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Secret States Chapter 30

Guilt (Wattpad | Ao3)

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Seeing Louisiana brought up memories France had long suppressed. Memories that France was content to forget. 

France didn’t know how to explain this in a way that wouldn’t increase Louisiana’s already present hatred for her.

Why do you care now? You’ve never cared if others hated you before! 

Maybe France didn’t…but this was her family. She deserved an answer.

“I let the power I had go to my head. I was…still not widely respected, a woman and sinner, and…negotiating with America made me feel…like I was an empire. The Napoleonic wars gave me that feeling. And…well, I was willing to do a lot to keep that feeling. Instead, I hurt most of the people around me,” France answered, honest as she always was.

“Well, it certainly made you a massive asshole. Not that my grandmother was any better. She was also a massive, manipulative asshole. It must be a family trait because me and the rest of New France were the same way. Especially Nada. My brother might have the face of an angel, but he’s a real demon.” Louisiana said with a small smile. Relief filled France. For once, France didn’t see anger in her. She looked like the happy person she had been when France knew and lived with her.

Maybe there was hope of fixing things after all. Louisiana must have caught the look on France’s face and quickly began scowling again.

“You’re still a piece of shit, don’t forget that La France l'assassin d'enfants.” Louisiana quickly snapped, crossing her arms.

“Very few people want me to forget that Louisiana,” France said. She had hurt many people in her quest for power. Very few ever fully forgave her. France was still sort of surprised Britain had.

Then again, sex was a powerful motivator. And they still disagreed constantly. Enemies with benefits was perhaps a better moniker.

“Good. You shouldn’t. People can forgive you, but that doesn’t stop you from being a piece of suit. It doesn’t stop you from having nearly killed me. If it was any other nation—”

“You might have just remained a colony like you had been when Spanish Empire took you and tried to make you his. You’ve survived not being French before, and I knew America wasn’t immediately going to make you a state. I know selling you was a shitty, shitty move, but Louisa, were you really so convinced you would die immediately?” France asked. 

Louisiana’s eyes widened, and France felt some smugness overtake her. She did ask America if Louisiana would die. America had shrugged and simply said that he wasn’t sure but that he had no intentions of letting her.

France knew then that she was ending her mother’s dreams of controlling large parts of the American continent, but France didn’t really have a choice. Louisiana was the last trace of that dream. Maybe that’s why France both hated her and loved her.

France didn’t know what she was thinking or how she really felt. The years had ground away at those memories, especially since, in the grand scheme of her history, they did not matter. France was so focused on following Napoleon to glory and spending time with her girlfriend that she thought about few other things.

“Louisiana! Are you here?” France suddenly heard America’s voice call from the front porch. Louisiana’s surprised and angry expression almost immediately relaxed, and she turned to the front door with a smile.

“I’m here, Popá! Just getting some answers! But don’t worry—” Louisiana said, turning her head to glare at France before her voice lowered to a hiss, “I’ve learned everything I needed to know.”

“Maybe if you just listened, we could work something ou—” France began before she was cut off by another voice.

“Harassing my son, France?” France heard America’s voice say, much closer this time. France looked away from her niece’s face and saw America standing there.

“Did you break into my house?” France exclaimed. America nodded.

“Don’t worry, we only picked the lock!” Another voice said. The voice was female, and another country appeared to be in her early twenties, roughly the same age as France and appeared from behind America. She had a mischievous smile on her face.

“I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again. Hamp, you’ve gotta teach me how to pick locks.” Louisiana said, walking up to the girl. France rubbed at her face, annoyed. Of course, America’s children would behave this way.

It made sense, but that didn’t mean she liked it.

“Sorry, my dear. I couldn’t stop them!” France then heard Britain's voice say as he entered the room. France sighed. 

“It’s alright,” France said, walking over to give him a peck on his forehead. Britain gave her a slightly dopey smile, the same one he always did when France kissed him, and France rolled his eyes. What a fool he was.

“This is so weird. France, stop flirting with my father in front of me.” America said, causing Britain to blush and look away from France.

“You’re the reason we got married, America,” France said calmly, even though half of it was to please other people. America shook his head.

“Accidentally. I just wanted to piss you two off. Getting married was not part of that agenda.” America said, causing the states that had been collecting around him to giggle.

“Hawaii thinks it’s the perfect solution to their bitch assery,” One of the states, a man who looked to be in his late twenties. France smiled. Of course she did. It was nice to know the little duckling had grown herself a spine.

Even if it was far too late for it to be useful.

But useful things always came later than anyone wanted.

“It’s nice to know that she still hates me. Perhaps I should have been talking things out with her instead of with you, Louisiana,” France joked. Britain frowned.

“What do you mean? When did you meet the new Hawaiʻi?” Britain asked. France turned to look at him, startled.

“What do you mean? There is no new hawaiʻi. The state was the kingdom,” France explained. Britain’s eyes widened, and when he spoke next, his voice was vulnerable.

“So Sandy…she’s really alive.”

“Of course she is. You think I would let her die?” America asked with a small scoff. 

“I need to see her,” Britain said, turning to America.

“You don’t deserve or need anything. Answers, to see them, nothing. You stay the hell away, you hear me?” America said, voice angry.

“I do deserve answers,” Britain said. America shook his head.

“No, you don’t,” America said. And with those final words, he turned to leave.

[spinowolfie]

could you make a doodle of Louisiana? PLE-

Louisiana! She is done! 18th state of America!

Louisiana was admitted to the Union on April 30, 1812! And this is kinda doodle but I wanted to do small full on drawing on it.

I might do better drawing of her soon, though I don't when that going be! But it was a request art that someone ask so I do it for them! After all I do take request and I do those request before anything else!

And I know the flag I did for her is kinda bad so don't mind it to much. Again this a doodle after all.

So enjoy Louisiana!

[thestateofvirginia]

Louisiana in Gumbo

What will she do?

[justskulkingaround]

Unfinished outfits lol

@collar-cat

Figured you’d be interested :)))))))

[itsarkansaw]

Since you're a Disney princess, do you have an animal sidekick? And if so what type of animal (or which state is so crazy they could be an animal sidekick?)

"I have Waffles! She's a good dog. However, Lou might be a good sidekick... "

"No."

[thatonearkansaskid]

2 for Arkansas and Louisiana.

2.Who would look better in whatever you're wearing right now?

Lou. Lou would look so much better in a pale red USA shirt, knee long cargo shorts, and black high top vans. Plus, the red would blend in too much against Ark's skin. Also Arkansas wouldn't be caught dead wearing a USA t-shirt if he could help it. He doesn't want America to know that he actually loves him. Tough on the outside, loving on the inside.

[ask-the-usa-manor]

Doesn't the USA still have the check for the Louisiana purchase?

“You mean… This check?” America whipped out the check from thin air.

“Wha-!? Why do you have that on you?” Louisiana asked, befuddled as he grabbed the check from USA, “Shouldn’t this be in a museum? Or our storage? Or- Fifteen million? Are you kidding me??”

“I know, right!? I was scammed-!”

“DAD!”

“I’m joking, I’m joking!”

“Why did that Frenchie sell me for such a low price??” Louie stared at the check in disbelief, “This is insanity!”

“That was a lot more money back then...” America sighed, looking back on the past longingly, “I miss thinking three dollars was overpriced for something.”

“Hah! Old!” Florida mocked from the distance while United States shot a glare in his direction.

“Oh, poooooor you, sold for 59.5 cents per acre.” Alaska rolled his eyes, sauntering in with a hot chocolate in hand, “Whatever will you do?”

“What, were you sold for 59 cents per acre or something-?”

“Less than 2 cents, actually.”

“…!?”

“I’m very sad.”

[falst]

Texas: this is... so dumb.

Louisiana, sitting on Texas’ shoulders: the higher I am, the better I can see.

Texas: You can- you can fly.

Louisiana: Hush now Texas. I am searching.

[smollant]

𝗦𝘁𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗵𝘂𝗺𝗮𝗻𝘀 𝗨𝗦𝗔 -  𝗟𝗼𝘂𝗶𝘀𝗶𝗮𝗻𝗮 “𝗕𝗮𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗦𝘁𝗮𝘁𝗲 • 𝗖𝗿𝗲𝗼𝗹𝗲 𝗦𝘁𝗮𝘁𝗲 • 𝗣𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗦𝘁𝗮𝘁𝗲 ”

[ssnoffle]

Dhidhdudh I'm in love with them all

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Secret States Chapter 29

Cussing Out Your Aunt (Wattpad | Ao3)

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Louisiana had never been more grateful for the fact that New England was a bunch of predictable dumbasses. They all left and caused such a commotion in doing so that it was so easy to sneak away and fly to France’s house, the house having been shown to Louisiana by Saarland a few years ago.

Louisiana needed to resolve some unfinished business with her aunt. France, the child murderer, needed to face her sins and realize that not all the subdivisions and children France had tried to kill were actually dead. Louisiana needed closure. She needed to know if she regretted “killing me.”

Maybe Louisiana could also get closure for her cousins, the bulk of children killed by her aunt.

Louisiana landed on the front yard and, marched to the door, and began banging at the door.

“FRANCE! COME OUT!” Louisiana yelled in Louisiana Creole, hoping that her aunt would come out and talk to her before Popá and her siblings found out that Louisiana was gone. She had already told the French territories about what she had planned, and French Polynesia had told Louisiana they were all out of the house.

“Hello? Who are you? What do you want?” France asked in her language as she opened the door.

“Salut France. Forgotten me so soon?” Louisiana asked, crossing her arms. Recognition didn’t come to her eyes, and Louisiana scowled as she realized France really had forgotten her.

“Who—”

“Who do you think?” Louisiana asked, causing France’s eyes to widen. France stepped aside, letting Louisana enter, which she did, but not before shoulder-checking France in the process.

"Rude…” Louisiana heard France mumble in her language from behind her. France sounded almost impressed. Louisiana hated it.

“I think I deserve to be rude. After all, the last time we met, you sold me off in a situation where you thought I would get killed and did so without a single shred of remorse. I mean, I don’t know why I expect you to care, considering what you’ve done to your children, but I thought maybe you’d at least hesitate, considering I’ve known you all your life. I’m not here to reconnect with you. I’m here to get closure.” Louisiana said, turning to face France and crossing her arms.

Guilt briefly flashes across France’s face, and she crosses her arms, sighing.

“America—” Louisiana cut France off before she could blame her dad. Popá and Louisiana had already talked about this and resolved all the differences in opinion about the purchase. Louisiana understood his reasoning. Louisiana still didn’t know her aunt’s reasoning.

That’s what she wanted. Not excuses. The real, actual, true reasoning.

“Popá just wanted New Orleans. You were the one who offered to sell the rest of me. That wasn’t his decision, even though he did take the deal. Besides, from Popá’s point of view, I would live and become a state. From yours, I would just die. So tell me, la tante, how do you justify that?” Louisiana asked, wings spreading out to make her look larger. 

“I needed the money,” France said. Louisiana smiled slightly. She knew it. It was just glad that Louisiana had confirmation, something she had never had before. 

France was a piece of work, but at least she was honest. 

“I know,” Louisiana said in response. France looked caught off guard by that.

“Then why storm in here and ask that if you already knew?”

“Like I said, closure. Besides, Aunt, I…I wanted to know why…I wanted to know how selling me made you feel. Did you regret it? Did you…did you ever think about me after the fact? Look back and wish you hadn’t killed your niece? I was the last part of Nouvelle-France! He might have already been dead, but still!” Louisiana shouted as she began to ramble about all the doubts and thoughts she had about this. Louisiana tried to hold back her tears, but one could tell from her voice that she wanted to cry.

France looked even more caught off guard and was silent. Louisiana curled her hands into fists and tried her best to hold back tears. But it was getting harder. Maybe Louisiana should have done this with Popá as he wanted to. 

“Cat got your tongue?” Louisiana snapped, trying to hide her hurt behind anger. It was easier that way. 

“Why are you so mad at me? It seems like you like your precious ‘popá’ more than you ever liked living with me.” France finally said.

That made it both easier and harder for Louisiana to hide her hurt behind anger, as both increased with those words.

“THAT DOESN'T MEAN I DON'T WANT TO KNOW WHY YOU WANTED ME DEAD!” Louisiana yelled, the dam breaking, as a few tears began to roll down her face, “You sold me off in a situation where you knew I would most likely die. Whether or not my life was better after being sold doesn't matter. What does matter is the fact that you basically abandoned me to die, seemingly without a second thought. But what else should I have expected from La France l'assassin d'enfants?”

“La Franc—do people actually call me that?” France asked, once again refusing to give an answer to the question Louisiana wanted answered so badly. Now Louisiana knows why she and Britain ended up falling in love.

“I mean, they aren’t wrong. You’ve killed so many children. Most were your own, and some…some weren’t. Some were like me. Did you ever care about them? About any of us?” Louisiana asked. France remained silent.

Louisiana hated that France was being silent when Louisiana wanted her honesty so badly. 

Louisiana never wished she had Hawaii’s fire more.

“Please just say something! You don't have to say anything nice to try and make me feel better, poufiasse. I know you are a piece of shit. I know you used most of us for political and economic gain. If you don’t fucking care for me, say it! I know you didn’t care! You don't have to pretend you do!” Louisiana spat out.

“I do care, Louisiana. I promise you. But…my government wouldn’t listen to me. It’s the price I pay for being queer and…overeager.”

Louisiana paused and then exhaled.

“I believe you.” 

[cjodprinter]

Statehuman Headcanons

Massachusetts

He's very old and wise, but as a young child he was prosperous and encouraged.

He graduated from Harvard, because, well, above.

He has a hook that replaces his right hand, which symbolizes Sandy Hook, the eastern hook located in Massachusetts.

Is really patriotic for two reasons; one being that their football team (I believe) which is most popular is called the Patriots, and also because they helped defend the colonies from the British during the War of Independence.

Has a great work ethic and balances his days so well that most states are jealous of his super organized life, but they were also really jealous of his intelligence. (I wasnt thinking about this when writing, but I just realized that this could reference to the celebrity scandals with trying to get their kids into big universities.)

You can see him sitting in his lounge chair by the fireplace reading big books. He's that kind of guy in my opinion.

New York

Has two main personalities; New York City personality. This personality he's very modern, not as talkative, also really self centered and keeps to himself. In this personality, he feels better around the other states as it makes him feel more important, as he should feel.

His second personality is his Upstate personality. If you didnt know, Upstate NY and NYC are very different. His Upstate personality is what he has to be cultural and as native as possible, which he secretly loves to do. He hides this from all of his brothers and sisters, except his closest friends, Vermont and Massachusetts.

He's 3rd place in any test or competition.

Very quick to mood swings, e.g. whenever California comes by and NY is in his Upstate personality, he'll quickly stop and try to act like NYC.

Has a love-hate brother relationship with New Jersey, and they both dont really talk if sombody brings up the Statue of Liberty. (That is a rather controversial topic, despite it being such an American symbol. They just dont see it like their siblings do.

Hates bad drivers.

Maine

Maine is really quiet, and only ever tries to talk to Massachusetts.

What Maine likes is the cold, and he loves to get outside and smell the crisp, cold air, and is in love with winter even if all of his other closer siblings (NY, NJ, Mass, NH, Vermont, etc.) Find it really weird.

When he's down south with Florida or somewhere else, he always forgets to reapply his sunscreen, and he never gets used to it. Usually he comes back up north with a few sunburns.

Plays lots of hockey!

Preciously talks about his national parks and rocky coastline. Most states know that bringing that up is how to get his attention, but Maine says that only Massachusetts appreciates it the most because they're really good friends.

One last thing that is the best fact; he LOVES BLUEBERRIES. He always drinks blueberry soda, and loves to eat blueberries... Vermont says he has a problem, but silly Vermont.

Michigan

He's kind of a jerk, honestly. Most of the states get mad at him for hogging the Great Lakes, especially the rest of the corn states and Wisconsin.

He's always so touchy with Wisconsin, and she thinks Michigan is disgusting and a jerk too.

Michigan used to be very nice, independent and to himself, but he went bankrupt and now cant contain anything anymore. (Obviously, this is representing Detroit.)

Upper Michigan doesnt even like Lower Michigan! U.M. tries to get away but L.M. is too strong and U.M. is too weak. Wisconsin encourages him to be independent someday, and that he hates his guts for what he's doing to her, him, and the rest of the states.

Minnesota once attempted to calm Michi down during one of his outbursts, but they got into a fight and Michigan has some scars on his arms and one on his cheek, too.

Wyoming

Most of the states by her, Colorado and Utah, make fun of her for being the forgotten state, and make her feel bad by saying nobody cares about her.

Wyoming's best friends are Oregon, California, and Idaho, because they both try to cheer up Wyoming when she's crying about what Colorado or Utah said to her. (Cali and Oregon are aggresive towards Colorado and Utah.)

She loves to talk about geysers and anything that has to do with her national parks, especially Yellowstone.

She's very activist, and always roots for equal rights in America. It's quite frankly her motto.

Has a jade necklace and a cowgirl hat.

All of this stuff is somewhat having to do with symbols, which just goes to show, in my eyes, Wyoming is the most culturally symbolic and prosperous of the states. And she shows it a lot and is not ashamed of it!

Louisiana

Louis is one of the three states who arent related by blood to any of the other states. (The other two are Texas and California, who are ethnically Mexican.) In this case, she is ethnically French.

She doesn't show her French side at all, and doesnt really anymore. She just.. doesnt, I guess?

Has a strange relationship with Arkansas- or what she calls him, Arky. Arkansas and Louisiana both know they love eachother to be honest, but even though they technically aren't blood related, everyone else including Texas and California, think it's weird.

She likes to listen to blues music and has a sort of strong southern accent, I guess that just grows on you doesn't it?

Celebrates Mardi Gras festivals.

[thestateofvirginia]

The besties!!!!!!

[justskulkingaround]

i know I asked what kinda queer Louie was but uhm. I didn't want to start a new drawing until I finished this thing so I made it up.

this formats been going around tumblr

she gives me aroace vibes, or maybe I'm just projecting cause I'm aroace but y'know. I'll prob adjust it if you say otherwise

new dad acquired

I love this!!!!!

And yes. She is an aroace lesbian

[weirdestarrow]

THIS IS AMAZING

[muffin-ch]

america: huh, i dunno why, but does louisiana seem scared of florida?

canada: yeah, he does! weird. those two are almost always butting heads.

australia: oh- hey, looks like florida's telling louisiana something.

america: wonder what it could be?

florida, whispering into louisiana's ear: i could maul you and say an alligator did it and nobody'd bat an eye.

louisiana: