Alabama pulls on his black hoodie and throws a rope out of his window. He climbs down without even thinking how too. By this time, the process of climbing down a rope has became something as natural to him as washing his hands. He sneaks off and takes a familiar path through the woods.

Golden leaves scatter over the forest floor. Tall, mid-night dark trees, hover around him. The haunted feeling of the forest no longer bothered Alabama anymore.

He walks deeper into the woods and occasionally peaks at the night sky above him. He admires the shinning stars and the glow of the moon.

A faint glow from a huge, battered circus tent catches his crystal blue eyes. The crunches of the leaves underneath him cheer him onward. His heart thumps loudly in his chest. This was a feeling he hasn't gotten used to yet..... the feeling of doing something illegal.

He pushes the tarp away from the opening of the tent and steps inside. Ancient Rus' greats him like usual. "You know the drill." He tells the other and pats Alabama's back. He leads him into the middle of the tent. Many countries were yelling in excitement already.

Alabama takes off his hoodie to reveal a wrestler outfit. Similar to all the ones that the wrestlers wear on the shows America always watches and loses money on. Alabama admires the completely red wrestling outfit. It matches the red on his x across his face. His favorite part about the outfit was the light blue A over his heart.

Ancient Rus' takes Alabama's hoodie and exits the fighting ring. The tent becomes darker which signals Alabama to stand on his side of the arena. He watches as the crowd disappears into the darkness of the stands. A light floods his vision above his head, making the black fence surrounding him gleam.

His eyes land on the other side of the arena. His heart rate picks up again as a large cage pushes through a large opening in the fence that protects the spectators.

Two countries quickly open the cage and poke the creature inside it with a stick. With an angry growl, a bear runs into the ring of light. It loudly huffs when seeing Alabama and raises on its hind legs.

"Ready! And start!" He hears Ancient Rus' yell.

Seeing this as an opportunity, he charges into the bear which earns him a loud cheer from the crowd.

The bear tries to pin him down. The dust from the arena flies into the air from the struggle. The crowd could still see the two fighting though because of the spotlight above them. The bear sinks his claws into Alabama's side which causes him to shriek.

In a quick swinging motion, Alabama punches the bear's nose. The moans of agony from the bear reaches the sound of the thunderous cheers from the stands.

Alabama steps back and holds onto his wound. Red blood gushes out from the deep scratches. Drops of blood mix with the peach dirt below. He huffs and stares at the bear. "I will have to end this sooner than I thought." He thinks to himself.

The bear has all four paws on the ground now. Its nose was throbbing and the noise from the roaring crowd only confused the poor thing.

Alabama gathers himself and runs directly at the bear. The bear grumbles in fear and turns to run away. Alabama was already leaping into the air by now and lands on the animal's back. He anchors himself into its brown fur.

The bear runs at full speed to shake the crazy state off of him. The crowd hollers and whoops at the scene. It was indeed a sight. A state riding a bear.

Alabama pulls himself closer to the bear's neck and wraps his arms around it, straggling the life out of the animal.

The bear lets out a few low moans before collapsing to the ground. Its breathing slows.

Ancient Rus' enters the ring and pulls Alabama up with one hand. "And we have our winner, country-men and city-folk!"

Alabama grins widely and closes his eyes as the crowd cheers his name over and over again. A huge wad of cash was placed into his hand by a smiling Ancient Rus'. "See you next week." He simply says and leaves the state's side.

Alabama exits the arena and joins a side tent. A group of countries were talking in a strange language that he did not understand. One country looks up at him and frowns. They motion for everyone to leave the tent. In a few minutes, Alabama was completely alone. He finds his hoodie in the back of the tent and changes into some shorts that he always keeps here. He sighs as he realizes he would have to stitch his wounds up when he gets home.

He leaves the illegal bear wrestling campsite and walks home. He use to walk home with his Southern siblings after a bear wrestling match, but now he walks alone. His Southern siblings feared what America would do to them if he caught them doing something like that again.

He chuckles as he remembers the flower crowns Oklahoma would make him and his siblings on the way back to the house.

He stops right before the rope in front of his window. He grimaces at the pain he could already see coming. He climbs up and clenches his teeth at the pain coming from his wound. He falls into his room with a loud thud and lightly groans.

His eyes widen when he realizes he's not alone. He sits up quickly and ignores the pain from his side.

West Virginia studies her nails. "I was wondering when you were coming home." She was a very beautiful state in almost everyone's eyes, but Alabama could now only see the ugliness inside of her.

"Why would it matter to you?" He hisses at her. His once lover. His one state in the whole world that he could call his. Not anymore though. Never again would he let the beautiful state deceive him again.

"Because you matter to me." She hops off her bed and circles around him.

He hates how she reminds him of a shark circling its lunch. "Not enough apparently." He mutters and picks himself up. The brown wooden floor now had a few drops of blood dotting it's surface.

"It's your own fault for not joining us in an open relationship." She shrugs with a careless smile.

Alabama shakes his head, remembering that day clearly. "Why are you here?"

"Why are you bear wrestling again?" She shoots back.

He wants to tell her that she was the reason, but he did not have enough energy for a fight. "Cause I can." He pushes her towards the door. "Now leave, witch." He opens the door with one hand and pushes her out of his room. She turns to look at him with an angry pout. He only rolls his eyes and closes the door.

Mississippi fidgets in the shadows of the conjoined bathroom he and Alabama shared. He steps out to reveal himself. "Al?" He asks hesitantly with worried eyes.

Alabama turns to meet Mississippi's eyes. Both of them wore deep frowns.

"Why?" He asks in the most quiet voice he had ever talked with.

"It's the only good thing I have left." Alabama shrugs with a dead look in his eyes.

Mississippi's heart drops at the answer. He walks up to Alabama and looks him straight in the eye. "That's so not true." He wraps his arms around his twin. "You have me." He rests his head on the other's shoulder. He could feel Alabama relax in his arms.

Mississippi thinks he smells something a bit off about the other. He hones onto the smell. The cold copper smell makes his eyes widen. "Did you get hurt?"

Alabama pauses, but decides not to lie. Instead of answering, he takes his hoodie off to show the other his wound. He looks down at it as well.

The dried blood on his pearl white skin made it look worse then it actually was.

Mississippi frowns and softly sighs. He leads the other to the bathroom. "Sit on the edge of the tub." He commands the other and pulls the first aid kit from a cabinet.

Alabama sits down and winces as Mississippi cleans his wounds. Mississippi then masterfully takes a needle and thread and begins to stitch his twin up. Mississippi had a lot of experience from the Civil War and from just his siblings getting hurt all the time.

"Thank you." Alabama gives Mississippi a tired smile.

Mississippi lifts himself up from his kneeling position in front of Alabama. "Don't do this again." He gives Alabama a firm frown and leaves to sleep in his room.

Alabama sighs and carefully walks to his bed and lays down. Exhausted quickly puts him to sleep from the long day he had.

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So Ancient Rus' is basically the father of the Russian Empire. You should look the Middle Ages of Russia up! It is an interesting time period and should not be ignored by the fandom. People actually wrestled bears then. They had armor and somethings weapons so..... 0-0

It is actually a Class- B Felony to wrestle bears in Alabama. In other southern states, it's illegal as well. I'm pretty sure they only wrestled bears with bears though. But I didn't check those facts, so yeah... : )

Thanks for reading my one-shot and my baby history lesson!

Bye, bye, lovely readers!

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