California becomes the Mayor of Hell. Texas solves problems with guns. New York has a rat infestation. And Florida does Florida... All in all, it's just a normal day for the 50 States of America.
"America: 50☆Stars" is a Hetalia fanfiction series ma...
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For a long time, Kyoto was the capital of Japan until events in the nineteenth century forced them to retire. Amid the political chaos, the Emperor of Japan chose one city to start anew. That city was Edo. The city was then reborn as Tokyo, inheriting the honorary role of being the national capital of Japan.
Her whimsical atmosphere reminded Washington D.C. of the younger years. D.C. recalled such memories while she and the Japanese capital strolled down the spring path, wearing komon kimonos in navy blue and cherry blossom pink respectively. To be honest, she expected Tokyo to be some sort of ancient figure of great wisdom. After all, Edo was a city that existed hundreds of years before her existence. Much to surprise, Tokyo was the complete opposite of what she imagined. The shy, raven-haired girl was four-and-a-half feet tall with the youth of a cherry blossom in eternal bloom. The perfect word to describe her: kawaii (cute).
For about a week, D.C. stayed at Tokyo's house, helping her catch up to the rest of the world and westernize her for the world stage. It was an experience D.C. would never forget. Thank America for coercing her into coming here. This place was freakin' awesome as he would put it.
"Senpai," Tokyo pointed at the pink branches above them, "aren't they pretty?"
D.C. made a nod of acknowledgement. "Kireina (Beautiful)," she awed at the amazing sight. "These cherry blossoms... They're called sakura, correct?"
"Mm-hm. They usually come into bloom for two to three weeks, so you're really fortunate to witness them."
"I see..." She studied the pink and white blossoms hanging above her and the surrounding people that gathered in the park to marvel at the lovely sight. "Your house is very pretty."
"You think so?" There was a twinkle in her plum colored eyes. "I-I mean, it probably doesn't compare to your house. I bet your home is more gorgeous than mine."
"Uh..." She cringed at the thought of Tokyo visiting her house.
The area around the Potomac River was essentially a smelly swamp full of ogres. Aka politicians. The flood waters would constantly soak the ground, constantly turning the roads into an icky, muddy slush. The summers were especially intolerable. For the flies and mosquitos, it was heaven in their disgusting eyes. The sweating, the itching, and the diseased-ridden filth was so commonplace, it put D.C. to shame. She was supposed to be a city that represented American democracy. In reality, she was a district full of crime and crummy slums that made Mississippi's home look like the Garden of Eden. Seeing Tokyo, a younger capital, keep her house so beautiful and tidy made her a bit envious in a way.
"What is your house like?" Tokyo asked.
"U-Uh..." She quickly composed her thoughts. "It's not like your home, so I doubt you'll be impressed by the sight."
Question marks appeared over her head. "What do you mean by that?"
"Well..." She looked up at the flowering branches above her. "For one, the trees in my home aren't like the trees around here. Most of them were cut down in order to make room for roads and buildings. So, it's really impressive in my opinion to see such beauty this close to your home." She breathed in the fresh, spring air. "... I really am fortunate to see this before I leave."
