"The States Were Personified..? ...Yeah, We Know." [REMASTERING]

-|"...Yeah, we know." (Prologue) [ORIGINAL]|-

Sigh. I suppose it's time... Alright, here we go then...

Okay, so imagine this scenario: say you're an immortal being, more specifically the literal Mr. United States himself, and a group of about five or so of your teen/preteen "United States" end up finding you and the rest of your nation-buddies inside the UN Headquarters in New York.

Well, for the real personification of America, a strange, small sense of dread built up inside him.

"Ah, I had a feeling you'd still be here" an auburn-haired, light skinned boy spoke as he walked with a large vanilla folder, seeming to completely ignore the eyes of some other countries on him. "And now that we're here, I believe that someone owes me something.."

He glanced behind him, not being able to hold back a small smirk as he watched a pale, blonde haired, blue eyed boy roll his eyes and slap a ten dollar bill into the palm of the other's hand. "Thank you for your generous donation, Dela~"

"I told you not to call me that..!" the one whom was called 'Dela' threw back, shoving his wallet back down in his pocket.

"Eehh, not sayin' I told you so, but you should of just believed York when he said he 'knew this place like that back of his hand'... (Although now that I think about it, that was probably a lie.)" This time, a curly black haired girl with much darker skin than the other two spoke up, glancing at the one who'd apparently just lost a bet.

'Dela' just scoffed while 'York' handed America the folder. "Anyways, you forgot these. Again."

...Where have I seen this scenario before..?

"It's a lucky thing I found it! Would of been a disaster if it was left undiscovered, hahaha!" Another girl talked that time, with shoulder-length, slightly wavy brown hair and fair skin.

"Oh, don't be so daft, 'little miss sunshine'. I was the one who found it while you glanced over it twice and thought nothing of it!"

A voice that sounded like a bizarre, horrific cross between a Boston accent and a British accent came from the fifth (and last) of the group of teens; he was pale like 'Dela' with green eyes and multiple features that made him stick out, like his blonde hair which he kept in a low-hanging ponytail, a weird curl on the side of his head, and eyebrows that could rival England's thickness.

"On top of that", he continued, "You didn't think it held any importance until I pointed it out!"

The 'sunshine' girl in question pouted. "Geez, aren't you cranky. What's wrong, didn't get your daily cup of cranberry juice yet?"

"What does that have to do with- Oh, never mind..." he told her, turning his head towards the ground, already tired of her.

When silence filled the room again for a moment, all eyes suddenly were on America now, who in return gave everyone a nervous glance.

"Heheh.. I suppose you all want an explanation..?"

England raised an (awfully large) eyebrow at his question. "No..? And I'm certain it's not needed."

Now it was the American's turn to be confused.

"Wait, so you know-"

"Know the States?" at least six of the nations finished for him.

"Of course we do, don't you remember, you idiot? I've known since you and some of the others were colonies, and I know for certain that Massachusetts" he spoke as he pointed towards the boy with the blonde ponytail, "-was one of them."

Upon mention, the Bay State focused his current feeling of annoyance into a glare, which he shot at England.

"Nice to see you again too...", the British nation mumbled under his breath. "And alongside New York" to which at that, he then pointed to the one that was called 'York', "-I know at least eleven more."

"I know Delaware.." Sweden spoke next, just as 'Dela' gave him nothing more than a slight wave.

It seemed like at that moment, a sudden surge of realisation and remembrance hit both France and Spain at the same time.

"Louisiana..?"

"Florida..!"

The two states mentioned were suddenly and simultaneously tackle-hugged by their previous caretakers. That alone sparked its own line of chaotic energy, with Florida and Louisiana trying to push the nations off of them, as France and Spain were too busy gushing over how cute they still looked and how much they had grown over the years. Though that little ordeal was pushed back to the foreground of this scene as America was about to speak again.

"So, I guess I don't have to tell y'all that-"

"The states were personified?", the others finished for him again. "...Yeah, we know."

"Oh.. Ahahahahaha, that's right, I totally forgot! I mean, they've existed for as long as I have anyways. And God knows how unnecessary and stressful it is to hide fifty plus kids/teenagers from the rest of the world without at least someone noticing something's up."

"Then what was the deal with the way you acted before?" England asked.

America just shrugged in response. "I dunno. It just came to me, I guess."

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So, the conference proceeded as normal with seemingly no conflicts sparked, as New York lead everyone else outside and towards his car. Though just as he was about to unlock it, a thought came in his head. He turned behind himself, looking back at everyone else (though specifically the more southern states).

"Wait... How the hell did you all get all the way up here..?"

A wave of silence washed over the five as the realisation set in place for them all.

At that time, Florida calmly stated:

"Don't question it."

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