Maine. The 23rd state is maine-ly (ha ha, puns...) known for lighthouses and lobster. Before her statehood, she was originally known as the District of Maine. Back then, she lived with her brother, Massachusetts, for a period of time. Although normally nice and polite nowadays, there was a time when she was rambunctious and unruly.

At the turn of the 19th century, Maine was a pre-teen who was desired for independence from her brother. Unfortunately, Massachusetts disagreed with his sister's request to separate from him. The two were known to get into arguments over her position. In midst of their arguments was the start of the War of 1812.

Due to her vulnerable location and lack of authority, Maine was unable to defend herself and was soon captured by England. Until the end of the war, Maine was controlled by the British, unable to do anything. As a consequence from this traumatizing event, she became more motivated toward separation and statehood.

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September 1813.

I slammed open the door to his study. "Mason (Massachusetts). Is it true?" I questioned in a panic.

He lowered the newspaper he was reading on his desk. He proceeded to cover the newspaper with his law books, placing a stack on top of the front page. "What are you talking about?" he said in an oblivious manner.

I narrowed my eyes. "I'm not that naive, you know." I waved the newspaper I held in my hand.

He heaved out a heavy sigh. "Don't worry-"

"Mason! He has come back to get us!"

He didn't seem at all fazed by the dire situation. "Like I said, May. There's nothing to worry about. I'll protect you, so please calm down."

I furiously shook my head. "How could you be calm over this?! My home is vulnerable to land and sea invasions. No doubt that limey bloke is going to take advantage of Canada and raid my private regions."

"Please don't put it like that..."

"Oh, sod off! What I said is true, and there's nothing I could do about it. All because you refuse to let me be independent."

He scowled, looking rather annoyed with me. "That has nothing to do with this war."

"Of course it does!" I lashed out. "Just recently there was a naval battle off my waters, yet I haven't had a general or a politician notify me. This is my home, and I have the right to know what's going on within my borders. Keeping this stuff away from me isn't going to protect me. And when Arthur comes, he'll...he'll..." 

I broke down in lip-curling sobs, recalling frustrating memories of my former caretaker. Arthur was rarely involved in my life. The few times he was involved weren't rosy. Painstaking mannerisms, strict rules, the endless chores, he expected me to be a proper English lady. I hated it. I wanted to be my own person. I wanted to do whatever I want without getting told off how improper it was. He was so upset when I sided with America, he swore he would get me back by whatever means.

And now, he's here. He's come back to get us.

I felt a warm embrace eclipse my body. Peering up, it was Mason. "It's alright. No need to cry now..." Mason held me gently in his arms.

I whimpered into his chest. "I don't want to go back to Arthur. Never again..."

He nodded. "I'll protect you. I promise I'll keep you safe from that limey bastard. No need to cry now. Alright?"

I wiped away my eyes, giving him a curt nod. "You better," I sniffled.

He softly smiled. "I will," he said.

Unlike Arthur, Mason actually cared about me. During the American Revolution, he protected me from the British. Yes, he can be overprotective at times, especially recently. However, he never once abandoned me. Nor did he ever force me to change who I am. For that, I admire him.

I was about to leave his study when he told me to wait. "After I finish working on this document, how about we head out and get ourselves some grub at the tavern?"

I beamed. "No drinking."

He groaned, "Fine. Just for today."

I giggled. "Thanks, Mason."

He rolled his eyes in a sarcastic manner. "The things I do for you."

Without another word, I skipped out of the room, the war now at the back of my mind. I trust Mason would put an end to the war in my steed. For now, all I can do is prepare and get dressed for my outing later in the day. Hopefully he can hold himself back from the ale this time.

~

July 1814.

"General King! What are you doing here this late?"

I was about to prepare for bed when I heard an urgent knock at the door. Upon answering it, there stood my good friend, William King. A year ago, the man in his mid-forties started a petition for my independence despite the war going on in the country. He was now an assigned general positioned in my home, here to protect me. His appearance at his late hour must be urgent.

"Lady Adams. I'm afraid to inform you the British have invaded Moose Island," he said in a grim tone.

I grew surprised by this news. The war had begun nearly two years ago, yet my land remained untouched until now. "What should I do, General?" I asked concerned.

"Don't worry, my lady. We have sent messengers for reinforcements. We'll do our best to fight off the British with the troops we have station, so no need to worry. For now, remain in town. If you see any Redcoats, avoid them. Stay inside and lock your doors if you can."

I nodded attentively. "Okay. Thank you for warning me."

"No need to thank me, my lady. As long as you're safe, I'm honored to serve you." General King went back to his horse.

"Stay safe."

The man returned a nod. "I will. Farewell for now." Without wasting another moment, the General galloped away, most likely heading to where the British are invading.

The recent news he gave had me worried. It has been over a month since I heard from Mason. The last letter he sent said he was heading over to Maryland's house to help defend her house, and protect the nation's capital. The militia he assigned should be able to fend off small invasions in my home. I could only hope the invasion General King warned me about would be put down easily. For now, all I could do is anxiously wait for Mason's return.

~

September 1814.

"Hello, Irene," Arthur greeted me at the steps of my home.

I narrowed my eyes. "It's Margaret, sir."

He quirked one of his thick brows. "Is that what Mason calls you?"

"That's the name I chose for myself," I huffed. "What in the world do you want from me?"

He stepped inside my house, followed by a line of soldiers who came without my consent. "Pardon the intrusion. From this point onward, you'll have to obey me from now on."

"I refuse," I growled.

The Englishman didn't react in the slightest to my anger. "I have soldiers surrounding the place, so I prefer we cooperate according to terms of your occupation."

I took a step forward.

He chuckled with an arrogant smirk on his face. "What? Do you wish to fight me? I can assure you'll be treated kindly so long as you behave yourself. Do anything rash, you might regret it."

I gritted my teeth. "Mason will come. Alfred and everyone else will protect me. If you ever lay a hand on me I swear I'll feed you to the lobsters."

"How amusing," he hummed in delight. "Well then, I wish to have some tea before I head over to the capital."

He went over to the parlor room and sat in a chair with his accompanied soldiers. He turned his attention back to me. "What are you waiting for? Go on. Make me some tea."

I glared daggers at him. With a loud huff, I forced myself into the kitchen, preparing that limey twat his precious tea.

"Oh! My men would also love to have some tea. The invasion has left them parched, so be sure to make a few cups for them, too," he called from the room.

I forced a delightful smile on my face. "Not to worry, sir. I'll be sure your men are given tea as you ordered." Once I was sure he and the soldiers weren't looking at me, I stuck my tongue at them.

From that day onward, my home became festered with British soldiers. As devastated as I was to have Arthur in my home, no less was I upset to find Mason absent without a word on where he was. In my best hopes, I hope Arthur's presence is short-lived. Until then, I need to comply with my captor's orders in fear of harm coming my way.

Mason, please get here soon.

~

November 1814.

Over two months have passed since the British invaded my home. Some of the Red Devils are currently using my house as one of their new headquarters. Without a choice, I was forced to obey them, making sure they were satisfied in their stay while he was away. It was hard to hold myself back from arguing with them. Tougher when it came to satisfying their demands.

Every moment with those maggots was torture. Many of the British soldiers were rude toward me, always calling for me to do everything for them. Make them food, clean their uniforms, shine their boots, pour them their tea, clean their rooms, ugh! I especially hated them when they spill their tea or ruin their uniforms on purpose. Gosh! They're grown adults! It's like they took pleasure in seeing me clean up their dumb messes. Their hungry eyes were always creeping me out, almost like wolves licking their lips to a scrumptious lamb. I always made sure to lock my bedroom door before going to bed. If I didn't, I don't want to imagine what would come of it.

As much as I hate to serve them, I couldn't go against their word nor do I dare attack them. Their blockade that surrounded my home has stopped all commerce, leaving me in a weakened state in their captivity. I'm especially concerned with my people who are living in fear during the British occupation. If I did anything bad, not only was I afraid of getting punished, but my people as well. Thus, why I haven't taken action against them.

I haven't heard from General King since the invasion. I hope he's okay...

As for Mason... I still haven't heard a word from him...

For two months, I've endured the poor treatment of the British, holding faith on Mason coming back to save me. I counted the days that went by. I longed for the day I can freely walk on my own without a Red Devil by my side. I even dreamed of the past when Mason came to save me from Arthur's control. Every day, I hoped he would come and save me once again just like that time. Patiently, I waited, praying for him to save me.

And yet, over two months have passed. The Red Devils are still here. And Mason is nowhere to be found...

At one point, I stopped praying. I lost count of the days that passed since the British occupation of my home. The thought of someone saving me was now at the back of my mind. I excused their lack of response to be because of the war. But then I remember Mason's words, growing bitter by his broken promise. This sentiment grew with every day that passed during my time with the British.

I hated it. I hated doing nothing. I hated waiting this out. I hated how helpless I was. All I could do was cope on my own and endure their horrible treatment. That's all I can do for the time being.

~

April 1815.

"May!" Mason exclaimed as he greeted me at the front door. "Are you alright?" He was about to hug me when I took a step back away from him.

"I'm fine brother," I coldly muttered.

He gave me a weird look. "Did Arthur do something to you?"

"He took my money."

"... Is that all?"

I gritted my teeth. "His soldiers were rude to me. They forced me to clean and cook for them. If I refused to obey them, my people wouldn't suffered."

"... At least you're okay."

He was about to embrace me when I pushed him away.

"No! No, I'm not okay." My lips curled in disgust.

Mason attempted to embrace me once again. "There, there. I'm here-"

I forcefully shoved him away. "WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU?!" I screamed with tears running down my face.

Mason stood there in shock. He gave me a pitiful look. "I'm sorry, May. I was needed at the capital. By the time I got your message, it was too late. I wanted to help you, but Alfred and the others were in a bind, and-"

"You weren't here!" I loudly interrupt his excuse. "You promised you would protect me from Caterpillar Brows! And look what happened!"

I stormed away from him. I was about to go up the stairs, but Mason held me back by my arm.

"May! Wait a sec-"

I slapped his arm away. "Sod off! You have no idea what it feels like to be a damsel in distress, waiting helplessly for someone to save you. Y-You promised you would protect me, and you failed to do that! I-I... I..." my wretched voice trembled, "I-I hate you!"

I ran up the stairs, heading straight to my room before slamming it behind me. Hearing Mason's voice from the other side, I locked the door. He tried to open it, but the door to my bedroom didn't budge. He knocked many times, telling me to let him in.

"May. I'm sorry. Please open up. I want to talk to you. May," he pleaded.

I refused to answer him. Instead, I laid in bed, crying for a long time into my pillow while he kept pleading to be let in. He would eventually give up on persuading me and leave me alone. Since then, I refused to see him or talk to him. I basically ignored him like he did to me during the war. I may be overreacting a little bit, but this is what he deserves for failing to keep his promise.

Even though the Treaty of Ghent put an end to the war, I couldn't shake the memory of Arthur returning to invade my home again. The thought of being under the control of the Red Devils was a disturbing experience I don't want to be put through ever again. If Mason couldn't save me from them, then who will? His inability to protect me not only angered me, but it also made me more determined to be free from him.

The British occupation of my home taught me an enduring lesson. As much as I spoke out for independence, independence won't mean a thing in my weakened condition. From now on, I'll work harder to grow not only stronger, but also more reliant on my own power. No longer will I be a liability to everyone. No longer will I rely on others for protection. No longer will I live under my brother's care.

I'm not a little kid anymore. I'll grow up and prove to Mason and the others I'm capable of being independent. The road to independence will be a difficult one, but I'm willing to change for the better. No matter what, I'll strive for my statehood, and prove I'm better off on my own.

~

November 1818.

Almost three years ago, the Treaty of Ghent put an end to the War of 1812. As promised, Arthur hadn't breached my borders and the last of his soldiers left me home. Still, I'm wary of his possible return. However, I've changed.

I grew stronger thanks to the land granted to me in the treaty. With the British out of my home, commerce came back, allowing me to recover rather quickly. In fact, my body grew considerably. I started to looking more like a young woman than a girl. Now that I'm grown, I'm ready to strive for my statehood.

Recently, I received wonderful news from William King. He told me he was able to get the Massachusetts Senate's approval for my separation. For now, he's going to inform the people and begin the separation process from there. As great as the news was to me, I couldn't help, but become wracked by the thought of Mason getting angry with me.

I haven't talked to Mason ever since the British left Castine all those years ago. We haven't seen each other since that day. The only way we communicate was through letters; most of them coming from him. Such letters were either government related or apologies over my abandonment during the war. Sometimes I don't read his letters and just threw them into the fireplace. Occasionally I'll keep some in my desk, rereading them later on gloomy days.

I wonder if he's informed of the senate approving my separation. If so, he must've been so upset. As flawed as he was, he's still my brother. I still love him very much. Yes, I was disappointed when he failed to protect me in the war. But now with my separation being a possibility, I'm starting to forgive him. Hopefully when we see each other again I can ask for his support on the matter.

~

March 1819.

After convincing myself numerous times, I finally arrived in my brother's home in Boston. Unfortunately, the day I visited his house turned out to be the day he was absent. A servant answered instead, telling me Mason was out drinking with some of his buddies. For a while, I stayed at brother's house, waiting for his return.

Soon, night grew in addition to my worries. Mason wasn't back yet. The thought of Mason winding up in a drunken mess on the streets forced me to head out in search for him. Sure, he's an adult. And yes, I'm merely a young girl who shouldn't be out wandering alone at this late hour. Just to be sure, I wanted to see if Mason is doing alright. If my intuition is correct, he should still be at the place he usually drinks at.

And I was right.

Alone, I went inside The Green Dragon Tavern. I found Mason with a bunch of young lads at a large, wooden table with glasses of beer. I don't know why he was half-naked, wearing his cotton shirt like a bandana on his head. For sure, he was drunk. There's no doubt about it. His voice was the loudest among the drinkers in the room. Without shame, the wanker danced on top of the table with a pint of ale in hand while everyone laughed and cheered, watching the idiot make a fool out of himself. Not again...

"Pub~ Pub~ Pub~ Go! Fish and chips! If you drink you'll understand~ You'll understand if you drink~" he sang in a slurred, British accent.

I cringed behind the bar counter. "Oh no..."

"A-ha-ha-ha-ha~" he laughed before raising his glass. "Abracadabra~ Fuck the King!"

"Abracadabra~ Fuck the King!" the rest of the room drunkenly celebrated with him.

For a while, I watched in shock of the spectacle my brother was making. I didn't know why I was hiding from Mason, but the sight of my half-naked brother chanting some British song was too much to take in. I couldn't help but laugh seeing his goofy dance on top of the table. Compared to his stubborn, headstrong nature when he fought against Arthur, this young man was the part I like about Mason. A passionate lad with the freedom to do whatever he wanted without anyone or anything stopping him. Rather than be the gentleman Arthur wanted him to be, he rather be himself than appease his peers. I like that about him.

I watched Mason horribly dance his way until midnight when the tavern had to close for the night. Waiting for him at the door, I caught him stumbling down the sidewalk. I managed to catch him before he could fall over. He cocked his head, confused to see me. He reeked of booze and cigar smoke.

"Nay?" he muttered.

It took me a while to understand he was calling my name instead of imitating a horse. "Come on, Brother. Let's get you home." I softly smiled.

Out of nowhere, Mason lunged at me. I gave a surprised yelp being held in Mason's arms. My face grew red as his drunk face, burning my cheeks against this chilly night. I didn't push him off me for some reason. He wasn't doing anything bad or perverted. It's just...his hug was out of nowhere. But then the stench of beer hit me like a sack of bricks.

"U-Um... Mason? Can you let go of me? It's really late. We should head home now. Mason?"

All of a sudden, I heard sniffles. I thought he was having a runny nose from the cold, but looking up at his face I noticed a couple of tears coming out of his emerald green eyes. Rarely have I seen Mason cry. He would always put on a tough act; even around me sometimes. But these tears, they were real.

"May... Why are you leaving me?"

His words sent a shiver down my spine.

"... Mason. Let's go home now..."

It was difficult, but I managed to lug Mason around my shoulder, somewhat supporting him on our stroll back to his house. Besides letting loose his tears, Mason kept rambling random things. Most of it was silly such as his ability to see unicorns and elves. And then there were things he talked about involving me. He said such stuff as though he were sober.

"I'm sorry, May... I promise to protect you from now on... Please don't leave me..." he mumbled.

When we got back to his house, the servant helped me carry Mason to his room. At that point, Mason had passed out from the booze he drank. His tears were dry and all that came out of his mouth were loud snores. My original plans to discuss my separation from him would be put on hold for now. Especially considering what he said, I grew depressed and less optimistic of our talk. Rather than ask tomorrow morning, I decided to leave his home instead without telling him.

I appreciate him raising me under his wing. We grew up as siblings, caring for one another. We were together up until now. Yet, I still want to separate. I... I just don't want Mason to hate me for leaving him. For now, I'll bide my time and wait for another opportunity to ask Mason.

~

June 1819.

After all this time, I finally had the courage to see my brother face to face. With my people's vote on my separation coming up, I want to at least get Mason's approval on the matter. Thus, I arrived at my brother's home, ready to ask him for his support. This time, he was home that day. Busy in his study room as usual, I ask his servant to inform Mason on my arrival while I waited in the living room. I didn't wait for long.

"May."

I turned my head to see Mason standing at the doorway. He didn't come any closer to me. Rather, he just stood there looking rather surprised by my arrival. He didn't bother to say another word than my name.

Having enough of the silence, I interrupt his gaze. "Mason. I need to talk to you about something."

Mason blinked his eyes. "Uh... Alright..." He went over to sit next to me on the sofa, looking rather quiet for some reason. "... You doing well?"

"Yes," I nodded, "And you?"

"Yeah. So far..."

Everything went silent for a couple of seconds. It was...awkward to say the least.

"... Listen, May. I'm sorry about what happened in the war. I-"

"It's alright," I stopped him from apologizing. "I'm over it now."

He softly smiled. "Well, that's good to know. I'm glad we can put the past behind us," he mumbled. "... Still, I want to make it up to you. If you don't mind, I want to treat you to dinner."

He was about to get up when I grabbed his wrist. "I didn't come here to forgive you." My tone was serious.

He froze. He forced a smile on his face. "We can talk about it later. It's been a while since I've seen you, so let's-"

"I'm serious, Mason!" I nearly shouted.

Mason became silent, staying that way for a while before his eyes changed, becoming rather dark. "It's about your separation, isn't it?"

I didn't say anything at first. His statement had stabbed whatever confidence I prepared before coming here. It didn't help he was avoiding my eye, staring down at the boring ground instead of his own sister. Not a thing about his facial expression was positive. His darkened green eyes. His gloomy scowl. My worse fears were in front of me.

I fidget my fingers, trying to find a way to put it to him nicely. "I-I... Y-You've been a good brother to me, a-and I want to thank you for everything you've done to protect me up to this point. I'm v-very grateful to you, and I don't want you to forget that. For a while I t-thought about the times we've been together. I grew to a-appreciate the kind person you are. I-I'm not saying you're a bad person or a horrible brother, nor do I hate you! I-I just... I just..."

I couldn't say it. Like a baby I cried, unable to hold back my emotions any longer. I wanted to prove to him I was capable on being on my own, yet I couldn't even tell him this. In front of him no less. I thought I changed when really I'm still the same person who'll always be reliant on his approval. I couldn't believe this. There's no way he'll approve my separation from him. There's no way he'll do such a thing.

"I'm sorry," I wept.

Mason sat back on the sofa. Like the good brother he was, he was there to comfort me. "Why are you apologizing?" he asked worryingly.

I shook my head. "Me separating from you. You're upset, are you not?" I sniffled, trying to make my words sound audible from my sobs.

"I am," he admitted which didn't help stop this bad feeling I had inside my chest. "But when I saw you today, I realized something." He wiped a tear off my cheek. I looked up at him confused. "The fights we had when you asked to separate from me, I didn't like the thought of you being on your own. I thought you were reckless. I thought you wouldn't be able to survive without my help. Also, I thought you didn't appreciate everything I've done to care for you which made me...slightly salty to put it lightly."

"I thought I could protect you. When Arthur came back to fight us, I thought you would be safe. But...you weren't. I failed to protect you..." he muttered in regret. "... While you ignored me, I thought about my actions. I realized I was being controlling like Arthur did to me and the others. I gave you some space, and I was surprised to see your home recovering so well. Better than expected..."

"I was asked by one of your friends some time ago about your separation. I think his name is Mr. King. I thought on denying his proposal at first. But when he told me how much you wanted to prove you were capable of being on your own, I thought on his words with consideration. I was afraid to see you go. But he and you convinced me I shouldn't be fearful of your independence. And so, I've decided I'll not only allow you to separate from me, but I'll also be supportive on your statehood."

I couldn't believe what he was saying. "Why didn't you tell me this?"

"I thought you were still upset with me about the war." He scratched the back of his neck, blushing slightly. "I love you, May. As your big brother, I'm willing to do anything for what's best for you. If you really do want to be independent, I'm willing to let you go. All that I ask is for your forgiveness for my actions earlier." He softly smiled.

I thought it was a dream. Him telling me all of this was unbelievable. And yet, I was too happy to care. The tears wouldn't stop, but I wasn't crying out of worry or despair. To hear my brother approve of this on his terms had me emotionally unstable.

Without hesitating, I embraced my brother, headbutting into his chest. "Thank you, Brother! Thank you so much!" I cried onto his shoulder.

Mason rubbed my back, chuckling to himself. "It's the least I could do, crybaby."

I pouted. "I'm not a crybaby."

"Independent or not, you'll always be my little, crybaby sister." He smirked.

I smiled. "And you'll always be my big, always-drunk brother," I giggled.

"I'm not always drunk..."

We both laughed and talked for a while before heading out for dinner that day. Sure enough, Mason drank without showing  any sign of slowing down. Even when I separate from him, I'll be sure to always check on him to make sure he doesn't drink himself to death. Either way, I'm glad he accepted my separation.

With that worry out of the way, I'll now be able to work clearly on my statehood. Knowing my people, I'm sure the path to statehood will be easy. Still, I can't slack off now. From today onward, I'll work harder to make sure I become a state like my brother and everyone else in the Union.

~

July 1819.

After a month of waiting, I finally learned the results of my entry into the Union. Without a problem, a majority of my people agreed on me becoming a state. As happy as I was to know my people are supportive on the matter, I still have much work to do.

"Ugh! My hand hurts!" I groaned with my hand cramping on me.

Alone in my study, I had started working on a draft for my state constitution. Surprisingly, I'm shocked how any of the territories were able to write their constitution. I wasn't even done with the first page, yet I still have so much to consider and write about. I guess statehood is going to be a lot more difficult than I thought it would be...

~

October 1819.

While I was reading one day, I heard a couple of knocks at my door. When I went to answer the door, at the front steps of my home was my good friend William King. We then had lunch together, talking about our progress regarding my statehood.

"Congratulations, Lady Adams. All that's left is for Congress to approve of your statehood."

I smiled. "Thank you, Mr. King, for everything you have done to support me."

"It's no problem, my lady. We still have much work to do, but I'm glad the Constitutional Convention approved the document. Even then, I'm amazed a young lady like you was able to get the job done."

I chuckled. "It was difficult, but I managed." I noted the bandages around my right hand.

He got up from the sofa. "I should get going now. The capital is a long way from home, so I should head out before the first snowflake lands on your doorstep."

With Mr. King on his merry way to the nation's capital to present my state constitution to Congress, I await for further news, hoping they approve the document. In the meantime, I'll have to be patient do whatever I can to prepare for my entry into the Union.

~

November 1819.

Despite not being a State yet, my brother insisted I join him on his trip to the Executive Mansion for the annual Thanksgiving feast. He confessed his fellow States wanted to meet me personally, insisting for quite some time to his annoyance. For once, the usual States-only celebration will have an exception.

"Hey! You must be May!" A handsome, young boy with brown hair and blue eyes came up to greet me.

"How do you know my name?" I questioned.

"You can thank Mason." A woman with long, luscious brown hair spoke up as she came up to greet me. "My name's Virginia. You can call me Eliza if you like."

The young boy waved. "Mine's Trent of Tennessee. If you want I can show you around the place." He made a flirtatious wink at me.

"Oh, knock it off, Trent!" A girl with ginger hair pulled Trent by the ear. "Pardon the idiot here. He's known to play hooky with the ladies," she huffed.

"It's not like I'm going to do anything bad to her, Georgia. Ow, ow!"

"You're lucky Mason is busy fighting with Billy (New York), or else he would've gotten you by the scruff seeing you flirt with his little sister." She pulled Trent away by the ear.

Eliza and I awkwardly giggled seeing the two argue while heading elsewhere in the Executive Mansion.

Besides Trent, Eliza, and Georgia, I got the opportunity to introduce myself to the rest of the States of America. Some I easily recognized for being my neighbors like Harold (New Hampshire) and Virgil (Vermont). There were also my brother's neighbors, Connor (Connecticut) and Richard (Rhode Island), whom I saw once in a while whenever I visit my brother's house. Contrary to what my brother thinks of them, they seem pretty nice to talk to.

For the first time, I got to meet and speak with the States in the South. They were nice to talk to although I could barely understand some of them with their lingo and strange accents. I don't know why, but whenever I leave them I feel as though they were talking behind my back. I think I heard one of them whisper about the balance of the nation. I didn't want to pry too much or get off on the wrong foot, so I leave them be without putting too much thought on the matter.

Besides them, I got to meet with the States in the West (Midwest specifically). They were few in attendance, and there should be more coming soon. From the members I've talked to so far, they were nice as well.

"Elliot (Illinois), my pretty lady." He bowed as he softly kissed the tip of my hand.

I couldn't help, but hide my blush, unsure if it's me or the room getting warmer.

"Really, Elliot?" Ivy (Indiana) rolled her eyes.

Elliot gave Ivy a weird look. "What? I'm just being courteous to the soon-to-be new state. Which by the way, do you know when they're going to confirm your statehood?" he asked me.

I shook my head. "I heard they're busy with other matters. But I did hear from Mason they'll decide next year. Around spring I think."

"Probably because of Melissa," Ivy muttered to herself.

I quirked a brow. "Who's Melissa?"

The two stared at me funnily. "Just a territory in the west," Elliot spoke first. "She's currently working on her statehood like you, so she's not here right now."

"I see. Do you know when she's entering the Union?"

The two looked to each other concerned as though they know something I don't know. "As of now, she still has much work ahead of her," said Ivy.

Just as I was about to further ask about this territory they mentioned, Mason came up behind us.

"Dinner is about to start soon." He looked at the States I was with, particularly Elliot who avoided his eye before whistling to himself. "Anyway, let's head to our seats."

I nodded, turning to Elliot and Ivy for a second. "Well, it's nice getting to know you."

The two smiled. "We'll be sure to vote for your admission when the vote comes in," said Elliot.

"Thank you very much. I'll need all the support I can get." I beamed.

The entire Thanksgiving feast was a lovely, extraordinary time. A plethora of food laid out on the banquet table while everyone around me chatted and ate like family. Although a guest, the people around me will soon have me as a member at the table. For today, I ate my fill of turkey and apple pie, laughing merrily with my soon-to-be fellow States.

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January 20, 1820.

Today, I came to visit my brother to see how he was doing since moving his belongings out of my home. I was surprised to learn of his cold, terrified when he insisted on heading out to work. It took some convincing, but I finally got him to rest in bed. 

While I was reading in the parlor, I suddenly heard a knock at the door. After bookmarking my spot, I went to answer who it was to come this afternoon. Opening the door, there was a fourteen year old boy standing in the cold rain. Despite his disheveled, soggy appearance, the young boy had a smile on his face when he greeted me.

"Good morning, miss. Is this the home of Mason Adams?"

I nodded. "Yes. He's currently sick, so he's resting in his room."

"My best wishes on his recovery." The boy proceeded to grab an envelope out of his leather satchel, handing the letter over to me. "Here's a message for him."

I took the envelope from the messenger. "Thank you. I'll be sure to give this to Mason when he wakes up."

"Thank you, miss. I'll be on my way now," the messenger said before heading down the street in the rain.

Closing the door, I peered down on the delivered envelope. The letter was damp, close to ripping in my delicate hands. I thought on putting the letter in his study room. I knew the letter wasn't for me, yet for some reason I felt an obligation to see what the letter contained. I didn't know why, but I felt this letter involved me in some way.

Looking around, making sure no one was watching, I carefully opened the flap of the envelope. I pulled out a soggy piece of paper, dripping slightly onto the hardwood floor. I noticed a part of the script was water down, the ink now puddles on the parchment. The first half was barely legible. Gently, I held the letter in my hands, reading what it said.

Dear Mason,

I ask of this from you to please let me into the Union. I would be very grateful if you could convince the other Northern states to let me be a part of the group. My people are angry and I am afraid for my life of any fut___ to come if no solut___ can solve this issue. I ca__ot wait any l___er and I ___d __ur help. Pl____ for my l___ is dep___ent on y__r ___ision. The sl___ iss__ sh____ n__ _o_e __ t__ __y _f ___ _om____i__...

F___, M______ _________

I carefully placed the letter back inside the envelope, placing it back in Mason's study as intended.

Throughout the day, I thought about what was written in that mysterious letter and the mysterious person who wrote it. From the few legible words I could understand, the sender must've been one of the territories. They sounded desperate. I couldn't imagine the torment they're going through when they wrote the letter.

As much as I pitied them, there wasn't anything I could do. I'm not a State yet. Nor do I know their circumstances from which caused them to ask for my brother's help. I thought on asking Mason, but he would then know I was snooping in his private business. In the end, I could only shove the letter to the back of my mind while I prepare some hot chicken soup for my brother to eat.

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January 24, 1820.

My brother had a visitor today. He wasn't pleased to see her, but I convinced him to let her stay for lunch. Reluctantly, he allowed her to come in and stay for a bit.

"So, Missouri, do you go by another name?" I politely asked.

The territory from the West curtly nodded. "Melanie," she said.

Meeting Melanie for the first time was a bit underwhelming. The fragile girl was my age, yet she looked older than me or Alfred for that matter. Her dark black hair was frazzled as though she didn't bother to comb it. Her skin, although dark, appeared gray. It was like she was devoid of all joy in her life, turning her cold like those stoney gray eyes. Those gray irises sagged underneath the dark shadows of her skin, making her look tired despite being well-rested, according to her answer when asked if she slept plenty before her visit. Yet, I could see deep down in the darkness of her eyes she was lying. There was a grim backstory she wasn't telling us. Even without her eyes, her timid scowl showed her visit wasn't simply a kind gesture. It was desperation.

She was the very definition of misery.

I wanted to ask what's troubling her. Unfortunately, I never got that opportunity. The whole conversation was mostly between her and Mason while I sat in the background, waiting for the appropriate opportunity to interject my concerns. However, the conversation kept escalating to where insults were brought on the table. She was desperate. She kept blinking her tired eyes every time my brother criticized her. At one point she barely looked at Mason when he started to mock her explanation on being granted statehood. I tried to help her out by steering the political talks to a more casual conversation, commenting on today's cold weather or how tasty the pastries were.

But then Mason said something uncalled for and stormed out the house before I could stop him from leaving.

I was left alone with Melanie in an uncomfortable, unpleasant atmosphere. We barely talked to one another since Mason left five minutes ago. She didn't look at me. Nor was I looking at her. Everything about our meeting was awkward. I thought being left alone with her would give me the opportunity to speak my mind. But after what Mason said, I doubt she would want to talk to me. She must've been disappointed, coming all this way to convince Mason to side with her argument, only to be treated like this.

I'll have to talk to Mason not to say such rude things like that ever again. I couldn't believe he would say such a thing. To a poor girl no less. Shame on him.

"I'm sorry you have to see that," she interrupted my thoughts. She got up from her chair. "Thank you for lunch. I should get going now."

Just as she was about to take another step, I blurted, "W-Wait!" She stopped and turned to look at me with a skeptical look on her face.

There was a moment of silence while I tried to come up a reason for her to stay. "U-Um... There's still some tea left if you want some..."

She quickly shook her head. "I appreciate the offer, but it's best I leave-"

"You don't have to leave."

She stared at me puzzled. My face burned realizing what I was saying. To a stranger no less.

"Sorry," I calmly said. "If you're not busy, I would like to talk to you a little longer."

She quirked a brow on what I said. "Why would you want to talk to me?"

She does have a fair point.

I scratched the back of my head, slightly embarassed to explain my reasons for speaking to her. "I mean, you said you're working on becoming a state. I'm also becoming a state, so I thought we should get to know each other properly."

She made another depressed scowl. "Actually, I might not become a state..."

I was unsure what to make of her statement. "What do you mean? I thought you said you're working on your statehood."

Her eyes widen. "Weren't you listening? Not only is your brother against it, but everyone else in this region won't support my admission."

"Well, I'm sure you can ask them-"

"I already did!" she barked, startling me to shut my mouth. She wiped her eyes with the sleeve of her fur coat. "I'm going to leave now. Like I said, thank you for lunch."Melissa rushed out of the room, heading toward the front door.

I went after her. "Melanie! Please wait!"

I grabbed her arm. She stopped and turned to glare at me. Immediately, I let go.

"I can help you," I said in my defense.

She scoffed, "I doubt you can."

"Still, maybe I can convince them to allow you into the Union."

"That's not how it works. You can't just tell them to vote in favor of my admission."

I shrugged. "It's worth a try."

Melanie furiously shook her head. "You still don't get it," she growled. "While you're fortunate to have this much support, I had to travel from door to door trying to convince the whole New England region to at least give me a chance. And each time I do, I either get turned away or be treated less like a guest and more like an enemy. No matter what you say to them, they'll never trust me..." She grew quiet, gripping the door knob tightly, close to being on her way.

I notice a tear streaking her cheek. She wasn't sobbing, but I could sense the sadness she held within her. She was suffering. As cold as her words were, I knew the words she spouted weren't meant to be harsh. If what she said was true, I could see why she would feel as hopeless as she was. We both are undergoing preparation for statehood, yet somehow she was forced to walk the difficult path while I coasted to statehood with relative ease and support.

I suddenly felt guilty with what I said before. Yet, I still think it's possible for her to become a State. Hesitating for a moment, I gently embraced her. "I'm sorry," I apologized in a soothing voice. "I don't know what you've been through, but I could tell you have it rough. For that, I really want to help you."

She bit her lip, yet she didn't push me away. "You don't even know me."

I nodded. "True. I don't you, but I know you're a nice person. That alone is enough to convince me to support you."

She bit her lip. "You're being naive... You know that..." she cried quietly in my arms while I held her close. I made sure to comfort her like what Mason did for me.

When she finally calmed down, we were able to talk freely since she came here. It took us a while, but she was finally getting around to opening up. She told me how she briefly grew up under the natives and the settlers. Then, she explained how she was taught some French from Francis and how she grew stronger under Antonio through the fur trade. When they left, Alfred came and brought her up. Melissa expressed how grateful she was to Alfred. She thanked him for her growth, introducing people to her, so she didn't feel lonely out in the Midwest. In return, she helped Lewis and Clark on their journey to explore the rest of the continent.

As we were talking about statehood, she appeared to be holding back on something, insisting it was nothing. When I asked her why she was acting strangely, she said, "You're very lucky to have them support your statehood." It was a compliment yet her eyes looked away when she said this.

After getting to know her, I couldn't believe the others refuse to let her join the Union. Even if she was different, even if she supported something they disagreed with, I find it difficult to know I'm allowed to join but she wasn't.

"Don't worry," I held her hand, "I'll make sure they let you into the Union. That's a promise."

She frowned. "I doubt you can help me. You're not the one to vote on the matter."

"No matter," I said, "I'll be sure to give them a reason to allow you into the Union."

Before we could talk any further, a chime from the grandfather clock rang throughout the room. Checking the time, it was exactly six that evening.

"I should get going," she said.

This time, I didn't hold her back from leaving. 

Leading her out the door, Melissa turned around and curtsied. "Thank you for everything, Lady Adams."

I waved her off. "Please. Call me May. And no need to thank me."

Melanie then went on her way. She said she would visit Harold and Virgil before heading to the capital, so hopefully she'll be able to convince them like she did for me. There was an emergency meeting at the capital regarding her position at the start of February. She's limited on time, but hopefully she'll be able to convince them on the matter.

As for me, I could continue to wait for my statehood to be approved. However, I promised Melanie I would help her. Thus, I'll need to convince the others myself to vote for her. In the best scenario, they agree with me. The worst, possibly delay my statehood and some humiliation. With the limited time I have left until the meeting, I'll need to hurry. First, my brother. Then, my neighbors. Lastly, the entire New England region. It's going to be tough, but I'm fairly confident it will work.

I know it will work.

~

March 6, 1820.

I heard the news from Mason. I was probably the one more excited of the news than him.

After everything that has happened, Melanie was finally allowed to become state. The Missouri Compromise gave Melanie the chance to be her own state thanks to my admission to balance the slave issue out. She still has to undergo a set of changes to fulfill the promises in addition to making some adjustments to her state constitution. After doing all that, she'll be allowed to enter the Union.

Immediately after hearing the news, I wrote a letter to Melanie, congratulating her on the compromise that was made. As promised, I convinced the others work a deal out with Melanie, and it worked really well in her favor. When the time comes for her to enter the Union, I hope to be at her ceremony and welcome her as a fellow State. 

For now, I'm still a district. But not for long.

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March 15, 1820.

After working on my statehood for numerous months, I came to the nation's capital, given a proper ceremony, welcoming me with smiles and praise. The moment the president's signature was placed on the paper, confirming my new status, everyone around me cheered to see the 23rd State. From this day forward, I'll be known as the State of Maine, a state of America.

Every state personally congratulated me. Even Melissa, still a territory, briefly congratulated me before returning home. As for Mason, he was in tears, but in a good way. Everyone made sure to poke fun at Mason before he started bashing their heads. By the end of the day, I thanked everyone for their support and promised to work hard alongside them as a fellow State of the Union.

For what's next in life, I have no clue. Becoming a state was a long-term goal I had, and now I've fulfilled that achievement. I thought about taking a vacation after all the hard work I've done. As tempting as that idea sounds, I have much work to do as a State of America. Some days will be difficult, but I'll be able to pull through. On my own, I'll continue making my own path for the future ahead of me.

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+ Present-day Maine had a complicated history regarding its boundaries and whoever owned the area. During the Colonial Era, England and France fought over who owned the area; parts of it belonged to the French Colony of Acadia and parts of it were claimed by the Massachusetts Bay Colony. I hope to untangle the mess in future chapters. Long story short, I can see Maine getting sick of being owned and decided to be her own state instead.

- For this chapter, the District of Maine after the American Revolution was a part of Massachusetts. Because of the geographical separation between the district and the rest of the state, some Mainers started for Maine's separation and statehood. The movement would gain popularity when Massachusetts failed to protect Maine from a British invasion during the War of 1812. Alongside growing support for Maine's separation, Massachusetts was also pressured to allow Maine to become a part of the Union as a free state to balance the number of free and slave states. As a result, Maine's separation and statehood went rather smoothly without a problem.

+ On a side note, the money Maine mentioned England stole was the Castine Fund. It was used to establish Dalhousie University in Halifax, Nova Scotia. I could imagine Maine still being grudgeful toward Nova Scotia regarding these funds.

+ On another note, I originally made my Maine OC with blonde hair and blue eyes. Later did I decide to give her green eyes after her brother, Massachusetts. Her hair color was later changed into a red-orange, mainly inspired by boiled lobsters which were one of Maine's specialties. Coincidentally, Maine was supposed to be New Ireland (it's also a large island in Papua New Guinea) if Great Britain managed to win Maine in either the American Revolution or the War of 1812.

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