#Countryhumans Florida

[uknwnnmr]

I wasn't planning to do Inktober but then my friend started and I decided to do it too and then the entire group started, this was a chain reaction

Anyways here are first 5 days of Inktober

Doing it with USA's kids (after marriage with Ottoman) and special guests every 5 days

[xertel]

contributing to the statehumans content by posting an ungodly amount of ny and florida doodles

[weirdestbooks]

Florida Occidental (Wattpad | Ao3 | CH HHM Oneshots)

Florida knew he should be more upset about becoming a British colony—about being taken away from his family and shoved into an environment in which he knew nobody.

Sure, Santiago had become British, but that was long ago, and Florida was sure that his prior identity as Santiago had been all but erased from his mind.

He was happy to escape his Padre’s overbearing, perfectionist nature, the never-ending stream of insults and jeers towards the imperfections that made Florida the failure he was. 

He wondered if his Padre and Abuelo would even miss him. Surely, Padre would be happy that his children looked a little more perfect with Florida gone. He just hoped that Gran Bretaña would be kind to him, more accepting of Florida’s imperfections, or at least passing them off as a result of his Spanish heritage.

Although, based on how Gran Bretaña ignored Florida, focusing only on the French Colonies, it seemed that Florida might get off lighter and be looked at less closely as Gran Bretaña monitored the children of his most hated enemy.

Florida was often left alone, not yet ordered to bow at Gran Bretaña’s and forsake his family for the empire he was now a part of.

He realized why a few months after moving in.

He was ordered to Gran Bretaña’s room by the Thirteen Colonies, the colony that was supposed to be teaching him English. Florida had suddenly known it when the British took control, but now Thirteen Colonies mainly helped him by perfecting his grammar and getting rid of his accent, all flaws Gran Bretaña wouldn’t allow. 

After seeing what Gran Bretaña did to the colonies that annoyed him, Florida was eager to get rid of it. 

The pressure of perfection had returned. Although Thirteen Colonies was much kinder than Florida’s Padre had been. It was…it was nice.

But when Gran Bretaña ordered Florida to his office, Florida was scared about what that meant. Had he not been perfect enough? Had Gran Bretaña learned of Florida’s horrible imperfections from his Padre or Abuelo?

“Hello, señ—sir. You wanted to speak with me?” Florida asked, trying his best to focus on appearing normal and speaking English. 

“Yes, I did. I know we have not spoken much since your arrival, and I wanted to apologize for that. The French colonies and their disloyalties have kept me busy ensuring they understand where their loyalties now lie,” Gran Bretaña explained with an apologetic smile.

“I understand,” Florida answered. 

“And I thank you for that. I see your lessons with my son have been going well. It is nice to see you adapting so quickly. Now, I figured it was about time we established the relationship that would exist between us.” Gran Bretaña said. Florida was quick to bow his head, a habit long ingrained into him by his father.

“If you want to become my father, I am willing and ready to disown my Spanish family to become a true part of your empire,” Florida recited the lines he had come up with and practiced for ages with Thirteen Colonies to ensure that he said them correctly and, of course, perfectly.

“Thank you for your willingness, but I’m afraid I cannot accept that,” Gran Bretaña said. Florida froze, horror running through him. Did that mean what he thought it meant? Was Gran Bretaña planning on killing him?

“I accept your judgment,” Florida responded, trying to keep the fear from his voice. It didn’t work, as he could tell that Gran Bretaña had picked up on it.

“Do you think I’m going to kill you?” Gran Bretaña asked, sounding confused. Florida shrank in on himself.

“I understand why you would. I’m a—”

“Florida, you aren’t going to die. Trust me. Jamaica is…actually, I’m not sure if he’s your brother, but he was Spanish too, and he and I are close. I don’t want you to die. I believe that you can be a great addition to the empire. However, my government wishes to create a new colony from your preexisting land, and therefore…”

“Oh. We’re going to have a kid,” Florida realized. Gran Bretaña nodded.

“Yes. So I feel it is too awkward for you to call me father. However, if you feel it is beneficial to do a legal recognition, but not an emotional one, I can arrange that,” Gran Bretaña said.

“I would prefer not. I am loyal to you and only you, but I just do not want to…deal with complications from that,” Florida said. Gran Bretaña nodded.

“I understand completely. Now, I will call you back once I have fetched West Florida, who will be born sometime this week. Your new name will be East Florida, but you do not need to start using it until the new colony is born. I just wanted to give you an advance warning so you can start getting used to the name,” Gran Bretaña said, smiling again.

“Thank you,” Florida said, his voice tinged with relief. 

“You’re welcome. Thank you for being understandable. You are shaping up to be a good colony.” Gran Bretaña said.

Florida couldn’t help but smile. It was nice to know that he was wanted.

[aphshitpost]

no joke i just imagined the best snippets for a fan fic but it takes place in the middle so please, enjoy until I can put this in the fic:

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"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY?!"

"You heard me, for the next task, you have to swim away from this swamp puppy I yoinked from the Everglades!" Florida smiled, holding up a 15-foot alligator, "This is my pet, say hi to Orlando!" Orlando snapped its huge jaw at the nations.

Germany paled, "A-What?!"

"Sha, you heard 'im. It won't hurt ya, maybe." Louisiana chuckled, "Why do y'all look so scared? This is how we learned how to swim. "

"Ah, good days..." Florida remisced. He then snickered at Germany, "Why did ya think we brought y'all to a swamp?"

Denmark jumped into the swamp water, "Alright! C'mon Nor, we'll shove it to the others!" Norway huffed in reply, being dragged into the water.

"What 'Advanced Swimming Class' is this?" Grumbled Germany, hesitantly joining the Nordic countries. Prussia jumped in after him.

"Kesese! What, you scared west?" He teased, aggressively tousling his brother's hair. Prussia turned to Denmark, "We'll beat ya so hard you'll be running to Sweden!"

"As if!" Denmark retorted, swinging his arm over Norways shoulder.

"Alright! Releasing Orlando in 3...2... ORLANDO!" Exclaimed Florida, losing his grip on the vicious alligator, "Oh no! He's releasing the snakes! Get them!"

Prussia let out a high-pitched scream as Orlando charged at him. He took his leg and Prussia clung onto Germany. "Quick, sha! Hit 'im on the snout! Then get outta the water!" Louisiana exclaimed, running with Florida to grab the snakes.

"RUN RUN RUN!" Yelled Denmark hauling everyone out.

Prussia managed to wrestle free, before joining everyone in running in a random direction. It took a few hours of them running away from the various dangers of the Everglades before they realised something.

"Scheiße. We're lost."

[cafecubano]

lowkey serving cunt ngl

[americas-orphanage]

Hello!

How many of the orphans had parents that didn’t want them?

“Unfortunately, a lot of them were—”

“Like Alaska!” Florida chimed in as a poor attempt to be helpful, “And Louisiana! And… And me…!”

[shadythedark7]

💐Florida💐 ★ ★ ★ #statehumans #countryhumans #countryhumansamerica #countryhumansflorida #statehumansflorida #art #drawing #florida #digitalart https://www.instagram.com/p/ClU6DnSjhDb/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[weirdestcountryhumans]

Countries and Connections

This is a post that is just going to explore the many ways by which countryhumans are connected to their colonies through a bond that they share.

It's a bit long, so the headcanon is under the cut. I have also added this to my website.

The critical thing to remember is the bonds shared between countryhumans and their subdivisions is that the way they feel the bond is entirely dependent on the personality of the countryhumans whose land they are a part of, so I have a few examples I’m going to explain just to set out the general idea. If there are any not on this list you would like to see, shoot me and ask, and I will explain it.

AMERICA AND HIS STATES

As bonds are determined by the country’s personality, America’s adoration of his children has made their bond feel like a blanket wrapped around them. To many states, this bond feels warm and safe, and many of them often lean into it for comfort. It’s like when it’s a cold day outside, and you wrap yourself up in a blanket and lie down in your bed, warm and comfortable. 

However, while the bond they share is primarily positive, like all bonds between country and subdivision, it can turn harsh and oppressive. While blankets can be a source of comfort and warmth, they can also become hot and suffocating, which is how that bond can turn. Most of the time, this comes about when America is mad at a state, and they can feel the comfortable warmth of the blanket getting hotter and hotter and suffocating. In a way, it is a survival instinct, telling them when to turn back and stop doing whatever it is that they are doing that is causing their country so much anger. This is also completely unintentional on America’s part, as he does not control this bond, and instead, it just reacts to him.

Although all his subdivisions, states and territories, feel this bond, most are unaware of the strength of it, as they have lived their entire life with it. They subconsciously tune out a lot of the bond; to them, it is just a fact of their lives. However, some states and territories are more aware of it than others. 

USVI, Puerto Rico, New Hampshire, Rhode Island, Massachusetts, Connecticut, Delaware, New York, New Jersey, Pennsylvania, Maryland, Virginia, and North Carolina were all colonies of other empires before joining the USA, so bonds have been a natural part of their lives. However, America is very different than the bonds of their original nations, so they are aware of it more due to this difference. The kind of bond changed, and ergo they are more aware of it. The former Confederate states are also more aware of it due to their brief life as a part of the CSA.

To continue this talk of Confederate States, South Carolina, Mississippi, Florida, Alabama, Georgia, Louisiana, and Texas were all briefly independent before forming the CSA, meaning all of them know what it is like to not have the bonds of a nation on them. Texas especially, as he was an independent country before even being an American. The same goes for the states of California, Vermont, and Hawaiʻi, each with their histories of being independent countries. 

It is a bond that is very diverse and fluctuating but one that is relatively positive in comparison to other bonds.

BRITAIN AND HIS COLONIES

Britain is controlling. That comes to no one’s surprise. And, like how America’s adoration of his kids affected his bond, Britain’s controlling nature affects how his bond feels.

His colonies will argue a lot about how it feels. Some feel that it is chains on their soul, their arms, and legs, keeping them chained to his side and his empire. Some feel more like it is just ropes that tie them to Britain, but never ones that tie around specific body parts of anything. How they interpret it depends on whether they were an independent nation before their colonization and how strongly Britain tries to control them. The more he tries to pull them closer, the more that rope-like bond turns into chains. 

It was not always something that felt negative for the colonies, as most did not know life without it and thought that it was natural. However, the bond would often feel choking and oppressive, even as they argued that it was good.

When Britain got mad, that was when the bond really became noticeable. Chains became spiked, ropes tightened until they burned, and the colony was left with an oppressive wave of fear that choked them into silence like a noose tightening around their neck. Britain knew this and abused the bond to keep them quiet and docile.

For countries that came under Britain’s control, they were constantly aware of the bond, especially the more they were mistreated and/or hated it. Ireland always felt like chains were on his wrists (once Britain took power, that is, England’s original bond with Ireland felt different), even when nothing was there. He would feel that feeling almost every day up until his independence. It is very dependent on how willingly they joined him, however, and how their personal relationship was defined. 

The bond was definitely marked more by personal emotions than political ones, and it always varied in terms of chains vs. rope on how much Britain believed they needed to be controlled.

FRANCE AND HER COLONIES

France’s bond with her colones is like a storm, a force of nature that rages between them. Bonds are not physical things and, therefore, do not need to be connected by a physical feeling. France, a force of nature in her own right, would not manifest a bond in any other way. To her colonies, they often feel the bond as a gentle rainfall, leading to them being able to define France’s moods based on the weather.

She is not happy; she’s a rainstorm. She’s not angry; she’s a thunderstorm, and so on and so forth (I might put together a list of weather events and how they correlate to her emotions.)

It can be a bit hard to describe this bond when compared to the very psychical and controlling aspect of Britain’s bond, but that is indeed the point. Britain seeks control of his colonies, America seeks to care for them, and France is a force of nature her colonies must contest with. That is not to say she doesn’t care for them; she does, but she is just so bold, brash, and argumentative in her personality that she is far from the stereotypical depiction of a caring mother.

When she is angry, the bond turns into a storm that can decimate land and buildings, a storm that is directed at the colony of her ire and meant to bring them to her knees. France does not expect total control as Britain does, but she still expects those under her to be on their knees and swear loyalty. When she is happy with them, it is like a gentle rainfall after a long drought, the kind of feeling meant to bring about gratitude and thankfulness.

SPANISH EMPIRE AND HIS COLONIES

Spanish Empire’s bond with his colonies is like a cord connecting him to his colonies. Not a rope, not a chain, just a cord tying them together. Since Spanish Empire was not the most involved with his colonies, the cord was not often affected by his emotions, just sitting there and reminding everyone of their connection. Because of this, most colonies did not feel the bond until they started declaring independence.

There was the exception of New Spain, who adored Spanish Empire and borderline worshipped him, so he was always aware of the bond as he tried to wrap it tighter and tighter around himself, but he was the exception.

When Spanish Empire became upset with its colonies, the cord would tighten, but never to a degree that felt painful to them. Spanish Empire cared deeply about its family and never wanted to hurt them. So, his bond reflected that idea and remained just a reminder that they were his colonies, but never as a form of punishment like some countries used their bond.

RUSSIAN EMPIRE AND HIS COLONIES

Russian Empire’s bond with his colonies is like a warm fire in the cold, a light, and heat that those near to it will cling to as a source of heat and strength. Russian Empire was not a very loving or affectionate man, and he saw his colonies more as something to use than their own individual people, which made this bond unique. As Russian Empire had no strong feelings to contribute to the bond, the bond’s feelings were, in fact, made up of how his colonies felt about him. 

To his colonies, he was a good man who looked after them, and since they were both places up north, they viewed that through the lens of something that helps in the cold, a fire, and that was what the bond manifested as. A nice fire that got warmer the closer they were to Russian Empire, as well as when he was happy with them.

When he is angry, the fire goes out. No warmth. No light. No heat. Just a bitter wind and biting cold that freezes you in place under his icy gaze as the cold penetrates your very being. Bitterly cold, his anger is. Even if they were surrounded by real fire or in the hottest place on earth, his colonies would still feel frigid to their very core. It doesn’t affect their body's health, but to them, they are in danger of freezing.

His colonies will do a lot to preserve that warm feeling. It is very reflective of the situation many of his colonies were in, where they loved Russian Empire, but he did not care if he needed to leave them to die.

[a-personiftranslator]

A Comprehensive List of Every Personif Thing I’ve Seen, Ever

-A lot of old books, like Common Sense by Thomas Paine, refer to OTJs with she/her. I love them dearly.

-Just google national personifications.

-Welcome to the Table. US Statespirits.

-Meanwhile in Australia. Australian Statespirits.

-Hetalia.

-Countryhumans.

-Scandinavia and the World.

-Paris Burning and associated universe. Cityspirits. I was majorly influenced by this.

-The Great Cities series by N.K. Jemisin, favorite books of all fucking time. The avatar terminology and style of personification fighting basically made it into my canon wholesale. Cityspirits and boroughspirits.

-Living Maps: An Atlas of Cities Personified. Haven’t got it yet but I really want it.

-The Bible, apparently. Cityspirits.

-@mur-art’s addition: Big Wayward Girl. Statespirits. California.

-This old-ass poem has Paris talking. There were a bunch like it, but I couldn’t find translations. I owe my life to JSTOR, and my fountain pens.

-Centricide. Political personifs.

-Polandball/Countryballs.

-Socialstuck, Fandomstuck, and Socialstuck Cloutchase.

-Purge the Poison by MARINA. Mother Nature dissing humanity for climate change in two minutes.

-I Am California by John Craigie.

-@mur-art’s addition: some Statehumans comics.

-@mur-art’s personif playlist

-@mur-art’s addition: Florida’s state song (I AM OBSESSED WITH THIS THING ALREADY OMG)

-@bread--quest’s addition: Sedona by Houndsmouth

-@milokissa707’s addition: Canadian provinces as roommates

-There are a bunch of things on quora; just search something related.

-Nico’s Proposal describes the Administrator like the personif of the Foundation.

-Fall Witness, Part 2. Autumn Court Fae create an artificial personif of the O4 Council. Vanguard tale <3

-SCP-1761. This thing got me into the SCP Wiki in the first place.

-SCP-5513. I do not have words.

[universalcowboyclown2006]

Florida's relationship with his family (aka: the ex colonies of the spanish empire and Spain):

(old post that was on the drafts)

I wanted to do this since I knew that Florida used to be a spanish colony (and it was when I was on the countryhumans and statehumans fandom and the pandemic).

Well, let's just say that Florida's existence usually is forgotten by his "siblings" (sorry for that, Flo) because he's mostly perceived as an inmature, kept, dyslexic and having a younger brother's attitude mostly of the time. Otherwise, Florida also doesn't have a close relationship with them besides Cuba, Mexico, Puerto Rico, Dominican Republic and mostly all the caribean countries because of the distance and diplomatic stuff due his "siblings" are all or almost all independent countries with their issues and governments.

When Florida was a colony, he was neglected but not too much thanks to Mexico (yes, here Mexico is kinda nice but also had to mature fast to help to look after his "siblings" and end up with a generational trauma which Texas end up being a victim too), Cuba and Puerto Rico but yet neglected by Spain; usually passing his time playing alone and talking with gators. That made on him a more reserved and "calm" personality (he stills being hyperactive), submissive to Spain and loving her as his mom (thing that Spain TOTALLY doesn't deserve) no mattering what; in actual terms could be he was afraid of her abandoning and/or hurting him.

When the rise of independence in latinoamerica started, he felt he was being set aside by everyone in his family (Also Philippines and Guam felt the same as Florida but they were used to it), so he decided to do the same; get independence from Spain. He got a little help from Venezuela (West Florida Republic reference) but Spain didn't accept it in right terms and after the try of independence from Florida but before she sell him to the US, she punish him and...

???

The rest is unknown because...

Florida doesn't like to talk about it and possibly forgot it.

So...

He has mommy issues (daddy issues if you see Spain as a man)? Yes

And the rest of spanish colonies too (including my country of course)? Yes

And also, he has abandonment issues by the way because... Being honest, some colonies didn't give a shit if Florida existed or not or if he was dead or alive (that also includes my country, sorry), they were minding their own bussines and even didn't know his existence.

But they've known what punishment did Spain to him but they don't talk about it because for them it was traumatic to know and see the consequences of the punishment for Florida

[custarcake]

not to be personified countryhumans posting on main but Spain and France is the pre generation to Florida and Louisiana :3

[pedripop]

it all started in december 2016 in a Macy’s store in Florida…

my mom was shopping for clothes snd like any kid I was sitting on the ground waiting for her… being 11 and liking geography, I had already discovered countryballs. till then, it was all fine. that until it appeared some videos with countries but now they weren’t balls, BUT HUMANS. I liked the concept and watched some of them, still innocent, till I decided to search on google and then devianart fucked my 6th grader head permanently

THAT IS SO REAL

fuck devianart it got me into undertale countryhumans and sonic

[weirdestbooks]

Secrecy and Deception Chapter 23

The Space Race (Wattpad | Ao3)

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Event: First Intercontinental Ballistic Missle is Launched

Location: Baikonur, Kazakh Soviet Socialist Republic, Union of Soviet Socialist Republics

Date: August 21, 1957

Kazakh SSR stood by his cousin as they prepared to watch the launch of the R-7 Semyorka, a ballistic missile that they were attempting to launch to Kamchatka in this city constructed just for that purpose.

If successful, it would put them leagues ahead of the United States and the West, as this missile would allow them to laugh nuclear warheads against their opponents. More specifically, it would allow them to attack the USA. It was an important weapon that they needed to create before the USA got his hands on this kind of power.

Like with the creation of their nuclear weapons, Kazakh SSR was entrusted with supervising this project and ensuring its secrecy and success.

“Are you sure it will work this time?” USSR asked, his voice reflecting his annoyance with the failure of the earlier tests. He didn’t like this time being wasted, and he was busy enough with his other roles. There was a reason that Kazakh SSR was in charge of this and not his cousin. Kazakh SSR nodded.

“I am sure that it will succeed. The problems from the failed tests have been rectified and will not happen again,” he said. His cousin’s icy blue eyes seemed to bore into Kazakh SSR before he nodded. 

“For both our sakes, let us hope you are right about this,” USSR said. Kazakh SSR nodded as a fog seemed to roll over his bond with his cousin, clouding his mind. USSR always got like this when he was stressed, and Kazakh SSR was sure that all of the subdivisions of their country could feel that stress.

Kazakh SSR wanted to respond, to reassure USSR that it would work, but the fog caused by his emotions made it hard to think. Kazakh SSR frowned, wishing he could do something to help.

But his cousin never liked nice words, preferring action to empty promises. Kazakh SSR kept his mouth shut. His cousin liked him better that way. 

As the missile laughed, Kazakh SSR did his best to hide his nervousness, pressing his sweaty hands against his pants. They watched as the missile lifted off, and Kazskh SSR remained tense, just in case something went wrong.

But the missile continued its course, and nothing seemed to be going wrong. Kazakh SSR relaxed and felt some of the fog in his mind lift as USSR relaxed as well.

“Congratulations, Kazakh. This is a wonderful day in our nation’s history. I need to travel to Kamchatka now to see if the missile actually makes it to its target. I expect you to be in my office sometime tomorrow to discuss this. Understood?” USSR asked. Kazakh SSR nodded.

“Of course.”

A small smile curled its way across USSR’s lips—a rare sight—and then his cousin vanished. Kazakh SSR returned his attention to the missile making its way into the sky.

“Please work,” he murmured, “I don’t want this to fail. We need you.”

Kazakh SSR watched the missile until it vanished into the sky before smiling and returning to his hope, a new hope blooming in his chest. This would have to make the USA back down.

He knew it would. 

• ───────────────── •

Event: Sputnik I lauched

Location: Austin, State of Texas, United States of America

Date: October 4, 1957

The Russians had launched an artificial satellite into space.

The Russians had launched an artificial satellite into space.

Texas has been convinced that the Russians were nowhere near advanced enough to do anything like that. Everyone he knew was convinced that it would be an achievement that Texas’ family would achieve first.

It was terrible news. Horrible news.

“Pa, have you heard the news?” Texas asked as he arrived at his father’s house. Pa hummed before nodding.

“It’s Mabel, but yes, we’ve heard. Your father was panicking slightly, so he and James left so he could calm down,” Mabel said. Texas frowned.

“If they’ve managed to launch something into space, their weapons must be far more advanced than ours. We’re falling behind, and if we fall behind…” Texas trailed off, and Mabel lifted an arm, an invitation for Texas to sit beside her. Texas did so, relaxing slightly as an arm was wrapped around him. 

“I know, but there is time to catch up. Maybe we won’t be the first to have a satellite in space, but there are plenty of other achievements for us to get. The USSR is trying to threaten us, so we should be fighting harder to prove that we are not to be threatened and that no matter how much they create, we can do it better. After all, they only got their nukes from stealing them from us, so clearly, they are somewhat advanced but still need help,” Mabel said, her voice sounding both annoyed and pissed off. Texas frowned. 

Mabel might have a point, but she also wasn’t in control of the body very often. She…she was often out of touch, and Texas wasn’t sure if she really knew how significant this was.

“I hope you’re right. I don’t like the idea of them being further ahead than us. I can only imagine how Alaska feels, being as close as he is to Russia,” Texas said. He would have to check in on his brother and ensure he was okay. 

Texas mentally began to compile a list of states that would become anxious easily and stood up, looking around the room.

“What are you doing?” Mabel asked.

“I need to find Betty. I’m going to go make sure no one is freaking out too badly, and Pa’s cat may help,” Texas said before spotting the massive cat on the other side of the room. Betty didn’t protest as Texas picked her up, relaxing in his arms.

“I’ll be sure to tell your father where his cat went,” Mabel said as Texas left the room, calling out thanks as he went.

The Russians may have the advantage now, but there was no way Texas or his pa would let them keep it. They would overtake them, and they would keep an advantage in technology and weapons.

They had to. Who knows what would happen if they didn’t?

• ───────────────── •

Event: Sputnik II lauched

Location: Baikonur, Kazakh Soviet Socialist Republic, Union of Soviet Socialist Republics

Date: November 3, 1957

“You’re going to do a great job, Laika,” Kazakh SSR muttered as he petted the dog that they were about to send into space. He knew that the chances of her surviving were very low, as they did not have a way to safely bring down Sputnik II from the Earth’s atmosphere.

The dog that he had come to love dearly was going to die. 

Kazakh SSR wasn’t ready for that. He knew why they had to send her into space, the tests they were doing, and the information that she was going to provide, but that didn’t mean Kazakh SSR didn’t want a plan that ensured she lived.

Even without Laika, this satellite was going to be revolutionary. It would be the first satellite capable of making scientific measurements in orbit, allowing them to monitor Laika and the effects that space would have on living beings. 

There was even a TV camera allowing them to monitor Laika! 

If his cousin were here, he would be more focused on mocking the United States for his lack of space program, the fact that the only person who had managed to create a satellite and send it into space was him.

Kazakh SSR knew that was important, but to him, it felt more like a background argument that he was not a part of. His concern was ensuring the satellites worked, even if some of the science went over his head. His concern was Laika and ensuring she was prepared for her revolutionary journey.

He didn’t care about the actions of the Americans. 

“I’m very proud of you,” Kazakh SSR said to Laika before petting her once again and then walking her over to the passenger compartment. “Is it ready?”

The man nodded, taking Laika from Kazakh SSR and doing any final checks needed for her trip. Kazakh SSR took a step back and sighed.

“Good luck.”

• ───────────────── •

Event: Explorer I launched

Location: Cape Canaveral, State of Florida, United States of America

Date: January 31, 1958

Florida was bored. That was the only reason he accepted his dad’s invitation to watch the launch of Explorer I. He had no interest in space and was not as obsessed with the arms race as some of his siblings were. 

But his dad had asked to do this. His dad wanted him there. Florida had to show up.

“Hola, Papí,” Florida said as he approached his dad, arms crossed as he battled the nervousness caused by his anxiety.

“Hola, Florida. Thank you for coming. I know that this is probably not something you’re ever going to be interested in, but it is nice to spend time with you,” Dad said. Florida felt a slight trace of panic at those words, something deep within him worrying that something was wrong with his lack of interest.

“No, no, I’m interested in it,” Florida lied, wincing at the skeptical look his father gave him.

“Alright. I hope this is successful. The longer it takes for us to get a satellite into the air, the worse off we’ll be because the USSR will be able to make bigger and bigger strides, leaving us behind,” Dad said, the worry lines that have been present on his face since the Second World War began deepening.

“It’ll work. I believe in you,” Florida said. Dad smiled.

“Thank you. I just hope…” Dad trailed off, blinking rapidly, before shaking his head, “Sorry. They’re excited.”

Florida smiled.

“So am I,” he said, only partially believing it. Dad didn’t question it this time and instead placed a hand on Florida’s shoulder, turning back to stare at the rocket. Florida stayed silent, wishing to shrug his dad’s hand off his shoulder, but at the same time, not wanting to do anything to annoy his dad. 

There they stood, side by side, as the rocket began to take off. 

Florida heard his father’s breath catch in his throat as he was surely being drowned in his worries. But the rocket flew higher and higher into the air. 

“See. I told you it would work,” Florida said. His father’s shoulders slumped as if a huge weight had been taken off them.

“Yeah…it did work. Now we’re catching up,” Dad said before turning to Florida. “Thank you for watching this with me.”

“You’re welcome, Papí.”

• ───────────────── •

Event: The Creation of NASA

Location: Washington, District of Columbia, United States of America

Date: July 29, 1958

While America cared about the space race, he only cared about it in terms of beating the USSR, of having technological superiority. He didn’t care all that much about space or space exploration; it just wasn’t interesting to him.

The National Aeronautics and Space Administration, created as a successor to the National Advisory Committee for Aeronautics, was just another agency in the ever-growing list America had at his disposal.

He didn’t think much of it. Hell, he didn’t even attend the signing of the document that would bring the organization into law. It wasn’t an intergovernmental organization, so it wouldn’t be personified. Just another thing that he was vaguely involved in.

At least, that’s what America thought.

He had been sitting in his room, reading The Catcher in the Rye, a book that many of his states—as well as James and Lydia, had recommended to him when suddenly he felt a bond snap into place.

America gasped in surprise, having not expected it, hand flying to cover his heart.

“What was that?” Caleb asked.

“It…I don’t know. It felt like a child bond but also an organization one? Hey, I haven’t forgotten about an organization I’m creating, right?” America asked.

“Not as far as I’m aware,” Lydia said, “The only thing I can think of is the National Aeronautics and Space Administration, but that’s not something that can be personified…right?”

“It…it shouldn't be,” America said before putting his book down and standing up. The bond was tugging him to somewhere in his country. He could tell that much.

Could it really be… 

No. There was no way this was NASA. NASA fit next to none of the criteria to be a personified organization. There was no way it could be him.

But when America brought himself to Florida, where the bond was telling him to go, there he found Florida with a teenager—a teenage personification with wings.

“Florida?” America asked. The unfamiliar personification, the one his bond was connecting him to, turned around, revealing America's seal on his face.

“That’s…Meri, that has to be NASA, right?” Caleb asked.

“Papí, meet…uh, meet NASA,” Florida introduced, looking sheepish. America had so many questions on the tip of his tongue. How was NASA personified? Why was NASA in Florida? Why did NASA have his seal?

“Probably because it’s an organization and not a state, so it wouldn’t have your flag?” Lydia suggested.

“How?” America ended up asking, more out of shock than anything else, before shutting his mouth with a sigh. He didn’t mean to ask any of those questions out loud, not wanting to interrogate the child about his very existence. “I’m sorry, I just wasn’t expecting a personification.”

“That’s alright. I don’t think anyone was. Florida was just talking to me about the Explorer I satellite. I wish I could have seen it. But it’s nice to meet you, Father. I am the National Aeronautics and Space Administration,” NASA spoke quickly, his voice lacking any sort of childish traits, just a clipped professionalism.

America didn’t question it. Countries and states aged weirdly, but organizations were weirder than even them.

“It’s nice to meet you too, NASA. I look forward to what we can do together,” America said.

A small part of him that he didn’t want to acknowledge was so smug about NASA being personified. America had a personification, and the USSR had nothing. Surely, that meant America was destined to win.

America tried to ignore it. Now wasn’t the time to be a country, but be a father.

[artist-unknown-archived]

We have Texas, Hawaii, Tired Dad, Philippines, Alaska and Florida. More stuff to come and you knownthe drill.

[lightlysketched]

This is Countryhumans Florida! I tried it in my style and didnt work out so well. Main inspiration to @sour-oranges

Florida/Flynn | genderfluid they/them | younger siblings of America

-looks like a modern state but is one of the oldest states

-has scars from when Spain owned them

-likes Texas, USA, Alaska, Lousiana, US territory islands

-dislikes Alabama, Georgia, Spain

-loves and has a pet alligator name Sebastion

-is actually quite calm and sincere

-they dispise Georgia and Alabama over water disputes

-likes to act as a older sibling to the US territories but never trusts Cuba

Please give me any other headcanon ideas In the comments! <3

[cuntryhuman]