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Farthest North

Chapter 2 - 49th State Rebellion 

Word count: 1058

     She had grown. America remembered an enjoyable little girl with a two sizes too big parka and mukluks. Now, the parka fit her perfectly, complimenting her curves, yet somehow still looked ridiculously warm. She greeted her step father with a hesitant smile.

         "What are you..."

         "Did you not receive my letter?" She questioned, and America paled.

By this time, everyone was already there, and about to question Alaska about her actions, though clearly something was wrong if she had grown up, unlike her older siblings, and younger sister Hawaii. 

         "Please take a seat, America," U.N. suggested, since it looked like he was about to faint anyway. He did, and United Nations continued, "Alaska, if you could, state your business and reasoning as to why you want to leave America's safety as a State, and become a Country."

Normally America would have laughed at the unknown pun, but he was too focused on the child... no, woman now, who stood without fidgeting, not an amount of self doubt in what she was about to say.

         "Sir, I request to become a Country due to neglect, abandonment and misuse of my natural resources."

The room gasped, and everyone looked to America, whose jaw dropped.

         "Objection!" He shot up, fists connecting with the wooden desk-like structure.

         "Let her continue," U.N. ordered, before looking back to the fair Eskimo before him.

Alaska frowned, an amalgamation of anger, worry and sadness swimming in her expression.

         "As many know I was abused by my father, Russian Empire, or USSR, and adopted by America, so I know well my complaints, for they are similar to before," A few countries looked to Russia, who slid underneath his little area of desk, only his Ushanka seen above, "My resources were misused, and almost completely wiped out, as they are now, of course these are different resources, oil, to be exact. I say abandonment due to never seeing my adoptive father nearly as much as my siblings, and being ignored, no matter my calls. A prime example being my Declaration of Independence, sent twelve days ago, and either not being received at all, ignored, or just received today."

America cringed. Now he remembered what State he had read it as. How did he not recognize the handwriting? The Big Dipper and the North Star at the bottom right beneath her signature? He didn't recognize it because he never paid attention to his second youngest... not like he should have for the longest time.

         "I say neglect due to having a room farthest from anyone, even little Hawaii, God be with her, is closer to America's than mine, therefore I was forgotten, my room having been mistaken for a broom closet once," she rolled her eyes at that memory, "Shipments of goods cost more, prices rise higher with every passing year, while other States see prices reasonable for what their goods are. And while this is not my last complaint, I will end here: I have one valid vote, in the presidential election, most others of America's house having two, but in truth, I have no sway in these matters, because my say is not counted at all. I don't exist in his political world(!)."

     Accusations were made at America, who fired back with his own defences, meanwhile U.N. was trying to keep the peace, failing to do so. Canada looked to the State, Alaska not making a single sound as she closed her eyes tightly, wincing at the tumult she knew would come because of this, but she was tired of being forgotten. Most of her siblings didn't even know she was a State for the longest time, most thinking she was already a Country, never having met her. Some forgot from time to time. Even Hawaii. 

         "Alaska, why?" She heard America wimper, after the roaring crowd had died down.

         "I believe she said vhy," Russia huffed.

         "You're one to talk, I saved her from your father!"

         "America, please," the room brought its attention to the grown State, "Blame can be assigned to someone else later, but right now the blame is on me, in that perhaps I never reached out enough, or loud enough. I stayed a good girl as long as I could, and I appreciate what you did for me," she sighed, messing with the cuff of her parka, "But you changed after 1902..."

         "And why is this date significant?" Saudi Arabia questioned.

        "It's the year oil was first found on my land," she told him, and the room was once again staring at America.

         "Baby girl, come on," America chuckled nervously, feeling his head become light, and his stomach churned, "Isn't this a bit of an exaggeration?"

         "I wish it was," she looked to him with tears in her eyes, voice wavering, "but I cannot stay with you as your State, when you didn't even notice my growing up."

     More questions were asked, by every Country, aside from America, who stayed glued to his seat, losing consciousness as he slowly lost his 49th State. How could he let this happen? She's his strongest, of everyone! She provided so much, in resources, military power, heck personality, he remembered her lighting up an entire room with that smile! That smile, the same smile that she wore as U.N. passed her the paperwork that may help to finalize her becoming a Country. He hadn't lost her yet... not yet, but it hurt as Alaska placed those papers in a folder, a leather satchel sitting on the ground that he failed to notice before.

     The room began to file out. America the first to leave as he dashed for the nearest bathroom, emptying the contents of his stomach into the closest trash can instead. He tried to get up, but only had the strength to be on one knee, head hanging over the bile filled metal cylinder. A soft hand rested on his back while those who didn't care or were happy about his current position filed on. Only a few others lingering. He looked up, shades sliding down his face to reveal the full color of Alaska, tears streaming down her pretty blue features. Of everyone, he didn't expect her to be comforting him. 

         "I'm sorry..."

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(!) - This may seem so but Alaska indeed has a say in the United State’s Political world.

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Farthest North

Chapter 3 - There’s no Place like Home

Word count: 1214

     America groaned, waking up in his bed. When did he get here? Eyes going wide he threw the blanket off, and shot into his attached bathroom, nearly slipping on the tile as he looked in the mirror... all 50 states. He sat down on the toilet seat, holding his head as he tried to think. 

A dream?

No, nightmare.

Alaska.

He fled from the confines of the master bedroom, dashing past the line of doors that were each and every State's room. He past Hawaii's, and froze. That should be the last door, but no. One more held the flag of his 49th State. She was older than Hawaii, yet her room was here? It baffled him. Why hadn't he noticed? America lightly tapped on the door, but heard nothing. He tried the handle: unlocked.

     With a large gulp of building saliva, the terrified Country entered, seeing the room exactly how he left it the last time he saw her. Battle plans littered the floor, all outdated, being of World War 2. Poor Alaska had been scrambling to force the Japanese off her islands, Attu and Kiska of the Aleutian Islands, and America was there to help. He sent reinforcements, and she did the rest... Alaska was a brilliant tactician. The shade was down, so he lifted it, the darkness outside doing nothing to help him see. Alaska would have been able to see the sunrise through her window. Careful not to step on the scattered papers, America found the light switch, and flipped it... nothing happened. The bulb was to old to work anymore. 

     He left to find a new one, making a soft 'ah-ha!' when he found the item, making a hasty return as he used Alaska's old bed as a step stool. The light flooded the room, and his smile of success turned into a deep frown. Dust covered everything, untouched for years... How could he let this happen?

         "Papa?" 

America jumped, looking over to his 42nd State: Washington. Pajamas having said President's face all over them.

         "Who's room is this? Are we getting a new sibling?"

This broke America's heart, but he forced the tears to stay out of sight of the State that held his capital. He smiled, though it was forced.

         "No," he was glad his glasses hid his watering eyes, "This... this is your sibling Alaska's room... don't you remember?"

The child coughed, the dust filling his nostrils and coating his throat as he breathed.

         "No," he coughed out, shaking his tiny head.

America looked to the floor, finding doodles of him and the other states. Alaska had drawn herself seperate from them. That's right, she was still a territory when World War 2 came along. Oh, what a fool he was.

         "Father?" 

He looked up, seeing Hawaii, her pajamas having flip flops and coconuts littered across them. She yawned widely.

         "Why are you in the broom closet?"

He felt his head begin to throb again... Alaska was signing the papers. He already knew. 

         "You two need to go back to sleep," he winced, getting up as he ushered them back to their rooms, "It's probably only three in the morning..."

         "Four," Washington, corrected.

         "Two," Hawaii yawned again.

America rolled his eyes as the two looked at each other funny before giggling, knowing their time differences is what caused their separate answers.

     Hawaii went to bed without a fuss, while Washington wanted a glass of water first, then slipped back into his bedroom. America closed his door after a short 'goodnight', and thought for a moment. He said it was three in the morning because that's Alaska's time... so why was she up at this hour signing papers? And where? Deciding that he wanted to know, America took out the ring from his pocket, still in his clothes from yesterday, tossing it to the ground as he thought of the young girl he unknowingly neglected. He stepped through, finding a harsh wind hitting his bare arms and not too warm jeans now covered in waist deep snow. Where has she lived for so long?

     The smell of smoke met him as he turned to find a log cabin, a kerosene lamp lighting the porch, as well as the Alaska flag that hung over the door. America trudged over to the window, shivering as he peered in, finding the soft glow of a fire lighting up the living room. He saw Alaska at a desk in the corner, a single candle, nearly burnt out illuminating her tears as she signed the last piece of paper, and set it aside. America kept himself upright as best he could as he felt the punch. One more step to losing the largest State of the U.S. And it was his fault... 

He needed to get her back.

     A harsh wind blew him over, and he forced himself up and through the wormhole his ring created before Alaska could open the door. She assumed it might have been a bird, or maybe a fox, but the winds had already swept the tracks away, as well as blown the kerosene lamp out. She usually kept it lit for lost campers or hikers, but it was far too late for anyone to be hiking currently, so she brought it inside, setting it on the table that held her unfinished dinner, having been cold long before now. She winced at the thought of eating... and she loved Moose meat stew... 

         "What do you want?" she asked herself, "Not to be neglected anymore... or a family that forgets you, even after you've been through so much."

The other States had never seen true battle or had forgotten, being protected by America during the Civil War and past. America kept good care of the Contiguous United States. Only recently had he really paid any attention to Hawaii, her beautiful shores being a hot spot for tourists and vacations, and the devastating attack on Pearl Harbor. Alaska? The Frozen Desert? Far from being Hawaii, in any way shape or form. Yet she had seen far more death than Hawaii. Her people were prisoners of war, what America had provided for her people was measly and many suffered at the hands of their own country in his care. Two beloved islands were almost lost to the Japanese, and those who lived in Attu were resettled in Atka... they couldn't even go home because America wouldn't listen, saying the Attu villages were too far to defend. 

     As much as Alaska loved her Country, as thankful as she is that he freed her from USSR's abuse when he was Russian Empire... She knew that to be who she wanted to be, she had to become a Country. She had lived as one for far too long already without the credit. Now, she will finally be recognized as the strong person she is... not the simple face on the sidelines...

         "I'm sorry... Adax*," she set herself back behind the desk, "But for my own sanity... I must leave you."

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*Adax - Aleut for Father (an Alaskan Native language)

Just a little fun fact: throughout WWII Alaska was the only expanse of US ground to truly see battle. Pearl Harbor, Hawaii, was merely a precursor to what the Alaskans had to face on their own ground against the Japanese.

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Farthest North

Chapter 9 - Desperate

Word count: 1068

     America sighed. 

49 unsent Christmas cards. One unsent Christmas gift.

49 unsent New Years invitations. One unsent New Years gift.

49 unsent Birthday cards. One unsent Birthday gift.

The lack of interest from his States angered him. Not even little Hawaii, who had looked up to her older sister, seemed to care, her cards having spilled juice all over them, yet she still intended to give them to Alaska. America read all of them, each having the same exact message as if they were mass produced a million times. 

An impersonal Happy Birthday, Happy New Years and Merry Christmas. Nothing more, nothing less. And he was no better.

     Three gifts sat in his closet. An Eskimo teddy bear, blue fuzzy slippers, and a brand new military grade hunting knife. He put a lot of thought in his gifts for her, and knew they were perfect... but he forgot. Even with a constant leering pain like a blade tip pressing at the back of his head, he forgot. He would wake up every morning thinking his 50 had turned to 49. The irony in that itself was painful. 

        "I've never lost anyone," the half crazed man muttered to himself, "in all my years, I've been the most successful, in war, economics. Name it, I've been number one!"

He looked up at his closed door, Alaska's flag draped over it, mirroring his own flag that brightened the hallway. But hers was crumpled, needing ironed. Neglected.

         "I've survived World War 1, my own Civil War, World War 2... I've fought against my own father and won!"

America removed his sunglasses, the tears having made them impossible to see through.

         "Yet here I am, losing to my own State."

He needed to win her back.

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         "Thank you, U.N." Alaska gave the shorter man a sweet smile, though her inner thoughts were far from sweet currently.

         "You're welcome, Alaska," he nodded, "The second meeting will be held tomorrow. Forgive me for the delay, I fail to understand how I didn't make a date already."

         "You forgot," Alaska shrugged, "Everyone does it."

That was true in every sense.

         "Perhaps, but it doesn't make it right."

No, it doesn't.

         "Would you like to stay for dinner?" he then asked, "I'm having other guests over, and they've mentioned wanting to meet you."

     Alaska kindly declined, claiming that she had a few other business matters to attend to. Indeed, she wasn't lying, but it wasn't exactly a priority either. She had received a letter, for the first time in ages, from America, saying that she was invited to a party. She wasn't sure if she wanted to attend, but if she was invited, he must be doing better. It didn't start for another two hours, but she wanted to be presentable, and a shower can take up much of one's time. U.N. allowed her to leave via his own ring, and she stepped into the cold snow, the sky already dark while most other States were still quite bright out. It was only 3 P.M. 

     Looking at her letter, Alaska noted the time again, making sure she was going to be there at least a little early to help with set up. It started at 5:00. Trudging up to her front door, the State was glad the wind had died down enough to stop the snow from piling up on her walls. She still had to clear some snow to get in through her door, but that was no big deal. It was a simple task compared to her other winter chores like splitting firewood, shoveling snow or hunting. She enjoyed them all though, never being bored, and always having something to do if she wasn't handling the politics of her land. Of course, it didn't take up all of her time. She'd be able to read, spend time with her people, sew and other hobbies she accumulated through the years.

     Finished with her shower, Alaska checked the time. 

3:30

She was moving faster than she thought. Finding what she needed, the woman then picked up her phone, and called a now very dear friend.

         "Yes I'm going... but I need some help."

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     America had spoken to Canada several times that day... all day in fact.

         "How do I make her like me again?"

         "America, it's not like she doesn't like you anymore-"

         "I just don't want to lose her forever..." 

Canada sighed, but gave his big brother an amused smile.

         "Try making her feel valued. Like she belongs. You'll have her on your side for sure."

This is what the entire day long conversation boils down to. The rest was drilling the younger Country with questions about how he should plan, as well as Canada convincing him it didn't have to be Eskimo themed to make the State happy. The two settled for a formal party, Countries only, Alaska being the exception. U.K. was quite proud of his son as he came in, his usual tuxedo a constant. The mansion had been cleaned up, and the largest room dusted. The chandelier was aglow with tiny lights that made the crystal glitter. America remembered when he actually used this room for more than just storage.

         "What's the occasion?" his father inspected his monocle, "you failed to mention it in the invitation."

         "To make Alaska feel at home here," he smiled, "Canada suggested it. It's all for her."

U.K. smiled softly at his son, proud that he was willing to let his daughter go so willingly. He had certainly learned from his father's mistakes.

     It was nearing 4:50, and the State was nervous as she stepped onto the concrete drive. There were already so many Countries here, and getting ready took longer than expected... Did she get the time wrong? Was she late? Oh what an impression that would be. The blue and gold State took a deep breath after looking at her invitation again, assuming that was her ticket in... it did say formal. She exhaled...

Nope, still nervous.

         "You'll be fine," the Chinese citizen told the woman, "Here's China's ring," the circular object was pressed firmly into Alaska's grasp.

         "Thank you," Alaska bowed, and the woman did the same before fading back to her country, not belonging in this world.

Taking one last deep breath, Alaska made the few steps to enter the mansion she knew so well.