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One surefire way to manipulate Rhode Island is to call them Rogue’s Island– the name they were supposed to have

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What is the worst spell that has backfired on Minnesota because of Rhode Island? How did the other states react to this?

The time that Rhode Island accidentally replaced all the water in Minnesota’s lakes with coffee

Honestly none of the reaction got directed towards Minnesota. All the backlash went to Rhode Island– besides the actual coffee lake situation. The states kept going up to them with glasses of water and asking Rhode Island to turn the water into coffee “like Jesus did with the wine.”

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Rhode Island is the most stubborn, disagreeable little state you’ll ever meet. Their entire history is basically just them dissenting to everything over and over again. When Rhode Island is given the choice between two opposing opinions, they will dissent and disagree with both.

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rhode "i'm tiny and angry and kind of overprotective and if you look at someone i like the wrong way i'll be on you in 2 seconds" island

A Summary.

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RI has probably declared themselves team irresponsible mom for basically all of the states and provinces. like they'll make others put band aids on any little tiny cut and make everyone eat a good meal but then they drink 5 cups of coffee and call it dinner

Rhode Island is such a problematic person… they’re overprotective….. drink too much coffee……. pretty gay………. not an island……

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Due to being the birthplace of HP Lovecraft, I have a feeling RI has some magical powers as well, only they tend to be... ridiculously unreliable. These instabilities in their magic range from unintentionally putting out a candle to accidentally summoning Cthulhu in the middle of a state meeting.

“Accidentally?” Or were they just bored?

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consider the following; RI with a tiny fang because of the vampire shit that went down in like the 1890's and being really superstitious

Ooh I just looked this up its a really good story

Alright so in the 1800s New England was much less religious than they are today. Only around 10% belonged to a church. In place of Christianity, they believed in superstitions– horseshoes over the door, shoes buried under the fireplace, daisy wheels carved everywhere, they went all out. Rhode Island was a leader in this regard. After all, they had been founded by religious dissenters

From 1730 to 1940, practically the whole Northeast had tuberculosis and they were calling it consumption. Throughout the 1800s, there was this thing called the Great New England Vampire Panics. Basically if your whole family got tuberculosis and died, then the town thought that was pretty suspicious. Maybe that family was cursed. Maybe someone in that household was draining other family members of their life force. Maybe one of the first victims isn’t really dead.

Something would need to be done before the vampire finished off their family and moved on to the rest of the town

Maine and Massachusetts would simply dig up the grave, flip the coffin upside down, and cover it back up. Problem solved.

Rhode Island, Connecticut, and Vermont would exhume the body, cut out its heart, and burn it. Sometimes people who had TB but hadn’t died yet would inhale the smoke/ eat the ashes as a cure

New Hampshire was the only New Englander who didn’t believe in vampires

This stuff peaked in the 1890s, and when other people heard about it, it was seen as barbaric and backwards. It was the 19th century, not the Middle Ages for cryin out loud

It wasn’t common knowledge for so long because vampire exhumations were kept very hush-hush. No one wanted to be known as the family with a vampire in it. Most exhumations were done by the family, a few doctors, and maybe a priest/missionary (Rhode Island got sent a lot of missionaries)

Except in Vermont. Those two were sort of opposite ends of the spectrum. Rhode Island had a ton of infamous vampires; Vermont had a ton of infamous vampire hunts. They tended to have large cemeteries in the center of town, impossible to conceal what was going on; whereas Rhode Island had hidden family plots tucked away on rural farms

Vermont vampire hunts would involve most if not all of the town. They were a big community event. It was almost a festive occasion

tl;dr Rhode Island the vampire and Vermont the vampire hunter

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RI is one of the best writers in all of the states- they're just too nervous to let anyone read any of their stuff. (Pretty much all of NE has stolen their writing on more than one occasion.)

All the New Englanders have a rep as phenomenal writer nerds. Rhode Island needs to embrace it

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Mississippi And Rhode Island May be a little touchy geeky for Hawaii. On Valentine’s Day it’s alright.

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“Don’t mind me stealin’ this here real quick" 

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You never leave another nation alone to die alone.

It was an unspoken rule.

If you saw something happen, if you were within reach, if you dealt that final blow, you went. You knew: there was nothing worse.

Russia pulled America into his lap, ignoring the blood. Ignoring the make and model of the rifle slung across his back versus the size of the hole that he could see bone shards and muscle, still warm, straight through. He pressed the young man’s gloved hand into his own, and he met those wild blue eyes.

America whimpered. Russia squeezed his hand.

“It will pass. It is natural. In death may you know life, and in life may you remember what it is to be human.”

Fear seizes the heart first, the wild pounding only increasing blood loss. And then there is the darkness that creeps into to a pinpoint of consciousness, one only capable of understanding I am dying. I am going to die.

Dull blue eyes, unpolished marble.

“It will pass.”

America opens his eyes in his home. He opens his eyes and sees the most famalier sight in the least famalier of bodies. It lacks tattoos. It lacks scars. He’s been wiped clean: baptism by blood. And it could be that nothing ever happened, that it was all some horrible dream, some nightmare from which he’s finally awoke…

But he remembers.

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Hetalia Headcanon…

that the nations enjoy taking classes as history majors, literary majors, or just other historically driven fields, just to argue with the class. Like, they knew these people, and they were at these events.

Other students are like “Idk why but don’t mention Hemingway in front of Al, he’s got like… Thoughts.”

And they argue with teachers, spend time writing these crazy detailed reports on why Cromwell knit socks– I know there’s no historical evidence but he did– and they drive everyone crazy.

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1/29/19

Been a long time huh? Sorry I left for a bit. Things got wild. First Daisy left. Her credits got transferred to some fancy medical school out west. Then Massachusetts came down and decided he would help me recover and yea, it’s a bit of a mess. But on the up side I’ll be a little more available now. And still posting regular journals about my days.

Thanks for bearing with me!

~Rhody

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1/13/19

Daisy was out all day today at school. She had a test or something. CNA Certification or something. Suffice to say I got board. So I might have done something really dumb. I went for a walk. Nothing big just a short walk from my place to Providence Place. Just a hop skip and a jump across Providence. Half an hour there and back plus an hour walking around the mall. Managed to snag a Totoro Stuffed animal because when I saw it my heart kept to my throat and I knew I needed it. I am holding it as I type. But the walk was great. Yea it was through Providence but it was quiet. I had only myself and it was damn near perfect. Don’t get me wrong. Daisy is the best caretaker I could ask for. It’s just that she’s... a bit much. And I mean that in the best way possible. But she walking into a room and could be just sitting in the couch with me with no conversation and I still feel like I need to leave the room because her very presence is to loud. Ya know? Idk. I feel like I’m not making sense. I think I’ll go for that walk a bit more. Make it a daily thing. Get one thing, a shirt, a plushy, a note book, at the mall or Arcade or some other place I find along the way. Get me out of the house, maybe get me to heal faster. It still hurts to do much of anything. Guess I never really knew how damaged my veins where when it was still in my system. Yea I think that’s a start to a plan at least.

~Rhody

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1/10/29

So....uhhhh,sorry for not, like being active.... but I’ve been kinda,,, dead? Yea so, apparently, after so long being on drugs and having them in my system, depriving my system of those drug of which it has come to rely on is kinda,,, bad. Did I go back on them? No. Even though I crave them super badly, but with the help of Dasiy and the near constant pain of my body healing, I can’t and haven’t left my house (let’s be honest my bedroom). I’ve died a few times sence my last post, mostly from the withdrawal once because I threw myself out a third story window in a desperate attempt to ease my pain and go get more. But that was a low point, I’m better now, a little. Not at all. It still hurts to move, to breath. I know I messed up my veins doing heroin for as long as I did. Honestly I’m surprised I still have feeling in my limbs at all. I’ve asked Daisy to see if she can pull some strings, get me some meds for the pain. She just lies and says she’ll get right on it. Honestly, if I went to a doctor they would put me on morphine or something, anything, as long as it’s in the sane stran I could get high. Looks like I didn’t give Daisy enough credit. For the best, I suppose. Heh, already I’m thinking about relapse or taking something new. I think I made the right choice in having Daisy be my guide through my detox.

I think I’ll tell Massachusetts, Mark, soon. Once I can reliably be left alone in the house while Daisy goes out shopping. She’s a little controlling. Says she dosent want to run the risk of me calling someone and them bringing me more to shoot up with. I’m sure after an intense yelling match Mark will be let in and reinforce Daisy’s strict ‘no contact with the outside world until your craving go away’ rule.

I’ll write again soon.

~Rhody

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January 3rd, 2019 Everything hurts, it all tingly, I woke up in a panic attacks and it won't go away ive thrown u pp three times and im shaking so bad i can barerly tipe my chest hurts and its getting hard to breath. I think i keep blacking out too?/?? Like there are parts of the day i cant remember doing beucse apperntly i got dressed out of the pajamas i threw up in ???///?? And i tried leaving to get mre beuse SOMEONE ALREADY CLEAND MY STASH i will so fucking fiught daisy if she dosnt let me bget more i NEED more all fo this will go away if i et more…. Im going ot try ot get more even if i havta jump out the iwinfo for it. Ill do it i swear

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A Friend Enters the Picture

January 2nd, 2019 - A Friend Enters the Picture So…. I have recruited a friend of mine into the cause or recovery. Her name is Daisy and I feel bad letting her get tangled into this, but she insists that if I don’t go to an acute center then i should let her help as much as she can. As much as I have faith in her ability to take care of me at my worst (I really don't, she's only beginning her college courses in addiction rehab and thinks this is going to be good first hand experience) I have been coerced into the role of guinea pig. She also may have lowkey threatened to tattle about how bad I am to Massachusetts, and that is not what I want right now. And yes, she knows that we are personifications, I trust her, I told her. I guess I would tell you guys a bit more about her right? Well…. she’s sweet, strong willed, motherly. She reminds me of Virgina if Virgina was liable to throw a Chancla at you when you did something wrong. If there was any one mortal woman that could keep me under house arrest long enough for me to detox fully and could pull me through this almost bootlegged rehab it would be Daisy. She cares, if not in a family way then I think maybe in a romantic way, I don't know…. It's been too long since I’ve had someone just…. Stay with me because they wanted to help, who doesn't have to be reminded about who I am every now and again, who isn't my friend just because I gave them money and we all happened to shoot up in the same room. I think this will be a nice change of pace as I heal. A step back into getting me social again, a step into getting me to be part of a family again. I have to go now. Havta go over what Daisy should do in case of me seizing and/or dying from withdrawal. Man i hope this doesn't traumatize her to bad.

~Rhody