"Sick again?" Alfred raised a brow as Shelby coughed, attempting to clear her sore throat, but sniffling, trying to breath out of her nose.

"Yes! This Michigan weather is giving my allergies whiplash." Shelby hissed. "It gets up to 80 one day, and then two days later, it's snowing in Ann Arbor! I can only take so much of this!" She cried.

Alfred blinked. "Is Michigan weather really that unpredictable?"

"YES! It's so humid, storms will literally pop up out of no where, some days in the summer get to 102. In the winter it easily goes down to -15. We only have three seasons: winter, summer, and an all-in-one, roll the dice and see what it's like today. Winter doesn't start consistently 'til December, and then we get snow storms in all the way 'til May. Michigan has it's own little tornado strip below the Detroit suburbs, and we don't hear anything from anyone in the UP until there seven feet of snow they're buried under thaws out." Shelby ranted.

Alfred sat still, racking his brain. Somehow, the words "unpredictable" and "Michigan" seemed to naturally go together in his mind... But he couldn't figure out where that idea came from.

"Awwww, guys! Look, it's little Yooper!" Cooed a female voice. It belonged to a tall blonde girl who sat at a wooden table, leaning on the surface with a teasing smile on her smile. Her eyes were a crystal blue, and her stature of Germanic in nature, with natural muscle tone and a rugged facial structure.

"Don't give it attention." Hissed another female. She had an auburn, freckles spotting her pale skin, and a bandana tied around her neck. Her deep voice hinted the slightest of a Southern accent.

"Oh, lighten up, Ohio." Smiled another girl, with straight brown hair and bright blue eyes, perfectly matching the blonde's. She wore a plaid knitted sweater, the warmth of the garment making her pale cheeks flush. "You don't have to hate the little UP. He's only a small part of Michigan, cut him some slack."

"Shut up, I can't stand the sound of you speaking." Groaned a taller man with spiky brown hair, his dark eyes tired from work as he rubbed his temples with callused hands. "That damned Canadian accent. Take it back over the God damned border!"

She blinked. "I don't think I was ever Canadian... Was I?"

"She don't even know." Scoffed another female. This one had a darker complexion, seeming as she had come from both Caucasian and African American descent. "But UP does, ain't that right?" She smiled at the younger boy, who took one of two vacant spots, situating his rifle over his shoulder as he did so. "Aren't you a little Canadian? Come on, say somethin'."

"I thought I asked you guys to call me Superior. It's gonna be my state name!" The little boy declared, flashing a gapped-tooth grin as a few locks as his long blonde hair fell in front of his dull blue eyes.

"Hon, you're not gonna be a state any more than the Wolverines are gonna beat the Buckeyes." Ohio snickered.

Another girl, with sandy brown, short, wavy hair, raised his brow. "Michigan is ranked 2nd. What's Ohio State ranked? 6th?"

"SHUT UP!"

"Shhhh," Wisconsin hushed the group, "I can hear Michigan coming. UP, what type of mood is he in today?"

"Last time I saw him, he was mellowed out." UP assured the rest of the Midwestern states.

"Okay-" But before Wisconsin could get out another word, the door swung open, and a tall man of mixed race (similar to the female who had called the UP Canadian, Illinois) busted in. The other states could practically see smoke billowing from his head as he threw himself into his seat.

Minnesota blinked. "Er, ya good, bud?"

"Can it, bud." Michigan snapped.

"Whoa, someone's on their meriod." Ohio sneered.

Iowa blinked. "Meriod?"

"Ya know, man period? Keep up, morons."

"You're the biggest moron in the whole damned room." Michigan growled.

"Dude, you can't burst in here and bite everyone's heads off." Indiana scolded.

The other states waited for a few seconds for a response.

Then, Michigan began to sob.

"I-I'm s-s-sorry." He cried, "I don't know what's gotten into me! Please forgive me!"

"There's a lot going on in his peninsula." The UP pointed out softly to the others.

Michigan turned on his brother faster than a Michigan Uie. "SAY IT TO MY FACE!"

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Inspired by Michigan weather.

Popped into my head and I had to write it down. Sorry.

I imagine all the Midwestern states (Wisconsin, Minnesota, Michigan, Iowa, Indiana, Illinois, Ohio) having their own little group. I actually imagine all the states like that. You probably won't see a lot of Wisconsin, Minnesota, Iowa, Indiana, or Illinois a lot, but Michigan, Ohio, and the UP will definitely be in future Drabbles. You'll get a better description and a better sense of their personalities then.

Also, is it just me, or does anyone think that Alfred doesn't remember all his states off the top of his head (the personified states, not the actual states). Like, 50 different faces are a lot to memorize for him, so he really only knows Delaware, Maryland, New York, Florida, California, and a few other New English states.

Alright, I should go to bed. Night.