#wttsh england

[sleepdeprivedsimp234]

HI!

Can I please have some New York, England, and the Dutch Empire angst? New York being hurt by England and feeling depressed because his father left him for some nutmeg? (True-story)

Thank you!

HIIIIII

Yes you may :D

(TW: ABUSE, ABANDONMENT, RACISM AND JUST A WHOLE LOTTA ANGST)

Then Netherlands was kinda the closest thing to a father that New York ever had. He was better than England anyways, and New York could actually see him as a dad.

^Which is why New York was so.... crushed. when Netherlands gave him up for spices and riches on another side of the world. He loved Netherlands (in a family way). Didn't Netherlands love him too?

Now as for Great Britain. Great Britain wasn't necessarily abusive, but more so neglectful. New York barely even knew anything about Great Britain other than he was some guy with a stick up his ass, and seemingly held a bit more power than England did.

England, however. Was a fucking MONSTER. Towards the colonies, but more so towards the gold star colony, New York. What Great Britain was looking for, was a war weapon, and something to take after him. What England was looking for, was power and a punching bag essentially (no one knows why).

But alas, England was kinda under Great Britain's rules, so he still had to try and get what England wanted out at least one of the colonies.

Maryland? Too soft hearted and caring.

Connecticut? He knows what's right and is not afraid to speak up if he thinks something is off.

New Jersey? Too stubborn and consumed with "womanly" activities like flowers.

Pennsylvania? Too brash and stubborn.

Massachusetts? Also too stubborn and spiteful to allow the British to get the better of him. And England found him annoying.

Georgia? Well. Let's say that England was a tad....racist. And Georgia, like the others, was stubborn as hell.

North Carolina and South Carolina were always by each other's sides and would allow no harm to be made to the other. Plus they would be quite the handful to deal with.

Virginia? Well....Great Britain specifically said to leave Virginia alone for some reason (he wanted Ginny to be more so in the side of education and stuff, rather than warfare)

Delaware? was much too interested in marine life and the ocean to even bother trying to listen to any training or anything.

New Hampshire? Well. Only God knows where he was half of the time (he's in the woods 24/7 and has become one with nature /hj)

Rhode Island? Too small. (haHA-)

That left him with.... New York. New York was young, and naive, and desperate for a father figure , and he was obedient (scared) and always did as he was told (because he was scared).

Hm. That could work.

So yeah! England was a horrible piece of shit to New York and quite literally left no room for defiance from New York! New York did basically everything England said, took all the beatings and everything. Have I mentioned all that England did to him in the prison during the Revolution? (Yes I have, there's a lot about it in my other posts).

Yet by the time the Revolution was over, New York was but a mere husk of a person. He was weak, and broken, and uh. England had no use for him anymore! Luckily, New York was rescued.

If he hadn't been rescued though, things could've ended much much worse for New York....

[poison-marshmellow]

England: You look so much like your mother, it’s such a shame

(Younger) New York: My father in Christ, your the one who fucked her

[almost-correct-quotes]

nightmare blunt rotation

[ask-wttsh-california]

Because patriotic activities, California

That's why also we're going to yell fuck you England as we're doing it

And NYC is going to film it and send it to the bastard

NY

As long as so one gets hurt

[milokissa707]

Wttt/wttsh weak 1 headcanon, this one’s pretty miscellaneous but I’ll think you’ll like it 

Georgia would die if he saw anybody peeling the peach fuzz off of a peach. Like here’s a situation I imagine.

New York: peels the fuzz off the peach because he doesn’t like it because of his sensory issues

Georgia:Stairs in shock, disgust, and horror, maybe even screams a bit. Fucking collapses on the floor from witnessing that site.

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I’m pretty sure it’s a reasonable headcanon that New Jersey just has a garden, I mean, he is the garden state. Well yes, he uses most of his food from his garden just to cook homemade meals. It would not shock me if he uses some of his tomatoes just to throw at people. Just imagine him in New York having an argument and he just pulls out of his pocket a tomato and throws it at him. Like New York is some medieval peasant in stocks. While this doesn’t even have to be limited to New York, he could be doing this to anyone. Either that or we give him like nature powers and he can just fucking create plants at will. This plays more into my theory about the Cryptid states, I love the idea that he could just create plants like such a powerful attack move and will definitely use it a lot. This, and added onto the fact he’s definitely the jersey devil. 

England: “Do what I say or shut the fuck up”

Colony New Jersey: glares at him as he grows a tomato plant

England: (gasp) “you wouldn’t fucking dare!”

Colony New Jersey: grabs the tomato and throws it at him

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Texas has his ears pierced, I think he would look cute with it. Extra plus if the head canon is that Austin did it without Texas knowing it. Extra extra if someone did it for him and not a professional, like Cal, New York, or Louisiana. But very well those 3 could be professional. It wouldn’t shock me if Cal worked at a tattoo shop, they do have the vibe.

Texas after coming back to consciousness: Why the fuck does my ear hurt?

(Looks in mirror)

Texas: What the Fuck!

Austin: It was [blanks] idea, personally I think we look good.

Points if he has cowboy hat earrings

[hibiscuslynx]

been thinkin . Yknow.

anyway, angsty rambles under the cut

thinking about the states being reckless as teenagers. impulsive, seeking thrill, adventure, plunging headfirst into any situation imaginable and making it out alive from situations they should not have lived through. thinking they were just lucky, absurdly lucky. falling in love, and having a family, and having to bury them. and realizing they’re going to outlive them far more than they thought, than anyone could’ve thought. having to bury kids and grandkids turns into resolving to never love again. to never get close to anyone again. they cannot bear the thought of grieving like this, over and over. and as the decades pass they still grieve. as the decades pass they still mourn and cry out into the night. they’re still here. their loved ones are not. and the decades keep passing and a new type of grief takes hold; the grieving of a memory lost. forgetting voices, laughs, faces, names. never forgetting the feeling. and they vowed never to love again and yet they still fall in love, because at the end of the day they’re still human.

the original 13 are bitter. bitter because they had to figure it out all on their own. they’re protective. protective because they don’t want the rest to figure it out like they did. and they warn, they warn the new states as soon as they can- they warn with weary eyes, burnt-out voices, rude personalities be damned.

[zee-the-tree-cat]

I draw so much Connecticut but I have never posted him so here he is. Twinkified YES I GAVE HIM WINGS IN ONE HE DESERVES THEM

Under the cut is pirate Connie! Hidden for injuries drawn!

[not-the-apple-pie-please]

Hi it's me rambling again

So I'm making the playlists that @a-welcome-to-the-table-sideblog was discussing because brainrot and I've run into a rather large block.

What kind of music would the states actually listen to?? Obviously states in the south would listen to country music, and California probably listens to pop music, but what about the others??

I say this all because I'm absolutely stumped on what to give Illinois besides my favorite song from Chicago the musical. And what on earth would Rhode Island listen to? Road ambience?

Also state songs. I put a couple of them in the joke playlists because it's really funny to go from listening to Spinning Monkeys to My Old Kentucky Home.

[ask-wttsh-south-carolina]

Hey have you ever met spain? If so,, what was he like to you? - @ask-florida-wttsh

I don’t remember and I’m not home right now ask in one of the other original 13I feel like England did bring him for us to meet him one time I don’t remember

[sleepdeprivedsimp234]

Wrote another fic, feel free to check it out!! <3 It is Mass/York (brotherly and platonic thank you) hurt/comfort :)

Englands a bitch as always :(

People I think might enjoy this: @voodoo-sys @misery-has-no-company-now @almostangrything @alaskashigh @stawpny and @greatinternetllama cuz I tortured a blorbo again >:D

[sleepdeprivedsimp234]

~~NY’s Time As A POW During The Revolution~~

(Heavy TW: abuse, beating as form of torture, fire, inaccurately described stuff that happened during the Revolutionary War, implied SA, and some other stuff)

(someone give this man a hug please-)

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(September 20, 1776)

Massachusetts sprinted through his brother’s burning city, desperately looking for New York. The fire had started a couple hours ago, and he hasn’t seen NY in three days, so to say he was worried would be quite the understatement. He had slipped away from the group of soldiers that he was apart of just so he could go look for his little brother. NY could be anywhere! But sadly that "anywhere" wasn’t in Mass’s sight. Until….

"New York??!!" Up ahead of him, he could see the body of his little brother laying limply in the rubble of a building that had stopped burning for the most part. Mass couldn’t see York properly due to the distance between them and the smoke, but he knew that it was his little brother, and he could see the left sleeve and shoulder of York’s jacket completely destroyed, York’s bloody burn wound peeking out. York is hurt. New York is hurt. Sh*t. Mass started to run to NY, calling his brother’s name when all of a sudden, a hand covered his mouth and an arm pulled him back.

Massachusetts fought against the hand, attempting to shake off whoever was behind him, until he heard the calmingly stern voice of Pennsylvania.

"Shh shhh." Penn said, resting his head on Mass’s shoulder. He had pulled his boyfriend into a bush and turned his head towards the reason why he had pulled him back.

Mass’s eyes widened slightly when a few British soldiers walked past the bush they were both hiding in, though he nearly risked it all by trying to jump out of the bush when he saw a group of soldiers approaching New York’s unconscious and injured body. He felt PA drag him further into the forest, away from the city, and he felt a tinge of failure when he realized that there would be no trying to save the fifteen year old colony (just simply ignore how the age stuff in my au works okay-)….

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New York had very little idea what was happening right now, all he knew was that his city (and previously his arm) was on fire, and he couldn’t breathe, move, or barely see. All he felt was pain in his left arm and shoulder. He stared up at the rainy sky above him, and the sky stared back. He silently hoped that the rain would at least assist with putting out the fires, just to relieve him of a bit of his pain. He had zoned out a while ago, but was brought back to reality when he felt harsh hands grab him by the shoulders and pull him to his feet.

NY let out a cry of pain and fell back down, only to be kicked and harshly pulled to his feet again. And it was at this moment that everything blacked out, and the last thing he heard were the taunting words and snickers of the British soldiers.

After about thirty minutes of being dragged, he slowly started waking back up, though it would only last a bit. He felt himself get thrown harshly to the ground onto his knees, which he winced at. York looked up to see the piercing glare and cruel smile of the man that he called "Father", and that was the last thing he saw before blacking out again due to a harsh slap delivered to him by England.

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(At the prison [or room he was kept in] )

After what had to be forever, he felt himself come back to the world. NY painfully sat up and looked around, taking in his new surroundings. He appeared to be in a room with stone walls on all sides, there was a single window at the top of one wall, and a few torches on each wall. In the corner of the room was a thin mattress with an old worn blanket on top of it. He sighed, wincing when he head spun at the action. God his head hurt….

The soon-to-be-Empire State visibly flinched when a sadistic, echoey, chuckle sudden broke the silence. He turned around and he will forever deny to this day the small squeaky gasp that escaped his lips when he saw England towering over him with a sadistic grin that sent shivers down the smaller’s spine. He backed away until he hit a wall. Fvck there’s no escape….

England chuckles again, "You are absolutely pathetic, New York. Genuinely pitiful."

New York could feel a panic attack building up slowly and he could feel his breathing quicken, "W-what do you want…..?" he asked, his voice shaking with fear, which the older seemed to find amusing.

"Is that fear I hear? How pathetic." Another chuckle. England pulled out a small chain and a smallish whip and approached the teenage colony, which sent fear throughout all of NY’s body. He knew all too well what England would do with those….

"Now, New York…."

York avoided eye contact, which earned him a lash of the whip across his cheek, and he whimpered slightly. He looked up at his father as he felt blood trickle down his face.

"Look at me when I speak to you!! Did your mother ever teach you manners??" England asked, though he already knew the answer.

York’s face sunk slightly as he looked at his father "I-I never knew my mother…."

"Awww, how sad~ Well that’s too bad." Said the older with faux sadness. "But that’s not the point right now. I need you, New York, to tell me all of the information about the colony’s side of this…. War. *chuckle* Probably shouldn’t call it that. We’ll just wipe them all out, along with their little friends. There’s really no use in trying to guard the information, they’re all gonna die anyways. Not even God can save you and your pathetic little friends and siblings now. Though, if you do decide to resist, I will not hesitate to take things to more…. Drastic. Measures…."

NY thought about what England had just said. He knew what "drastic measures" implied, but he knew that he could maybe endure that since he had been taking England’s beatings pretty much all his life. But then there was the thought of the fact that England and his armies COULD most definitely do significant damage to the other colonies. He was TERRIFIED for his older brothers and friends. He didn’t want them to get hurt…. Another thing thing that he also knew, was that he had ZERO information on the colony’s side of the war, as he wasn’t present for or invited to those meetings and discussions.

"Well? Are you going to hand over the information? We can do this the easy way, or we can do this the hard way. Your choice little one~" England said.

New York put on a bit of a brave face and made eye contact with his father, honey brown eyes staring into dark oak colored ones. "I don’t h-h-have the information you are l-l-looking for. I know nothing of w-w-what the other’s are planning or doing." Man, he hated the way his voice shook and the way he stuttered.

England raised an eyebrow in mild amusement before he flashed a cruel smile. "Fine. Hard way it is then." He slowly stalked towards the smaller before picking him up by the collar with ease and throwing him across the room.

NY whimpered as his body hit the ground, and he didn’t even have time to even begin to recover before he felt a harsh kick to his stomach. He cried out in pain and coughed up some blood on the ground. He felt yet another kick, this time to the ribs and he heard a loud, disgusting cracking sound as pain instantly shot through out his entire body and he yelped loudly and clutched his side. York felt England grab him by the neck and slam him against the wall, pinning him there.

"Well? Are you going to tell me what you know or do I have to continue? Either way is fine with me." England said, keeping a harsh grip on York’s neck.

NY felt like he couldn’t breathe, he was quickly running out of oxygen, he kept a tight grip on his father’s wrists. "P-papa please…. I don’t have any information…." His grip slowly became weaker and weaker as darkness filled the corners of his vision. Not even a few seconds later, he went completely slack and released England’s wrists as he let the sweet release of unconsciousness take him.

England dropped the smaller, and turned around with a scoff as he walked out of the room. "Useless."

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(Fast forward 2 years, it is now 1778)

NY had now been here for two goddamn years, and he could already feel himself going crazy. Everything hurt, he had a headache that seemed to never end, and he hadn’t slept properly in God knows how long…. He laid on the little mattress that had been put there the day the British troops invaded his NYC, and he stared at the ceiling until he was disturbed by the sound of the door opening and the sound of heavy footsteps entering the room. Those weren’t the usual footsteps of his father….

York sat up and instantly made eye contact with one of England’s guards that had just entered the room, and something about the look in the guard’s eyes scared the hell out of him. He couldn’t describe it, it seemed to be a rather lustful look, mixed with nothing but the essence of evil.

"W-what do you want…..?" York quietly asked the guard. He didn’t expect for the guard to rush over there and pin him to the wall, putting his harsh hands on York’s hips. The guard whispered in York’s ear:

"You~" The guard roughly pressed his lips against York’s, the younger not even having a chance to react.

York had never felt so weak and helpless in his entire life, and he hated it….

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(Fast forward another two years, it is now 1780)

Okay. NY felt as though he was going completely insane. His whole body hurt, from head to toe. At this point, he was just waiting for the sweet release of death to come and take him already. He didn’t care anymore. He felt….. weird. For lack of a better word. He got beat nearly every day, though sometimes he was spared, so his days consisted of nothing but pain, with the "occasional" zoning out. He loved those times. When he could feel nothing. When he was lost in his own little world. Nothing could bother him. Even though they would eventually be broken, he loved those little times.

York was laying silently in his bed when he suddenly heard a small meow above him. He looked up and saw a cat standing on the window sill, staring back down at him with a tilted head. The cat was a soft grey color, with white paws and spots, and it had vibrant green eyes that stared into York’s honey brown ones.

‘How the hell did a cat get in here?’ He thought to himself. The cat jumped down from the window sill and crawled onto the mattress next to him, and rubbed its face against his ears and neck. NY giggled a bit at the feeling, and he reached out to gently run his hand through the cat’s fur. The cat purred and snuggled up to NY, providing some decent amount of warmth on this cold winter night….

The cat’s purring eventually lulled NY to sleep, something he so desperately needed….

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(Fast forward 3 more years, it is now 1783)

NY had officially been in this godforsaken room for seven years. His messy brown hair had grown down a little past his shoulders, tho it wasn’t knotted because he thoroughly brushed through it with his fingers whenever he could. His body ached so much, and was COVERED in scars, cuts, slashes, bruises, ect…. His eyes no longer held that spark that could bring joy to any room, his voice wasn’t even as loud anymore, it was quiet and slightly raspy due to a lack of use.

As the now 22 year old colony lay on his bed, he was suddenly startled by the door swinging open so hard that it cracked the wall behind it. York quickly but painfully sat up, ignoring how many times his back popped (he didn’t know how many times it had, but it was definitely not healthy for a 22 year old). He didn’t even have time to make eye contact with his father before he was grabbed by the neck and SLAMMED against the wall. He saw that England was holding a knife in his hand.

"I’m getting SICK of this NY, we CANNOT lose this war!! Now would be the best time to tell me whatever you know about the colonies!!!" England shouted, digging his nails into the skin of York’s neck.

"I-I’ve told you multiple times, over the course of 7 fvcking years, that I know NOTHING of what they have planned. Even if I did, how the hell would I remember anything??" NY said semi-quietly, with a bit of a growl to his voice.

England released the younger by slamming him to the ground. The country paced around angrily before stopping and smiling darkly. "Well, then you no longer prove any use to me." he said before jumping at York and sinking the knife deep into York’s stomach, probably hard enough that the tip of the knife would be sticking out on the other side.

NY cried out in pain and shoved his father away from him, clutching his stomach. He barely had time to recover before England’s knife came down across his face. He could feel blood running down his face and blood bubbling up in his throat and slowly trickling out of his mouth and nose. York heard the clink of the knife being dropped, and then he felt a harsh kick to the side, making him whimper and fall to the ground. He felt a few more harsh kicks, every single one hurt like a b!tch and sent him backwards. Then everything went dark.

Well, not necessarily. He was fading in and out of consciousness, and he had curled up in a corner as his father mercilessly beat him. He whimpered with every hit and felt hot tears rolling down his face, taking blood with them.

All of a sudden, the door was kicked open and DEFINITELY cracked the wall, then there was fighting and yelling. He felt nothing but fear and pain in this moment. He then felt rough but gentle hands grab him and pull him close. He heard a familiar voice speaking to him, one with a mild German accent. He cried out and cringed away from the touch, as if the touch was meant to hurt him. York felt something get draped over his shoulders, something that smelled a lot like his older brother, which was kinda comforting in this situation. He looked up to see an older Pennsylvania staring at him with concern on his face, something that PA never had.

PA seemed to be mumbling something to himself, and the last thing NY heard before passing out was "What did they do to ya…SH*T-".

Pennsylvania picked NY up and wrapped Massachusetts’ jacket around the slightly taller soon-to-be-state. He turned to Congress (past Gov), who had England’s dead body in his hands, a knife in the country’s heart, and a sadistic grin on his face. Okay. That wasn’t mildly terrifying. But that’s not the point.

"Congress! C’mon! I know shanking the enemy in the heart is fun, but we have to get New York to Massachusetts and his other brothers. Let’s go!!" PA shouted, making Congress drop the body follow him.

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(Back at the place where the colonies would meet up)

PA kicked open the door, gaining the attention of everyone present.

"I-is that…?" Connecticut said, jumping to his feet and running to where PA stood. He gazed over the unconscious body of his youngest brother, and tears welled up in his eyes as he gently cupped his brother’s face, running his hand over the cut on his cheek.

PA’s heart broke at the look in CT’s eyes. He personally didn’t have a little brother, but knew how hard it must be for your brother to disappear for 7 years, and then be physically carried back in the worst condition a living person could be in. "Yeah, where’s Mass and Jersey??"

"Mass is in the other room panicking because you wouldn’t let him go with you, so he was worried about you, Congress, and Yorkie. And Jersey is trying to calm him down." Answered the smaller, now brushing a gentle hand through York’s long hair. "What the f*ck did they do to im’…."

PA sighed. "I should probably go take this kid- well he’s not really a kid anymore is he..?" Yeah PA couldn’t really call NY a kid anymore. NY was 15 last time he saw him, and it’s been seven years so…. NY was 22 years old now!! ‘Damn I’m old 🥲’. "I should probably take im’ to Mass and Jersey. And calm down my bf."

"Yea ya should."

PA walked into the room where CT said that NJ and Mass were in, and he saw a rather distressed Massachusetts being held in his twin brother’s arms. "Guys I’m back, and I have NY."

Massachusetts looked up and couldn’t help the sigh of relief when he saw his boyfriend standing there. He got up along with NJ and walked over to where PA stood. He pecked PA on the lips, hugging him. Mass then looked down and his eyes instantly filled with tears when he saw New York’s condition.

NY was practically COVERED in cuts, whip slashes, bruises, and dirt. And oh god that stab wound in his stomach…. He had told PA to take his outer coat with him, to keep NY warm if he was even alive (part of Mass thought that NY was 100% dead). His jacket was draped over NY’s shoulders and wrapped around him, though PA had removed his own outer coat and wrapped it around the wound to slow the bleeding.

NJ had anger practically radiating off of him, and it increased the more he looked at NY. "What the F*CK did they do to him? What the F*CK did they do to my little brother??" He ask-yelled, his voice cracking at the end.

Massachusetts gently took his little brother out of his boyfriend’s arms. NY felt so….. light. York had always been on the thinner/lankier lighter side, but picking him up right now was a new level of easy. He felt NY stir a bit in his arms as he brought him over to one of the beds.

"M-Mass…?…..hurts….." York asked, his voice quiet and broken and shaky.

Mass sighed in relief when he heard York’s voice, though he noticed that York’s voice was a little deeper than the last time he heard him. "Yorkie…. It’s okay, you’re safe now." He hugged his brother as tight as he could without hurting him further, and York hugged back, the warm embrace of his older brother was very calming.

They were going to be okay. Everything was going to be alright…..

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(Can you tell I got lazy at the end here-)

Anyways hope this doesn’t flop cuz I put my blood sweat and tears into this sh*t 😤😤😤

And I think you two fellow NY simps will possibly enjoy this: @stawpny @aceontheline

@jazzyfrog BABE DARLING MI AMOR SWEETHEART I DID IT :’D

[poison-marshmellow]

England: My children have seemed to have unionized.

[sleepdeprivedsimp234]

Thinking about your NY and his brothers

How do you think Gov would react when he learns how they were all treated by England? Like I'm pretty sure he would punch that bastard in the face (again) the next time they meet [I have a hc that while IDC handles meetings outside the country, any nation which visits talks to Gov. So now imagine an unknowing England coming up for some random reason recently after Gov discovers the way he used to treat the states.]

I actually have a hc that when NY was rescued from the prison (during the Rev. War), Gov (or Congress at the time) beat England to a bloody pulp and shanked that mf in the heart twice with a grin on his face, whilst PA dealt with York. Mass would’ve came, but PA being the awesome bf he is didn’t want Mass to have to see York like that, and told him to stay with NJ and CT so that he could mentally prepare himself and get stuff ready for if York needed medical help (he needed SO MUCH-).

In terms of how England treat NY and his older brothers (TW: abuse), I think that NY was the only one that England ever got brutally physical with. NY was his prized possession and England wanted him to be either EXACTLY like him, or at least something he could use a weapon for war. And so he would beat the living sh*t out of York, and call it "training". And NY thought it was, he thought "Oh this is training, I just need to get better so that I stop getting hurt and stop making Father angry!”. York constantly got beat both verbally and physically almost everyday. It was even worse cuz England hated it when York cried and hated that York was autistic and would even go so far as to say that he was beating the "illness" out of him.

With NJ, I think that England definitely belittled him for having Tourette’s Syndrome, and would sometimes yell at him for his tics. I feel like he also definitely called NJ a spawn of Satan whenever he pleased, and that definitely did a number on NJ’s self-esteem (my poor baby-). England would probably try to hit NJ, but that would just result in him nearly losing a finger. Though NJ did rebel and leave home as soon as he could (CT, and Mass stayed home to study and argue with England and be there to help NY if needed, though Mass would run to the little place where him and the other colonies hung out when the cries and whimpers of his little brother’s pain got too unbearable for him to hear).

Massachusetts was England’s first attempt at a war weapon, but Mass’s stubborn lovable nerdy ass rebelled before England could be anywhere near as harsh as he was with NY. Like I said before, Mass still stayed home, but sometimes everything got to much and he would run to the place where him and the other colonies hung out (and partially lived-)

England had Connecticut as a first attempt, and he failed miserably. Connecticut was too damn stubborn to allow himself to me morphed into what England wanted him to be, and was much more interested in books and boats and boat work, and Connie would spend most of his time around the sea, wishing he could be like the pirates and merchants that came and went. He barely spent enough time at home for England to do much other than yell at him and tell him how stupid his interests were and tell him that he was never gonna achieve anything in life (Parents, NEVER DO THIS IT WILL FVCK UP YOUR CHILD SO BADLY-)

Gov was already happy with being the one to kill England, but was even more happy when he found out how horrible England was. And he definitely showed that same smile he showed that day. PA was having flashbacks to that day but he stayed silent cuz of how terrifying it was 😭😭

[sleepdeprivedsimp234]

NY headcanon post!! <3

Headcanons:

-scrawny sad angy cat man

-the tallest of their brothers, around 5'10

-he's also the youngest sibling cuz I said so <3

-he/him, they/them pronouns

-would absolutely be the biggest sweetheart if life for him wasn't the entire "r/f*ckyouinparticular" subreddit

-he's usually nice when he wants to be, which doesn't happen to often (it does but he doesn't know how to express it)

-it's pretty much agreed by the whole fandom that he's 10 cats in a trench coat right? Thought so.

-^loves headpats, head scratches, chin scratches, pets, and all that jazz and will lay in your lap and purr. (That sounds weird but oh well I am weird-)

-^climbs on everything. They're really good at it too. If theyre being chased by one of their brothers or friends (they have those??? 😨😱), theyll find the nearest tall object (like a tree. Or the fridge. Or the vents.) and climb it/into it.

-^is always protecting their stomach like a damn cat. If he's fully relaxed and laying down around you and not tense and curled up, consider getting a lottery ticket cuz you sir/ma'am/Mx. are lucky as hell.

-^has claws, but has almost no idea how to use them. He just knows to swing and hope they hit their target.

-^✨fangs✨

-he's actually very good at cooking and loves cooking for people! Though as for themself, it's either nothing, a cup of coffee, or some random thing he finds.

-*points* AUTISM. ADHD. PTSD. DPD. BPD. DEPRESSION. ANXIETY. PANIC DISORDER. GO TAKE YOUR MEDS NEW YORK BEFORE I BEAT YOUR A-

-I'm very nice to them and I've given him: anemia, insomnia, an iron deficiency, and asthma, as well as misaligned leg bones (courtesy of England and my f*cked up brain) and chronic bodily pains (courtesy of me projecting)

-doesn't know what sleep is.

-will sleep when hell freezes over

-sunbathes in the sunlight like a damn cat tho.

-cannot handle being pinned down in any circumstance. It gives him BAD flashbacks.

-will snuggle up to the OG13 and Main 6 any day, but ESPECIALLY when it's a bad day with his ptsd. They feel safe around the others. And the others will protect him at any cost.

-He has a very hard time figuring out whether or not all the BAD stuff is over :(

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@misery-has-no-company-now @almostangrything @alaskashigh @stawpny <— professional NY simps /lh/silly

[milokissa707]

Wttt/wttsh weak 1, a bit about Maryland, but other people our talked about 

I’m going to be splitting them up and posting them throughout the week so it’s not just one big giant update and it gives me time to write more for y’all!

The Poe toaster

Maryland has a small Raven and crab tattoo, and probably his flag too. The raven is a reference to the Baltimore Ravens and Edgar Alen Poe. He has a full collection of Poe’s works and only learned about him after his death, something he regrets deeply. Also it wouldn’t shock me if Maryland is the Poe Toaster. Him, Mass, and Virginia are all big fans of Poes, because of state pride and Poe has a history in all the aforementioned states. But in my opinion, all three of them (especially Virginia because he just seems like that kind of guy) love poetry in general.

I think Maryland learned what jousting is from Henry J. Fowler and got obsessed. Also yes jousting is Maryland’s state sport and it’s because of Henry J. Fowler. So now you know that. Anyways I think he tried to get Kentucky on board and he freaked out because “it might harm the horses.” He might have been able to get some of New England and the Midwesterners to at least try it out. Maryland definitely does still do it and has gotten hurt from this. Gov, multiple of his governors, and some of the other states have tried to stop him because of the risk of people finding out he’s not human, he doesn’t care though.

Talking about Kentucky, he has autism and adhd. I think most of the States+Gov have adhd, I probably get this because Ben himself has ADHD but I don’t care, adhd boyzs! So getting back on topic he has a special interest in horses and maybe in engineering.

[milokissa707]

Wttt/Wttsh weak 1, time for Cryptid Rhode Island. Also, also known as I know, way too much about the Cthulhu extended universe 

For Cryptid Rhode Island, obviously we’re going to do something along the lines of HP Lovecraft(as much as I have a love-hate relationship with this man, you racist antisemite ablest asshole, his unimaginable idiocy really did help him make horrors beyond comprehension because he didn’t have comprehension of anything again he’s an idiot! Come on man, we live on a circle everything is non-Euclidean!). Anyways, besides my point about my hatred and love for this man, I know a lot of us think of Rhode Island Cryptid as Cthulhu or at least like him, but I think it would be cooler if he looks like the deep one. The best way I can describe it is fish, lizard, monster thing. So if we combine Cthulhu and the deep one together, I think we would get a nice little horrendous Cryptid man. Aka I want Rhode Island to be a fish, lizard, bipedal, tentacle man. It also would be kind of funny if he was just like an octopus and it’s something like Cthulhu’s daughter, and which, like he’s mistaken from some kind of rare octopus I just got put in an enclosure. TBH I want to put all these men and literally enclosures and watch them. Anyways, maybe some inspirational stuff from Father Dagan. To be honest, most of HP Lovecraft’s monsters fit well into Cryptid Rhode Island. Honestly, picking only one of his monsters to take inspiration from would only be doing Rhode Island a disservice because meds are a hideous ocean being and I love him for that. Like I could also see the man looking like gloon, mostly because of the homoeroticism. Also, when I say Lovecraft, I’m not just talking about Lovecraft works. I’m also talking about the extended universe created by writers.

I also think a good chunk of lovecraft works would also fit England, I mean, it makes sense the guy was a New Englander. But I’m really hesitant to say that would be my idea for England as there’s a girl, a bunch of cool folklore from that country.

Tomorrow, my dears were talking about peaches and some other stuff. Since it’s Friday, I’m gonna give you double post.