Warning: Over fifty crazy characters therefore cursing, violence, and sensitive topics will be mentioned. As a precaution, some of the sensitive topics are political in order to further show differences of the characters, so please do not spur one's political views or have political arguments when commenting. You've been warned.

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'What am I doing here?'

That was Delaware's first thought when waiting for the meeting to begin. Behind that sentence: boredom, disgust, and overwhelming disappointment.

The board room was filled with fifty people, the oldest at 22 and the youngest at 15, who all "neatly" gathered around a long, glass table. It was a miracle all fifty came on time. Rarely was Alabama here on time as he commonly overslept. Unfortunately, the meeting was unable to start due to the hostess who surprisingly isn't here yet.

Without that important person, chaos had already begun in the room. One was already vlogging on their latest iPhone, telling her audience behind the screen how bored they were in a valley girl attitude. Another one had already dosed off in a puddle of drool, being told off by another state to wake up and clean up the mess they've made. One young man pulled out a small, silver flask when another man grabbed the sketchy container, angrily bashing on the culprit not to drink in the room. One woman argued with another over politics. Ugh, politics... And then there's Texas who couldn't give a fuck about the meeting.

Anyway, welcome to the meeting where all fifty states of America, including Washington D.C., come together to talk about domestic and foreign issues the nation is facing today. They meet every year at the capital to solve these problems, however, they have yet to solve anything. Whatever meeting number this was, it starts out and ends the same as always. Pointless distractions. Arguments that go nowhere. Off-topic conversations. Cursing. Tantrums. Throwing shit sometimes. In the end, nothing gets done. A typical meeting as usual.

"Delaware, have you heard from D.C.?" a woman with chocolate-colored hair in a bun asked her fellow state with worry.

Delaware sighed, "Nothing, Pennsylvania. I have no idea where she is or why she's late." The state had little confidence on where this meeting is heading, glancing to his left to see Idaho arguing with Iowa over corn and potatoes. Off-topic conversations, check.

"How strange. D.C. is usually never this late," Penny pondered upon the whereabouts of the missing capital. "How about you, Maryland? Any word from her?" she questioned the fellow state with olive blonde hair across a few seats from her.

Her neighbor's pale blue eyes turn to where Penny was, responding with a frown and a shrug before turning her attention to another state who adorned long, luxurious brown hair and dove grey eyes.

"Great. What do we do now? We're suppose to start this meeting ten minutes ago," Delaware grumbled while watching the chaos unfold in front of him.

"Then why don't you start this meeting?" she suggested.

Delaware reacted in disbelief. "Me? Why me? I don't want to be the one to handle this!" He disputed the idea of leading a bunch of misfits to act with civility on national issues. It was like asking a bunch of kittens to sit still. It's not going to work.

Out of the blue, a wrench flew across the table, hitting Wisconsin on the forehead by accident. The poor state was wincing in pain as Minnesota tended to her neighbor's growing, red bump on their forehead. She scolded the two midwestern states involved to cut the act. Sadly, her scolding went unnoticed. Ohio ducked under the table, cursing his attacker before receiving a wrench to the head by Michigan. More furious screams followed before Penny got back to the subject at hand.

"Well, since you're the first state among us, you'll be the one to start the meeting since D.C. is not here. Plus, it's in the rule book you wrote." As one of the five possible states to know the Official States Meeting rule book at the back of her hand, one rule out of hundreds was rule #8: if the hostess, Washington D.C., were to be absent due to any of the following circumstances, the first state of the Union will be the one to host the meeting.

Delaware shook his head in denial. "Yeah right! Like I want to deal with this." His eyes scan the room full of bickering, talking, yelling, whining, and shouting. It was a mess. A huge mess.

"But you must or else..." Penny tried to come up with a good reason, but her mind couldn't come up with an excuse, "...you just have to do this for four hours. Nothing more than that."

"I refuse." Delaware crossed his arms. After doing ten meetings when the capital was unable to lead the meetings (half for sick days and the other due to diplomatic work), Delaware was in no mood to lead another conference.

"Come on, Adam. I promise to treat you after this meeting. We're wasting time, and your leadership is much appreciated," Penny pleaded.

Just as Delaware was about to deny her request, a loud shout startled him. He turned his attention to the back of the room, spotting Alabama trying to keep his chiseled, wooden bear sculpture away from Oregon's beaver who thought it was a good idea to leave Oregon's side for a moment. Oregon noticed what her friend was doing, trying to peacefully convince her friend to let go of the wood while Alabama tried to pry the wood out of the critter's yellow, buck teeth. West Virginia questioned the two if he can kill the beaver with his hunting rifle, receiving Oregon's protective cries not to kill her precious, woodland friend.

Seeing that there was nothing else he could do, with a sigh, Delaware replied in a regretful tone, "Fine. I better be getting a good turkey sub after this hopeless meeting." Adjusting his red bow tie, he mumbled regrets to himself on how he'll feel like shit at the end of this meeting.

Relieved, Penny responded gratefully, "Thank you so much. Everyone will be grateful for your sacrifice." Delaware eyed her shrewd remark. Regardless, Delaware needed to get the room under control. Besides, he didn't want the room to be riddled with bullet holes or have the ceiling catch fire like the meeting ten years ago.

Standing up from his seat, Delaware checked his surroundings again to see what he'll be dealing with for the next four torturous hours of hell. New York and New Jersey were fighting over football, getting into each other's faces over who would win the next game. Florida was about to go after Georgia's throat during a dumb conversation of the better fruit: peaches or oranges. New Mexico was doing his best to prevent a restless Arizona from getting into trouble. And Rhode Island almost went unnoticed until Connecticut blocked his way from getting out of this pointless meeting, preventing his escape of another snooze fest.

'How terrific,' Delaware thought in disgust.

Clearing his throat, Delaware calmly brought attention to the masses. "Okay. The meeting is starting. Hey. Listen." His voice went unnoticed among the other louder voices. "Hey! I'm speaking now. Attention please. Hey!" No one bothered to listen to him. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he gave a groan to the lack of respect for this meeting.

'It's no wonder D.C. didn't show up for shit,' his thoughts grumbled, ready to ditch this hectic conference. 'Everyone here is either stubborn like a donkey or loud as fuck like an elephant. No wonder nothing gets done in this country.'

His hands balled up in a fist, he mustered up as much anger as he could and lifted his left fist in the air. Like a hammer, Delaware nailed his right fist in a hard, thunderous thump onto the glass table, getting a dozen heads to turn to him. An infuriating, fiery voice of an angry grizzly bear straining to be let out, he unlocked the restraints of his lips and sucked in a ball of warm air, letting back out a hot whirlwind of frustration. Delaware boomed,

"HEY!!! I'M SPEAKING HERE!!!"

His echoing words rang from the front to the back of the room in a shocking boom, overwhelming all the other voices to shut themselves back into their throats, staying silent for fear of saying anything to piss off the ultimate monster. About a hundred eyes stared at Delaware who was deeply huffing for oxygen after his single bout. His large, dark brown eyes glared in a single straight line, appearing to look directly into everyone's souls. The senior state's serious nature was menacing and disturbing enough to cause the most annoying misfits to quietly and awkwardly straighten themselves properly. The only noise left was the shuffling of bodies into seats and the one cough by a person who was hoping their restrained cough went unnoticed.

After gaining his breath, Delaware took a moment to re-adjust himself. Never would he thought he had to act like Germany.

"Thank you all for coming at your own inconvenience," Delaware started, "Today as usual for our yearly meeting we will be discussing issues facing our nation today. I am hoping there will be neat and level-headed talks over these problems and coming up with possible solutions on how to deal with the topic."

Delaware gaze across the room to the double-doors at the back, seeing those large panels stand silent, unmoved by a certain person who was suppose to lead this meeting. He had hope D.C. would come at the last minute to save him the trouble of holding this miserable meeting. But the doors didn't give way to any sound and simply stayed closed for the next few hours. The man was left alone to conduct this meeting.

"As you can see, our hostess is currently absent from the meeting, so I'll assume her role and lead the talks for today," Delaware begrudgingly said. "I hope to get something done and see where this nation is going in the near future. Thank you for your cooperation and let us start this meeting." Delaware sat back in his seat, getting his documents ready for any talks that followed.

He spoke again, "Since we have many issues, if one may raise one's hand to speak on an issue they deem as urgent then I ask you may-" Delaware was about to finish his sentence when a hand quickly appeared high in the air. The person who had interrupted him from speaking was none other than California herself.

The #1 GDP state with her golden blonde hair and bright, azure eyes flashed a white, dazzling smile at Delaware. At that moment, Delaware knew he fucked up.

With regret, Delaware let her speak. "Yes, California. Anything you want to talk about?" He tried to keep a straight face.

Golden Girl bringing out a cheerful smile quickly asked, "Oh, yes! Actually, I want to know when we are having a break because you see there is this one thing I need to to do on my vlog and-" Cali jabbered on and on nonstop.

Some of the states groaned hearing the valley girl pointlessly talk about her vlog and her YouTube channel for the first two minutes of the meeting. Delaware tried to stop her, but she kept rambling on, telling Delaware she had the floor and had the right to finish what she had to say. Everybody knew quite well to let California speak as much as she wants as the boorish meeting would be over before they know it. But then-

"Fucking shut up, Cali!" Texas interrupted unable to stand her younger sister's excessive talking. "No one gives a shit about your dumb vlog!" Her fighting words caught Cali's attention, offending the Californian Blonde in more ways than one.

Cali sneered, "Excuse me! I was talking here! I suggest you wait your turn and listen to what I had to say as this is very important."

"Like anyone is going to care about the way you do your nails! This is about politics and government! Not your annoying hair tutorials or shitty cooking DIYs!" Cali gave an exaggerated gasp at the offense.

"Hey! You see her-"

"Please! Can we not having any fighting?" Vermont politely interrupt, but his smaller voice against the two rival forces went with the wind.

"Too late," Rhode Island muttered watching the sisters bitch-talk the crap out of each other's flaws.

"Homeless Whore!"

"Redneck Hoe!"

"Whoa there! You two sisters shouldn't be fighting now." A dark haired lad called Tennessee intervened between Texas and California. Nice white smile and a flirtatious vibe made the country playboy stand out among the other male states.

His intervention somehow worked to stop the sisters from gouging each other's eyes out, but for a different reason. The two sisters, different in every aspect of personality and lifestyle, can at least agree they don't like men with bigger egos than theirs. "No thanks," they both said simultaneously before sitting back down in their seats.

The meeting off to a rocky start, Delaware needed to bring the room back to order and get to the subject at hand. Attempt number two.

"Does anyone else have something important to talk about?" he asked his fellow states again.

At least ten hands were raised among the fifty. Delaware eyeing for a someone who can actually bring up an issue, he chose one and point them out from where they sat. "What is the subject you want to talk about?"

The person Delaware asked was no other than the corn-lover, Iowa. "W-Well...first off, how's everyone doing today? Good?" Iowa clumsily spoke among the fifty states.

About ten of the nicest states replied while the rest gave him silence. Iowa nervously chuckled, "Great. Just great." Within his head, Iowa was having difficulty on trying to confess his issue that was more personal than the conference would permit.

The meeting took place around the end of 2015. In less than a few months, Iowa will be holding his caucus on February 1. The Iowa Caucus was a big deal since he was basically a test subject to see which parties's candidates his voters will choose to represent the political parties in the presidential election. With events going the way they are, he was hesitant on whether to continue being the guinea pig. Not that he has a problem with the attention, rarely being known for anything else besides cornfields. But with the negative protests surrounding the candidates, he was beginning to side with the idea of postponing the election.

"Illinois! Nevada! Get out from under the table this instant!" A voice interrupt Iowa's turn as everyone turned their attention to the sudden commotion.

Far from where Iowa sat, Maryland was scolding the two accused states for playing cards under the table while the meeting was underway. A man with silver hair and silver eyes popped up with another who wore his distinguished, jet black fedora. The two faced one of the Originals, appearing to have no regrets or sense of guilt from the the trouble they caused.

"This is a serious meeting you two! Not a lounge for you to play blackjack!" Maryland glowered at the two misfits.

Nevada casually ignored the older state, not bothering to argue knowing the chances of her nagging will escalate if he did. As for Illinois, he didn't get the hint. The former-mobster tried to play it "cool" with Maryland, making up excuses and complimenting her gray, business pant-suit.

"No need to get so upset, my lady," Illinois teased with a playful smile. "We were only having a short game while the meeting was under way. No need to fuss now." He gave a sly wink, earning a scarlet-faced Maryland who was not into such behavior.

"Cut that out! You think this is the appropriate place to flirt! You think I'm into that sort of thing you sleazebag!" She strictly pecked at his head like a raven, belittling Illinois on his womanizing behavior and everything morally wrong with him.

As everyone became distracted by the situation getting out of hand, Virginia was having her brunch of fairy cakes and tea in her seat. Calmly ignoring the chaos of the meeting, Virginia kept to herself as she had given up on taking these meetings seriously. Meanwhile, Kansas had sneaked her way over to where the eldest state sat in hopes of having one of her beautifully, floral-decorated cupcakes.

"Um...excuse me, Virginia?" Kansas peeked up in a high-pitched voice. "Is it alright to eat in here?" The little red-head shyly asked.

Though meeting rule #12 forbids having food and drinks in the room, no one seemed to mind Virginia's snacking. Probably because everyone respects her too much whether be her seniority or her motherly atmosphere that made telling her off pointless. The eldest state peering down on the younger state, she pursed her lips into assured smile that held a certain sisterly atmosphere the others states cannot match.

"It's alright, Kansas." Virginia gave Kansas one of her velvet-flavored fairy cupcakes. "Don't be afraid to ask for food from me next time. Okay?"

Kansas nodded. "I'm sorry," Kansas apologized, "I didn't have time to eat breakfast since I woke up late. Nebraska rushed me before I could snack on something at the breakfast bar." Kansas bit into her cupcake, bringing a joyful smile onto her rosy face.

"I understand," Virginia agreed, "These meetings are poorly scheduled at brunch during this hour. If we could vote to have this meeting in the late afternoon, then no one would have to rush to skip breakfast. Nor do they have to come to this meeting in such a sleepy, sloppy state. If only we can reschedule," she sighed, taking a sip of her herbal tea while watching the chaos of the conference flourish before her.

As Kansas took in her second bite, a hand landed on Kansas's shoulder, starling the state for a moment to see Nebraska standing behind her. The second state known for corn had a frown that sank Kansas's heart to the floor. Surely, she was in trouble now.

"What are you doing here?" Nebraska quietly hissed. Nebraska's copper eyes finding the half-eaten cupcake in Kansas's hands, she made a face full of disappointment. Little Kansas shielded her delicate, crimson treat, turning to Virginia for comfort. Seeing Kansas relying on Virginia for help, Nebraska gave up her attempts to tell Kansas off, not wanting to cause a scene herself. Nebraska exhaled a heavy breath, "You shouldn't be eating in here." Her eyes softened, trying not to scare Kansas.

"I was hungry," Kansas excused.

"You could've waited until the meeting was over," Nebraska grumbled, her eyes shifting over to Virginia who had not said anything to them yet. "Aren't ya going to stop the fighting over there?" she questioned Virginia.

Taking a sip from her tea cup, Virginia returned her answer, "It's nothing serious. I'm sure they will make it up at the end of the meeting." Her indifferent smile made Nebraska feel uneasy.

"That's not the point," she mumbled, disappointed in Mother Hen who cannot even round up the baby chicks. Even so, with crazy chicks like them going around in circles, Nebraska unwillingly allowed the Virginian to continue her brunch. "Let's head back to our seats before Delaware gets real pissy at us." Nebraska gently took Kansas's hand as they went back to their seats without causing a disturbance by the others.

By the time they returned to their seats, Maryland had already made Illinois's ears deaf on one side.

"Way the go to waste ten minutes of the meeting, Mary Sue." Mississippi whistled happily in her strong, southern accent.

With Illinois off the hook, Maryland then turned her attention to the southerner who had no idea what the statement meant. "First off, a Mary Sue is a character who is perfect despite unrealistic circumstances," she clarified. "Basically a character who is the opposite of you," Maryland smirked, earning a few hoots from the states and an angry southern lady.

"Excuse me?!" Mississippi hollered furiously.

"Learn before spouting out pointless accusations. But then again, I doubt you would learn anything from your schools." A dozen states laughed to another burn as Maryland turned her back to a furious Mississippian, strolling back to her seat.

Mississippi gritting her teeth, hating to be outdone. "Mind your tongue, Mary!" she pouted. "My education system will exceed yours one day! Ya hear me!"

"Speaking of education," New Hampshire interrupted, "we should change the education system. Not to mention we need to put more money into public schools and provide more financial aid to university students in need of college loans."

New York followed suit of the discussion. "I agree. But what do we cut in the budget then?" New York questioned. "The national debt is still a problem at hand, and spending more money will only further deepen our problems. There is no way we can fund our programs without necessary cuts first."

"Are you saying the children shouldn't get a well-deserved education?" New Jersey asked the New Yorker who glared at his neighbor's comment.

"That's not what I'm saying. I'm saying we need to cut funding to other programs, so that money can be spent on our schools instead," York explained.

"Or! We can raise the taxes on the rich people for the extra cash, and then we can use their tax money on the education system. There! Problem solved!" Jersey proclaimed.

York frowned on Jersey's simple solution. "It's not that simple, idiot! Businesses will cut jobs because of high taxes and the unemployment rate will rise. Not to mention the "rich" people you'll tax will vote against such legislation. We need to cooperate with them and work out a tax plan that suits both parties," York suggested.

"Says the guy working for Wall Street," Jersey jeered.

"I swear you're getting on my nerves, JWoww wannabe," York threatened.

"You're just mad because it's the truth."

"Don't you dare!"

"Face it, Yorkie! You love sucking on dollar bills like a blowjob!"

"That's it!"

York jumped from his seat and slid across the table to reach Jersey from across. Jersey attempted to get away, but York caught up to the fiend and drew first blood from a blow to the face. Dismantling his playful mood, Jersey had caught onto the same level as York and started beating him up with his own fists. A few states cheered as others tried to stop the fighting. Others like Delaware look on in dismay, getting more and more discouraged on the fate of this conference.

At the farthest end of the table were two of the most recent members of the Union who sat at a distance away from the brawl. Like their geography, they felt separated from the turmoil far from them. Alaska peacefully watched the ongoing fist-fight as Hawaii sat in her chair impatiently, fidgeting to go play and run outside.

"How much longer?" Hawaii whined.

Looking down on her silver watch, Alaska answered, "About an hour left until the break." Her answer earned Hawaii's groans of disappointment.

"This is no fun!" She puff up her cheeks like a puffer fish. "I came to meet them all this way from my warm house, only to be stuck here indoors doing nothing." The Hawaiian sulked in her large cushioned seat.

"Same here," Alaska couldn't help but agree with the Hawaiian girl, "I thought being forgotten and alone was a curse. But then again, I don't want to deal with their crazy fighting. For once, I'm fortunate to live far away from them. I can't imagine living with their craziness." The Alaskan observed the states trying to pry the two New England neighbors apart.

"I guess you're right," Hawaii nodded her head.

The rough quarrel continuing for another minute, York with a trickle of blood running down the corner of his lip and Jersey with a protruding bruise on his left cheek, there were no signs of stopping when-

BANG!!!

A few screams went off as everyone froze in fear to who had a gun. Silence fell like an anvil onto the noise, bringing in an atmosphere of confusion and panic. 'Whose gun was that?' Everyone thought the same question.

Texas knew it wasn't her since she learned her lesson a few years back. Plus, she couldn't bring her guns in fear of airport security. Everyone's eyes searching for the culprit, their attention landed on a young woman who stood with a pump action shotgun in her hands. Golden brown hair, sharp silver eyes, the lady whose shot was heard around the room was no other than the so-called war pacifist, Montana.

"Are you insane?! Since when did you bring a shotgun?!" Montana's potato-specialized neighbor, Idaho, had his ears covered when Montana fired the blank.

"Since forever," Montana cocked her gun, "We've already wasted an hour arguing, so we need to get back to the meeting." The strong woman stared at the others with a stern expression, unflinching from the scare she gave them. Nevertheless, no one argued over her reckless behavior, and started reestablishing themselves in a calm manner.

Everyone going back to their seats, the meeting was back in order. Delaware who had done nothing to meditate the meeting was about ready to give up for today. But remembering what D.C. had gone through to control the meetings from getting out of hand, he was not ready to quit just yet. If D.C. can handle this every year, then so can he.

From there, the states became focused on discussing the issues the nation was facing. No one behaved inappropriately or caused any problems for the others in that period of time until break.

~

When the first half of the meeting was over, a fifteen minute break had started, giving the states the time to pause their discussions. Every state was doing something to pass the time. Some were chatting like besties on topics that were not related to the meeting. Some were strolling around the building, getting their legs to stretch until they have to go back to the room to sit on their butts for another two hours. And some took this time to go to the restroom in need to unwind their business.

Unluckily for one state, he was in need to go yet the three men's restrooms in this building were either out of order or crowded by a line of the other state's waiting their turn to use the restroom. The young man ate a large breakfast this morning, and his stomach was not settling well. He held in the toxic gas from embarrassing him for the first two hours, occasionally getting a rumble but nothing bad happening so far. But the massive hold-up in his gut and bottom had became a ticking time bomb, ready to blow in the next few minutes. The sandy blonde haired man cannot wait in line to use the restroom. That would be too long. Not to mention cause a scene in the restroom. That would be terrible to his suave reputation.

Knowing a diner with a restroom across the street, he could make a run for it and maybe make it on time to the second half of the conference. But meeting rule #44 states no one was to leave the building, not even during breaks. Even so, he needed to be careful not to get caught. His mind made up, the green-eyed lad snuck away from the line and headed down the hall toward the doors that led him outside.

"Where are you going, Washington?" Washington became startled by the authoritative question.

Caught, Wash was unsure how he was going to explain his excuse for leaving. Turning around to face the person who questioned, Washington met the pale blue eyes of rich-boy Connecticut. Connecticut in a crispy, white suit accented with a rose colored tie, he gave a giggle seeing the younger state steaming with his hand leaning on the door.

Blowing a sigh of relief that it was not anyone serious like Delaware, Washington knew he can surely trust Connecticut. "I just need to leave the building for a minute. Get some fresh air, you know?" Washington stood patiently, ready to push the doors that led to the outside world.

Connecticut with a sly grin spoke, "You know the meeting is about to begin in three minutes, right?"

Washington paled in shock. "No way! Has it really been this long?" He had no idea the fifteen minutes were about to be up this soon. It's impossible he can last another two hours.

There's no way he's going to be this meeting's highlight. Last year's was South Dakota's prank on her twin. At the time, the old, mahogany chairs were used prior to this year's modern, cushioned seats. South Dakota took the time to come to the meeting early, covering North Dakota's seat in wet paint. North Dakota hadn't notice the mess and sat in his seat without a clue. Until Minnesota pointed it out did North discover his twin's prank. The look on his face was indescribable to say the least. Betrayal, hatred, embarrassment, boy she got him good. The reddish-brown paint made him appear he had bloody diarrhea, so pure-hearted Vermont willingly volunteered his clean coat for North Dakota to hide his embarrassment. So pissed off North Dakota didn't even come back to the second half of the conference. It took the twins three months to repair their relationship which even then North would pay her back during a 4th of July. Overall, the prank was overwhelmingly that meeting's highlight.

But now a year later, it was Washington's turn. The northwestern state pondering on whether to wait it out or risk coming back late to face Delaware's constant glare on him, he was unable to decide on which action to take. Clenching his fists tightly, he couldn't dare himself to hold the urge much longer. Hearing a tiny giggle pop in the air, Washington notice Connecticut biting his lips, covering them with his palm the moment thinking Wash wouldn't notice.

Washington questioning the Original Thirteen member, Connecticut gave a snort. "Sorry, man! There's actually ten minutes left," he joked.

Wash gaped, wanting to punch rich-boy's laughing face off to the side of the moon. However, there was a toilet waiting for him. "Very funny." Wash opened the door and ran outside, heading toward the diner.

Down the sidewalk, heading over to the street crossing, Washington sprinted passed Colorado who was hidden behind a row of bushes. Not long after Washington's departure from the building, a tall, blonde cowboy with stone blue eyes left the building. He saw Washington across the street, muttering a gruffly comment to himself. At the corner of his watchful eyes was a puff of smoke. Then the smell of weed came into his blood-hound nose. Turning his attention to where the pollution came from, the state went down the steps of the building and discovered Colorado with a joint in hand.

"You're not allowed to smoke around here, greenie." Wyoming invaded Colorado's privacy.

With a guilty smile, Colorado honestly answered, "True."

His answer did not satisfy justice-bringer Wyoming rather than worsen the former-sheriff's patience. "I'm going to tell D.C. what you're doing is illegal," he warned.

Colorado blew a cloud of silver smoke. "Relax, man. It's not like it's dangerous or anything. In fact, you should try some to relieve the stress you're always holding against me." Colorado held out his joint.

Wyoming scoffed, "Like I let my brain cells rot to your level." He walked away in a stern manner, leaving Colorado to his own business.

"No problem, man." Colorado took in his joint, smoking cannabis for the next few minutes.

A few minutes later, Washington came dashing back to the building. This time he noticed Colorado behind the bushes, taking this time to stop in order to meet him.

"Is that...marijuana?" Washington questioned him.

"Yeah," Colorado causally answered.

"You know it's illegal in the capital, right?"

"So?" he said unfazed. Probably from the cannabis.

There was no way Washington could convince him. He wasn't against the idea of smoking cannabis, allowing people to use the drug for recreational purposes at home, but if it's in a place where having cannabis is against the law then that's when there's a problem. Nevertheless, he knew Colorado won't take him seriously. High or not.

"Never mind. The meeting is about to start in two minutes. You better make sure you get that stuff off you or else everyone is going to fuck you over for that," Wash warned.

"Don't worry. I always never get caught." Colorado gave a wink with a smug brimmed with confidence.

Washington sprinting back inside, he passed a couple of government officials before making his way back to the meeting room where almost everyone had gathered. Taking his seat next to Wyoming, Wash caught a skeptical glance from the cowboy.

"Uh...is there a problem?" Washington asked.

"You smell of weed," Wyoming grunted.

"I didn't take any." Washington tried to defend himself, only to receive more skepticism from Wyoming.

Wyoming rolled his eyes, "So you say."

As soon as everyone gathered back to the room on time, the second half of the conference was under way. During the discussion of various topics, Delaware mentioned gun rights, receiving groans from a majority of the states. Boy, this is going to be a disaster.

"What's the problem with ya and guns? We need to protect ourselves from the bad guys! Guns are the only way we can be safe!" Kentucky drawled out his accent in disgust of this discussion.

"Are you deaf or something? Guns are the reason for the recent shootings, and we need to enforce stricter gun laws or else people are going to be killed from needless violence!" Massachusetts, one of the states with strict gun laws, was already getting ready for a fight.

"Stop accusing gun owners for the violence that has happened across the nation!" South Carolina accused, "Guns are not the only things to kill people you know! Things like knives and bombs kill people too! Like banning guns is going to stop those pressure-cookers from going off!" Gasps went off to South's statement.

Massachusetts couldn't believe she had the audacity to bring the event up. Coldly narrowing his fiery, emerald eyes, Mason growled, "That's going too far, Caroline!"

South Carolina was unflinching from what she said, aware of the offense she made. Standing boldly, the Palmetto State needed her argument to be made and appearing soft will only weaken her stance. "Then don't put the blame entirely on guns! Without guns, how are the people going to protect themselves? Do you expect them to punch the assaulter with their bare hands? That's stupid! Rather than place the blame on guns, how about you place the blame on the people, Masshole!" South Carolina ridiculed.

Massachusetts was about to yell out profanities when another state prevented him from starting a filibuster.

"She's not wrong," It was Maine, Massachusetts younger sister, who defended South Carolina. "The problem with the recent violence is not entirely on the weapon. States like Vermont and I have few gun restrictions yet we haven't had major casualties by gun violence," she pointed out.

South applauded, "Thank you. At least you have a brain unlike your brother." South Carolina smirked seeing the angry look on Massachusetts's face.

"Fuck off!" Massachusetts cursed.

"Language!" Utah burst out of nowhere.

"So Caroline, what's the problem with people then?" Kentucky inquired.

South Carolina scoffed at the redneck's question. "Isn't it obvious? It's the shooter's fault! All the attackers in the most recent shootings are known to have foreign, radical ideas. All we need to do is crack down on those suspected foreign groups, and allow our citizens to wield guns in public in order to defend ourselves from such threats. Most of our problems will be solved, and it will be because of me. Easy as pie!" She raised a prideful fist in the air to such a "wonderful" plan.

"Really? From what I recall, some of these violent attacks were caused by gun-loving idiots and deranged citizens born here. Wouldn't allowing Americans wield guns in public allow a maniac to roam with a gun easier?" Louisiana piped in, allowing a few chatters and nods support her point.

Taken aback by the flaw, South Carolina persisted on her point. "W-Well...I-I still believe my plan will solve all the issues. There may be some flaws but it's better than the current laws we have now!" South Carolina stuttered, however, no one seemed to be as supportive to her plan since hearing Louisiana's point.

"Idiot," North Carolina uttered under her breath, however, her sister heard what she said and wouldn't let her comment slide.

"Like you have anything important to say!" South Carolina complained.

"If I did, I would've dealt the criticism better than you!" North Carolina barked back.

"Why you! You're just jealous that I'm the better Carolina!" she huffed arrogantly.

"Who says you are the better Carolina? And I'm not jealous! As if I want to be a snobbish princess!"

"And what's that suppose to mean?"

While the twin sisters argued, distracting most of the states in their angry conversation, one of the states was quietly making their way to the door in order to escape this supposed boring meeting. Not far behind her, New Mexico was trying to convince her from getting into trouble.

"Arizona. We need to get back to our seats," New Mexico tried to persuade his fellow state from making a big mistake.

"Relax, dude. It's not like anybody is going to notice we've gone missing." Arizona tip-toed to the door, quietly sneaking off like an escaped convict.

"But we'll get in trouble when they notice we're gone."

"Are you in or not?"

"Of course I'm not."

"Don't be such a wuss."

"I'm not a wuss."

"Hey! You two!"

An authoritive, female voice called the two young states into question. Arizona rolled her eyes before glaring at New Mexico who cowered from getting caught. Turning around, the two face the one who caught them, Indiana. Usually laid back, Indiana shook her head, disappointed of their efforts to ditch this conference.

"I can explain. I swear I wasn't leaving." Arizona tried to make an excuse.

"I was trying to stop her. I had nothing to do with her plans, I swear!" New Mexico tried to defend himself.

"Nice try. Until this meeting is over, get back to your seats and listen to whatever is going on." She pointed them back to their seats.

"Thanks a lot," Arizona groaned in disappointment.

"I'm sorry, okay. As much as I hate this meeting, there is no way I'm letting you go out on your own," New Mexico responded in a sincere manner.

By the time the two were back in their seats, the Carolina sisters were still brawling in their sibling rivalry. The states close by to the sisters tried to distract them from fighting with each other, but nothing seemed to work. Delaware, not wanting to bother with another shotgun fire, let the sisters squabble until their fight gets physical. Until then, there was much more to discuss with the time left.

"Okay, let's move on. Any issues besides the ones I made earlier that needed to be mentioned?" Delaware asked the states.

One hand held high in the air, the hand belonged to Oregon. "There is an issue we have yet to touch upon," she exclaimed.

"Can't we just end this already?" Alabama gave a yawn.

"Don't be rude," Delaware scolded. "Continue Oregon."

Oregon gave a grateful nod. "First off, I like to introduce to you my new friend, Cocoa." Oregon lifted up in her hands a medium-size beaver.

"Aren't animals not allowed in meetings?" Idaho pointed to meeting rule #55 that banned animals from meetings. Despite this rule, it was largely ignored as long as the animals weren't causing a ruckus. Florida's alligator and Wyoming's buffalo had pushed the limit, but nevertheless every meeting would have a state bring their pet, mostly to show off their love for the animal. This year was Oregon's turn.

"Cocoa is not just an animal. She's a friend," Oregon brushed off his rude comment. "Anyway, like I was saying. Cocoa was once a victim of an oil spill by a derailed oil train. It took months, but she has fully recovered, and is currently healthy thanks to the wildlife rehabilitation center who have helped cared and brought Cocoa back in tip-top shape."

"And...your point is?" Arkansas questioned confused.

"The point is the environment, despite recent conservation efforts, is still vulnerable to the constant pollution we're always spewing. With the possibility of the Keystone Pipeline being built if the bill were to pass, I call all governments for the sake of Cocoa and the Earth to reject the bill," Oregon the nature-lover declared.

"You do realize that oil is going to provide more jobs and save the country from depending on foreign oil imports," North Dakota, a state that benefited from the oil boom in his home, questioned the environmentalist.

"She is not wrong," Oklahoma sided with Oregon, "The land will be in great danger because of the destruction caused by the construction of the pipe. From what I recall, there are sacred sites in danger from being in the path of the pipeline. Thus, I cannot allow the project to proceed." Most of the states seem to agree with Oklahoma's argument on the exception of the oil-producing states.

"But the economy!" North Dakota protested.

"Come on, brother!" South Dakota made her way into the conversation, "There's no need to set up more pipelines. There's already enough oil as there is," she giggled unconcerned of her brother's serious attitude.

"Like you'll understand!" he snapped at her, "I have been doing well thanks to this oil flowing in my home. It's already bad enough that oil prices are falling. If I don't have this oil, then how am I going to survive?"

"Grow some crops and shit," South Dakota joked to her twin's moans.

"Not funny..."

"Okay. That's enough," Delaware intervened. "With the current president in office, I doubt the bill is going to pass, so you don't have to worry about the environment being in danger for now, Oregon," he reassured the tree lover.

"Thank goodness," she blew a sigh of relief.

"Well, fellow states. Is there anything else we need to discuss?" Delaware asked, but no one raised their hand. Following a few seconds, he asked again. "Anything?"

"Is this useless meeting over yet?" Rhode Island asked in a loud groan.

"This meeting is not useless," Delaware corrected him.

"I miss D.C." Wisconsin muttered to herself.

"Where is she anyway?" Michigan asked the table, but no one had a clue.

"She probably skipped out on the meeting. I can understand why- Ow!" Ohio joked before getting hit by another wrench from Michigan.

"D.C. would never ditch us, you weasel!" Michigan disagreed with a passion.

"No need to use excessive force now." Minnesota tried to calm Michigan from going after Ohio's skin again.

"Does anyone even know where D.C. is?" Utah questioned the entire table. Everyone clamored unsure of the question.

"The last time I saw D.C., she was leaving the White House yesterday morning," Nevada mentioned his last sighting of the capital. Still, no one knew where D.C. was currently at.

"Ugh! Of course she would ditch us!" Georgia shouted unhappily. "Like she waste her time dealing with our childish behavior."

"Childish? Look who's talking," Florida made her snarky comment against her neighbor.

"Never mind me, beach bum! If D.C. isn't here, then what's the point of having this meeting?" She look to Delaware with a glare. "So number one know-it-all, I bet you have something to do with her disappearance," she accused.

Everyone staring at Delaware, he was taken aback by the shift against him. "Like I know! If I knew where she was in the first place then I wouldn't have to deal with overseeing this stupid meeting!" he angrily lashed out.

"Why go through with this meeting then?" Georgia questioned.

"I already told you this. It's to discuss issues and hope to find solutions to our country's problems," Delaware recalled what he said at the beginning of this meeting.

"But what have we been doing this whole time, huh? Complaining! Fighting! And nothing!" Georgia stated in a cynical tone. "We have yet to solve a problem, no matter the many measly meetings we have held here in this very room. So why do we even come together if nothing good comes out of these meetings?" The Georgian asked the room, earning clamors of doubt among her fellow states.

"I agree," Arkansas sided with Georgia, "I know most of y'all hate these meetings, so why stay for something that does nothing and wastes our time?" the Wal-Mart shopper received nods for his point.

In disbelief, Delaware was unsure how to approach this new opposition. Chants on leaving were echoed in the room, and Delaware needed a way to quell down this revolt. His eyes turning to number two for advice, even Pennsylvania was stunned by the negativity.

"People! We can't just say this meeting was worthless!" Delaware tried to reason.

"Worthless my ass! This meeting like the others does no good for anybody!" the "Western part of Virginia" hollered in scorn.

"But..." Delaware was left speechless.

"I'm sorry, Delaware." Missouri spoke up appearing apologetically. "These four hours we've spent together to discuss the problems the country is facing, we have yet to see any positive results from these four hours. As much as I like to discuss these problems, there really is no point if we can't come up with solutions to the country's persisting problems." Her opinion on the matter was both brutal and honest, leaving the entire room to fight regarding the purpose of these yearly meetings.

Sure, the meetings they had were mostly about fighting and complaining. Not much is discussed and barely anything gets done from these meetings. However, everyone, despite hating such meetings, came all this way in their spare time to visit the capital for a reason. One reason.

They cared for America. America who is obviously the best country in the world is not perfect. True, the country has flaws, however, it's because of those flaws that make this meeting exist. And not just that. Its their love for the American idiot that make the states come together despite hating more or less each other's guts. For a greater country, they do this not only for their sake but his as well.

And Delaware knew that. Determined to set this meeting straight, his eyes found their way to Virginia who had been quiet this whole time. She was reading a novel, Of Mice and Men, while the arguments were going on. Her neutral grey eyes peeked up at Delaware who sternly gave her a nod for a favor. The Virginian bringing in a sigh, she closed her book and placed the novel back into her embroidered tote bag. Now that brunch was over, Virginia was ready to put in her words for the conference. Standing up from her seat and everyone took notice of her sudden movement, growing quiet to watch her speak.

"If anyone wishes to leave this meeting, then you are free to leave without any penalties," she declared, her voice poised and firm, unflinching from the hundred eyes that blinked in shock to her words.

No one moved, not even the ones who claim on leaving this meeting early. Even Georgia, the instigator of the doubts, couldn't believe the question to appear so casually. Was it a trick? Is she trying to spook them from leaving? Whispers flutter from mouth to ear, both confused and doubtful on Virginia's claim.

"Wait! You mean we are free to go?" West Virginia was not afraid to ask his older sister.

Virginia turning her eyes to her younger sibling, she gave a curt nod to his question. "From what I've gathered at this meeting, there's no reason to stay any longer." Indeed, she's telling the truth.

"But...what about this country's problems? The solutions?" Utah inquired with concerns.

"It's like Missouri had said. What's the point of having meetings if there are no solutions that follow?" Virginia recited. "Let me ask everyone here who doubts these meetings. Will we be able to find the solutions to our problems? And if so, how? Do we expect these answers to pop out of nowhere? Or, do we let these problems persist, dodging them, letting America take the blunt of all the issues and let him answer alone on the matter?" she asked her fellow states, their silence following her question.

"There may not be definitive answers coming out of these meetings," she stated, "The questions and problems we have are not simple and easy to come up with a solution. But they are not impossible. Even if this meeting doesn't provide the answers we need, do we simply give up? Of course not! Four hours, eight hours, or even twenty years. The solutions will come if we're patient enough to find them in our meetings. For the sake of our fellow friend, we cannot afford to let him down. The nation who is at the top of this world is nothing without us. We, as his supportive states, make sure he does not feel alone in times of conflict and we, as his supportive friends, make sure he does not fall from grace. Whatever happens, we'll be together for America. For Alfred." Virginia paused to let her words sink into everyone's brains before continuing.

"However, I cannot force everyone to see my perspective. I understand the frustration and impatience of these meetings, so I won't hold you accountable for the unsatisfactory progress made by our brief assemblies. If anyone feels these conferences are useless, then they are free to leave this one and skip future ones without being penalized. No one will blame you if you do leave. Now then, who's the first one to leave then?" Virginia viewed the silence of the room in a steady gaze from left to right, seeing each states' expression of the choice they have. To leave or not to leave, that is the question.

Everyone fixed on her ultimatum, they understood she was not kidding. Free to ditch the meeting without fear of being cut off from funds, they'll be able to get away from the shackles of their mandatory seats. No longer will they travel long distances to the capital and pay expensive fees for the trip. No longer will they tolerate the boredom, the frustration, and the chaos for four excruciating hours. And yet, no one had bothered to jump out of their seats and escape from this crowded room.

What happened to all that negativity they harbored for these meetings? What happened to change their minds from leaving? What happened to make them feel responsible for these dumb conferences?

It was like a purpose was dawned onto the states. Patriotic emotions that were usually experienced on the 4th of July. The states who have their differences had come to understand the value of these meetings were not wholly meant to solve issues or find solutions. Well...they are, but that's not the point! The purpose of these meetings is for America. Without the young nation, everyone wouldn't exist. Without the crazy American, they wouldn't be crazy themselves. And what kind of life is that?

Anyhow, the states stand alongside America and will do whatever they can to help the young nation. Even if it means bickering, crying, and screaming for the best and worst ideas, all is for America. Without him, the states wouldn't be together, and America without them wouldn't be able to exist.

A minute had passed and no one left the room. All fifty states united in a single cause, Delaware couldn't believe his eyes. Not only everyone's mature demeanor but American pride emitting from each state made him believe in resolve. The determination for a better country was stronger than ever and Delaware couldn't be prouder than that.

Taking in the determined state of the room, Virginia confidently smiled, pleased by the results. "And so it has been decided. We shall continue these meetings yearly," she announced, "Thank you for your cooperation and hopefully we can continue to strive for the betterment of the nation's future."

Everyone cheered to the statement, giving hoots of laughter to more upcoming meetings for once. Tall and small, old and young, from the first state to last, all was well among the fifty states.

As everyone was celebrating over the final verdict, Virginia had pushed her seat into the table and took her tote bag in hand. Her unusual behavior didn't go unrecognized as Florida was the first to see.

"Where do ya think you're going?" Florida pointed as everyone clamored down to see Virginia calmly stroll down the table, heading toward the doors that led outside the room.

"I'm leaving," Virginia replied unfazed, her hand creaking open one of the doors.

"But what about the things you said about not leaving?" Vermont questioned in confusion.

"Did that speech you spoke even matter to you?" Indiana asked in a mix of rage and utter betrayal.

Virginia stared back at the shocked audience, merely shrugging her shoulders. "I already told you. There's no reason to stay any longer." As her body disappeared behind the door, she mumbled her last words on the meeting, "It's 1:16."

1:16

Once the Virginian left the room, turmoil had once again swept up the room, and everyone in their different speeds made their way towards the double doors for the four-hour meeting since nine was over. Out the room and down the halls where confused government officials watched a wild parade of young adults and teenagers pass in an unorthodox manner. The states smashing through the doors of the building they found their eyes to greet the bright sun and fresh air of the early afternoon.

"Freedom!" Texas cried out, running out to feel the chilly outdoor weather against her face.

"See ya later, bitches!" Cali followed, bursting with golden energy to go out and shop for the rest of the day.

"I race you to the pizza shop!" Indiana dared.

"Loser pays for the entire meal!" Illinois snickered as the two rushed down the block.

"We're going to the museum district. Wanna join us?" Wisconsin asked Hawaii and Alaska if they wanted to join her and Minnesota for the rest of the day on a capital tour.

"Yeah! I wanna see the dinosaurs!" Hawaii giggled.

"I guess," Alaska mumbled, indifferent on the trip. The four traveled down the sidewalk toward the direction of their destination.

"The next time we meet, you owe me a hundred bucks," York reminded Massachusetts with a smug look.

"You mean the next time we meet, you owe me two hundred." Massachusetts grinned, eager to prove in the next football game his team was going to beat his.

"In your dreams, Masshole."

"Bring it on, Yorkie."

Every state spewing out of the building, the last people to leave were Delaware and Pennsylvania who unhurriedly follow the wild pack. The two exiting the building together, Pennsylvania, keeping her promise, looked up on her smartphone places in the capital that sell high-quality turkey subs.

"Make it two," Delaware grumbled. Knowing the shit he had been through, he actually deserves a year supply.

"No problem," Pennsylvania hummed, not minding the extra cost. If Delaware did leave the meeting at any moment, she would've been put in charge to deal with the forty-eight others due to meeting rule #20. So she was grateful Delaware hadn't ditched them or else she would be the one to make him pay for a year supply of Philly Cheesesteaks.

Delaware getting out his phone, he dialed a phone number and placed the piece of technology close to his ear. He hoped to receive an answer, tapping his foot with every busy buzz while waiting. However, his call was sent to voicemail, and he hung up his phone. Bitter, Delaware was close to asking for three.

"The next time I see D.C., I'm going to make sure she doesn't get away with this." Delaware stomped angrily before sitting on a stone bench.

The fact D.C. didn't show up on time was one thing. To not show up late was another. No phone call saying she was in traffic. No messages saying she was having a bad case of diarrhea. Not even a police officer showing up saying she was kidnapped. Nothing. No explanation or text, she wasn't here at the one meeting where everyone had gone all their lengths to meet up for four excruciating hours. Fuck her!

"Speaking of D.C., I wonder where she was the whole time," Pennsylvania speculated on the missing capital's whereabouts.

"Does it matter? She's not here and I'm going to scold her with speeches on why she's still not a state yet," Delaware groaned annoyed.

The two waiting on the paved steps for their Uber to come pick them up, nearby was Washington who also waiting for his ride as well.

"Hey, Wash!" Penn greeted the young state. "I'm surprised you're still here."

Washington shrugged. "I'm just waiting for my Uber," he said. "By the way, I have an important message from Winifred."

The two gaped in shock to hear the news. "D.C.! You mean she came here? Where is she?" Delaware demanded.

Washington shook his head. "She only happened to be in the area, but she explained she wasn't planning on going to the meeting anyway."

"Why? Did she had a good reason not to come?" Delaware inquired, pissed at the thought of D.C. watching him from the shadows. What an evil woman.

"I don't know. She only told me to give you her message. I would've asked, but I didn't want to be late for the meeting," Washington spoke.

"So what was the message?" Pennsylvania asked.

The two awaiting for the message, Washington took a second to remember what the capital had said to him before he went his way. "D.C. mentioned something about Delaware spilling coffee all over her documents. That was her reason on why she left Delaware in charge of the meeting. I wasn't sure what she meant since I though you knew of her message. Am I missing something here?" Washington asked his fellow states.

Delaware tried to recall a time he spilled coffee, remembering an incident where he was running late to last year's meeting. With a large cup of coffee to get his day going, he barely made it on time. As he was heading toward his seat, his foot tripped on Florida's pet alligator, and he stumbled with the hot drink flying out of his hands. Delaware was left unscathed, however, the large cup ended up on the table, spilling a large, brown puddle on top of the capital's documents for the meeting. D.C. didn't explode like a volcano from hell and he apologized for the accident. Even then, he couldn't believe the capital held a grudge against him for such a small incident.

And worse when she uses it as an excuse for a free day off! There were many times D.C. witnessed horrible incidents from the states whether it be the Dakotas using Gorilla Glue on her chair to Michigan tossing a wrench at the capital by accident, giving her a black eye. D.C. still came to the meetings despite the bad mojo she had witnessed. And now because of an accident despite an apology, she was not coming to this meeting? What the hell?!?!?!

"D.C. is so dead the first chance I meet her," Delaware crushed the smart phone in his hand, scaring Washington from mentioning where D.C. was currently at.

"I still wonder where she was though," Pennsylvania still pondered on where the capital was this whole time.

Meanwhile...

"D.C., can I ask you something?" America asked his capital.

"Yes, America," D.C. listened.

"Is there a reason why we're here?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean...the meeting was suppose to be at nine, and you're here instead." According to the time now, it was exactly 1:30.

The country and his capital were sitting in the diner across the building the meeting was held at. America eating a hamburger with fries, D.C. held her second cup of coffee in hand, staring out the glass window to contemplate on what her country had said.

"Yep." She sipped her coffee, earning a curious look from America.

"So..." The young man was not sure how to respond to such an answer.

"Just this once," she merely said.

"What if there's something important that happened in the meeting?"

D.C. took another sip of coffee before responding calmly, "Remember when Wash came into the diner a while ago?"

The nation nodded. "Yeah. I find it strange he would come all this way to use the restroom. What about it?"

"If anything going on at the meeting was important, Wash would've informed us or even told the others where we were." The two still sitting in the diner undisturbed by a flood of states, Washington didn't rat them out to the others in the end.

Earning a good laugh, America applauded his capital's intelligence on the matter. "Good point," America chuckled amused.

"Just for today, just for this year, let Delaware handle this meeting for once." D.C. lifted her cup of coffee in the air.

America lifting up his glass of cola, and declared, "To a better country."

"To a better country," she repeated. They clinked their cups and drank their beverage in celebration to a successful future.

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Thank you for reading this long prologue (at least 10,000 words!). The reason for the length is because I was trying to introduce more than fifty characters to show more or less the chaos of this introduction and wanting each state to be mentioned until their appearance in the later chapters. In future chapters, each chapter will mainly focus on the state in the following order of their statehood. State chapters will be shorter than the prologue, but will provide much more detail and focus on one or a few characters.

I'm not good on writing dialect and colloquialism with the states (plus I do not know much on each state's accent and how to write them into the story), so I apologize if the state introduced was not too stereotypical. And I would also like to apologize if any of the states were offensive. I know I'm being contradictory, but the truth is stereotypes are offensive, however, I can see the humor that comes with stereotypes. In conclusion, this prologue is an example of my average writing style, so expect this kind of writing in future chapters.

This is my first fanfiction, so I hope to complete this fanfiction by the end of the series. Thank you for not only reading the prologue but also the end notes as well, and I hope anyone liking the story so far continues to read this fanfiction.

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