have never blamed jou for vhat has happened, but I'm afraid it vill take me a long while before I can forgive myself for zhat time."

The siblings sat in comfortable silence for a couple minutes until Wisconsin came in, clutching her badger close to her chest as she glanced uncertainly at them.

"Um...Ysabel, Noel? Mama wants to see you."

Said people looked to her, confused. "Who are you?" Iowa asked, questions marks above her head.

Wisconsin face-planted. "I'm your sister, Yolanthe!"

"Oh, dammit."

"Language," Missouri scolded, staring hard at Iowa.

"I'm sorry!"

 Frère means brother in French.

 Kleine schwester means little sister in German.