America smiled as she searched through the fields of sunflowers and endless fields of grains. She was looking for her daughter, Soleil, who was the personification of Kansas and the daughter of France, being a part of the Louisiana Purchase, though her territory wasn't founded until 1854.

Soleil was a girl with tan skin (because of her working in the sun), heterochromia eyes--the left eye forest green and the right light brown--, and upper back length dark brown hair that she keeps in a low ponytail. She also usually wears simple farming clothes.

Overall, she was a very pretty girl who would look pretty clean or dirty, but due to being a part of the Midwest, she possessed that particular accent. While she was a very quiet girl, however, she was very bipolar because of being a part of tornado alley, and America herself had to admit that was not a pretty thing to witness. As a result, like her older half-sister, Mississippi, she was a very tough girl.

Finally, America spotted brown hair among the sunflowers. She shook her head at that; Soleil was just as bad as Russia whenever sunflowers were involved, but what was she supposed to expect? Sunflowers were Soleil's state flower after all.

"Soleil!" America called. "It's time for supper!"

"Coming Mom!" Soleil called back, though she started taking her sweet time in collecting as many of her state flowers as possible. America could only watch with a sweat-drop when her daughter would trip on her way to her mother. Her clumsiness, which had been a childhood problem, had followed Soleil into her older years, and many of her brothers and sisters still enjoy teasing her about it.

When Soleil finally reached her, America lead her daughter into her home, where the entire family was going to be meeting for the holidays. 

For dinner, they were going to be having a Native American feast, with buffalo being tossed in. Of course, Soleil was delighted, because her state possessed one of the well-known state farming industries, and even while manufacturing became more important, she continued to work in the farming business like some of her siblings, even if she wouldn't make much money from it.

However, despite her happy exterior, America knew, like all her children, Soleil was scarred. Many people (well, those with any logic and/or hearts) would be horrified when children are involved in events that are very capable of traumatizing an adult, like war. However, sadly for America and her family, they had to experience the horrors of the world from a young age, and Soleil was no exception to that.

During the Civil War, her soil was used as a battlefield, where she had to witness the deaths of soldiers and even civilians on all sides, and sometimes she even saw the prejudice towards African Americans during and even after that time.

"How could they do that Mom?" a young Soleil asked her mother once, tears in her confused and horrified eyes. America was hugging her during that time, silent tears of her own cascading down her cheeks.

"I don't know, but what I do know is there are monsters in the world. Monsters who wear human skin." America didn't want to scare her little girl anymore than she was, but, as a mother, she couldn't bear to lie to her child. "That's why, dear, you must be careful of who you trust."

Soleil was being happy for her family, and no it's not a false happiness, but, almost like her older half-brother, Maine, there are times when she begins to doubt her happiness. See? Her bipolar issues tend to do that to her.

Well, at least she wasn't depressed, not like some of America's citizens, those poor, poor fools. Sometimes America couldn't help but pity them, just as much as she pitied the nations.

I was in a very depressed mood while I was writing the last part, so I'm sorry if I've done the same to some of you. 
Anyway, I've made a new one-shot involving Maine, but I need to warn you guys that it involves a time when his PTSD takes control of him, and, again, this is if the nations knew of the states' existence. If you're planning to read it, let me warn you beforehand that it's rated M because of the topic of PTSD. This kind of disorder is not something to really be smiling about, so please keep that in mind. I wanted to write it not just to get it off my chest, but to raise awareness to PTSD.