I just wanted to say that appearances will be different. Amelia will be a smoll bean (5'1 to be exact). Also, some of the states will be different in this story. Like, the ages are different and some genders are being changed.

On with the story~

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Amelia was comfortably seated on the plane to Austria in her first-class window seat. She was catching up on her German as she was waiting for her meal and drink to be served. She gazed out the window at the beautiful sunset, the plane had just reached its optimum altitude. Amelia smiled at the vibrant colors that painted the sky when her attention was suddenly turned to her other side. One of the many flight attendants brought over a bottle of champagne, filling Amelia's flute halfway.

"Today we are serving G.H. Mumm Brut Grand Cardon along with your slow braised lamb osso buco. On the side are a creamy cheese risotto and grilled sweet peppers. Would you like anything else today, ma'am?"

"Just some ice water, please," Amelia asked politely, smiling softly. The young attendant nodded and went to get the pitcher of water. Amelia but aside her German book and began to eat her food, the attendant coming back and pouring the water into the second glass, "thank you," the woman nodded and walked off. Amelia made no fuss about anything, making sure to be as polite as possible. After she was done with her meal and drinks, she cleaned the place setting up a little. The flight attendant was happy and offered her a quiet thanks before taking away her food and giving her a complimentary fresh sleep mask, pillow, and blanket. The lights in the first-class cabin dimmed and Amelia set her seat back a tiny bit.

Amelia was surprised at how polite the flight attendant was considering the other flight attendants refused to pay attention to her. But all things considered, she wasn't really dressed like she belonged with all the other high maintenance passengers in first class. In fact, when she thought about it, she was wearing the same outfit she wore that day. She began to remember exactly how she got there.

"MAINE, VERMONT, WHERE IS ALL THE MAPLE SYRUP?!" Amelia screamed as she went on her tiptoes to try to reach the top shelf. Texas walked behind his mother and looked for her.

"Ma, there isn't any syrup there. Best stop stretching before ya hurt yaself," he rubbed her head and smiled. Amelia groaned and walked into the dining hall where all her kids were happily eating together.

"Who had the last of the maple syrup and didn't put it on the list?!" Vermont hid the empty bottle behind his back, "Kasey Vermont Jones!" Maryland chuckled into her closed fists.

"Uh-oh, mom used your human name. You's in trouble,"

"Katie Maryland Jones, you best not be antagonizing your brother," Vermont stuck his tongue out at his older sister, chuckling.

"Yo ma, I can pick up some after my shift at the fire station," New York offered as he picked up his plate. Amelia shook her head and kissed his temple, taking his plate from him.

"No worries, honey. You just work your adorable tushie off today. I needed to go out anyway, I ran out of flour and sugar while making breakfast," Amelia explained, New York smiling at his mom. He grabbed his duffle bag and opened the door.

"See ya guys when I get home!"

"Be safe, Yorkie!" New Jersey and Amelia yelled.

"Be careful, Gabe," DC signed.

"Save some butts, big brother!" Hawaii cheered, making New York laugh as he walked out.

"I outta get goin' too. Them fields ain't tending themselves," Texas hugged his mom and she kissed his chin. He began to run out, waving to his family.

"Ok sweetheart," Amelia began to gather plates.

"Let me help, mother," Alaska demanded. He began to pick up plates with his little sister, Hawaii, and elder brother, Connecticut.

"Thanks, kids! Everyone else, go get ready for the day!" All of Amelia's kids began to run up the stairs of the West wing, except for California, "California, what are you doing?"

"Madam Mim magic!" she rolled up her pajama sleeves and her hands began to glow.

"CALI NO!" Alaska, Hawaii, Connecticut, and Amelia yelled in unison just as the room was engulfed in smoke. The personifications began to cough as Amelia's hand began to glow, gathering the smoke together in her palm and clapping her hands together.

"Oops," California whispered, "sorry,"

"It's fine honey, why don't you practice your magic control with your sisters today?" California nodded and went upstairs. Alaska, Hawaii, and Connecticut helped Amelia clean up before heading to their rooms to get dressed. Amelia washed the dishes and quickly got changed, checking on all the kids before taking a survey of what they needed.

milk (10 gallons)
flour (10 packs)
sugar (16 boxes)
maple syrup (2)
OJ (6)
coffee (20)
paper towels (30)
paper plates (15 packs)

After her list was complete, she left for the store. She hopped into her 2020 Jaguar I-PACE and began to drive off. When she pulled up to the local market, she noticed the pickup truck she parked next to. It was a 2020 Ford F-150 with a bright red paint job and maple leaf decal covering the back window. She smiled as she noticed the Canadian license plate on the car, chuckling to herself and grabbing a shopping cart. 

She went isle to isle, grabbing her most needed items first. Her cart was filled by the time she had gotten to the dressings isle, where the maple syrup usually resided. She noticed there was only two bottles left of her preferred brand on the shelf, so she quickly approached them. She went to grab both when another hand touched hers.

"Jesus Murphy, I'm sorry, you can ha-" she looked and saw a man who was virtually identical to herself. He was wearing a hockey jersey and had his golden locks in a man bun. He seemed to notice Amelia's likeness to himself as well, pausing midsentence. She stood straight up, noticing the incredible height difference. If she was using her kids to judge his height, he was about 5'8. Her tiny 5'1 butt was so small in comparison.

"No, no. It's fine," Amelia countered with a wave of her hand. The man looked to Amelia's cart and quirked his brow.

"That is quite a loaded cart, you hosting a party?" Amelia looked down to see the man had one of the market's tiny hand baskets.

"Well, got a lot of kids to feed. I foster kids who, well, let's just say weren't raised in the best of circumstances. I've been taking care of sixty children, give or take a few who runoff to do their own thing every now and again,"

"Sixty?! Your house must be crazy, eh!"

"You don't know the half of it," Amelia rubbed her neck and chuckled, remembering Cali's magical blunder that morning, "oh, I'm sorry! I never introduced myself! I'm Amelia Jones," she stuck out her hand with a bright smile. The man smiled back and gently grabbed her hand.

"Matthew Williams," they shook hands. Amelia halted for a moment, knowing she had read that name recently. But, she continued to smile at the man.

"You don't sound very local," she jested as their hands parted.

"I'm Canadian, but I come to the northern bits of New York when I run low of my favorite syrup," he pointed to the two bottles, "I normally farm my own at my personal sugarwood, but the trees have dried up for the year. I began tapping my trees after Christmas and they were all out by February. I'm afraid it was a little too cold for my trees this year,"

"Well, Mr. Williams, you can have the syrup. After all, if you travel to America just for maple syrup, it must be pretty important," she gestured to the shelf. Matthew was about to speak again, but she once again waved, "I can always buy some when I go out tomorrow, my kids don't need maple syrup that badly," the Canadian smiled at her and took one of the bottles.

"You can take the other one, I still have an ample supply of my own syrup. I wouldn't want to hog, eh," Amelia smiled and took the other bottle. The two began to head to the self-checkout and rung up their items. Matthew was amazed at Amelia's receipt, over 200 dollars worth of items! He smiled softly at her, "do you shop like this every week?"

"Well, I kinda have to," Amelia replied as she put the paper bags back in her cart. The two walked out and Matthew unlocked his truck, which was the truck Amelia had been admiring earlier. He put his single bag in his passenger seat and proceeded to help Amelia with her own bags. Amelia and Matthew conversed for a small while until Amelia realized the time, "I have to get back home. My older kids can only be patient for so long. Here's my number, give me a call if you're ever in the neighborhood again. I'd be happy to treat ya to a meal!" Matthew smiled and nodded, giving her a slip of paper back to her.

"Same to you, if your in any part of Canada, just give me a call. I've got connections all over the place, eh," the two parted ways and Amelia decided to head home. On the drive back, Amelia began to ponder.

I know I have heard of Matthew Williams before...Who is he?

Amelia arrived home and the states helped her put away the bags of produce. She then went to her study and pulled out an old book from her government archives, blowing on the cover.

'Internation Archives 1939-1949 Vol. IV' she flipped to a certain chapter where a photo had been taken at Normandy Beach. There he was again, in the photo. She read the small insert at the bottom, 'Private Matthew Williams, of Allied Canadian forces, covers bodies of fallen comrades in the aftermath of Normandy Invasion,'

Amelia's eyes widened as she flipped to another photo, seeing him again, this time he was with two other men, 'Private Matthew Williams, of Allied Canadian forces, reunites with his brothers. Arthur Kirkland (left) of the Allied British forces and Francis Bonnefoy (right) of Allied French forces' Amelia closed the book and went to snag another archive off her shelf, randomly picking 'Internation Archives 1809-1819 Vol. I' and flipped to the final photo. The one that confirmed her suspicions. The insert sent chills down her spine.

'Canadian forces, under British rule, burn DC. Matthew Williams (front left) is shown having reservations on burning the capital building while his British commander, Arthur Kirkland (back right) is shown watching'

"OH MY GOD!!!" Amelia dropped the book and her hands began to shake. She fell to her knees and held her mouth to stop herself from yelling anymore. However, her first shout prompted a few of her kids to run in. Rhode Island and Florida knelt beside her and hugged her.

"Mom! What's wrong?!" Rhode Island shouted.

"¡Mamá, dinos qué pasa!"  Florida screamed. Nevada came in next.
(Mama, tell us what is wrong)

"qué está pasando," Nevada asked. Florida began to speak very rapid Spanish to her sister, causing more states to flood in. Finally, DC came in. She banged on the wall, effectively getting everyone's attention.
(what is going on?)

"Everyone, out!" she signed as she pointed to the door. Listening to their older sister, the states all left. The scarred child looked down and saw the book that her mother had dropped. She touched her scarred neck as she remembered the scorching pain that day caused her. Sitting next to her mother, DC began to hum. Amelia finally snapped out of it when she felt DC sway their bodies.

"I'm ok, DC," Amelia signed as she took a deep breath.

"Are you sure?" DC signed back, Amelia nodding. DC then got up and left the study, letting Amelia have some space. She stood up and brushed the page, looking right at Matthew's face in the photo.

Matthew Williams isn't just Canadian, he's Canada. I finally met my brother! I finally met someone just like me! I met another nation!!!

Amelia squealed and jumped around, happy as Hell she finally met another personification. As if the world knew she was celebrating, she received her first text from Matthew.

'hey, it's Matthew Williams from the market. I figured we could also talk, ya know?' Amelia smiled and instantly replied.

'sure thing!'

From that day on, Amelia and Matthew chatted every day. They would go shopping on occasion, go to the movies once a month, and even go out to eat. Amelia slept over Matthew's house a few times, getting to know him a lot more. She learned who Matthew was, not Canada. That's how she liked it.

She learned his favorite color was red, his favorite food was pancakes, his favorite sport was hockey, and he had a crush on a guy named Gilbert.

He learned Amelia's favorite flower was a white rose, her favorite ice cream flavor was plain vanilla bean, she was pansexual, and that she loved history. 

The two grew to be closer than siblings, which they technically were, but Mattie didn't need to know that yet.

It was during one of Amelia's nightly stays that Matthew received the invitation. He smiled at the postman and held the fancy envelope in his hands, going back to sitting next to Amelia.

"Mel, I finally got my invitation, eh," Matthew opened it and saw two silver tickets.

"Invitations for what, Mattie?" Amelia paused the serial killer documentary they were watching. Matthew handed her one of the tickets with a bright smile.

"For my co-worker's annual gala. I called him aboot a few weeks ago and asked if I could bring a plus one. He rarely lets people do that and said he would think about it, but I guess he approved in the end, eh!"

"That's awesome! Where is this gala?"

"At his mansion in Austria. It's a private estate in the alps that overlook Hallstatt, making it virtually impossible to see. But the views are to die for and his servants are usually very kind to guests,"

"Austria, like Europe?!" Amelia asked excitedly. Matthew chuckled and nodded, looking at the envelope again, "I need to arrange a sitter!" Amelia shot up and began to call a few of the states. When she was finished with her calls, Matthew handed her a piece of paper.

Flashforward to when she was leaving, she kissed all her states' heads and waved goodbye.

"I'll see you all in a week! Mommy loves you!!!"

That's when Amelia felt her eyes open and the kind flight attendant was above her.

"Ma'am, we are about to land at Vienna International Airport. Can you please put your seat in the upright position?" Amelia nodded and did as told, making the attendant smile. She then went to the man in the seat in front of her, who seemed to get angry. The man growled and pointed his finger at the lady, but Amelia wasn't having it.

"Listen here buddy, you best be polite to that flight attendant," Amelia was looking at her book. She didn't need to know he was staring at her.

"Who are you, talking to me like that? Do you know who I am?!"

"No, I don't. Nor do I care. But, to humor your question. I am a government agent that has served in all of America's highest-ranking offices, including the secret service and Marine Corps. So I know one thing is for sure, I can haul your entitled ass harder than any athlete on the planet. You wouldn't care for that, would you sir?" Amelia glared at the man, making him shiver and shake his head, "then best humble yourself before you meet someone with absolutely no patience for entitled assholes. Now, stick your seat up and stop your absurd harping. The attendant is doing her job and trying to keep you safe," Amelia flicked her index finger up, making the man gulp and nod, sitting his chair up. 

Amelia was looking at her book the entire time, but she knew damn well everyone in first class was staring at her. She only looked up to smile sweetly at the kind flight attendant, giving her a polite nod. The flight attendant nodded back and Amelia went back to reading. Once the flight landed, Amelia tried to grab her single, red bag from the carry-on compartment. However, her short ass made it difficult.

(A/N: this is her bag - https://www.pinterest.com/pin/722757440189881989/ )

The kind flight attendant came to her aid, once again, helping her out. Amelia smiled at her and took note of her name tag. She smiled and reached into her purse, pulling out a hundred and giving it to her.

"I can't accept-"

"You were the only one of this flight who was always kind to me. Most of your co-workers shoved me aside for passengers dressed the part of someone from a wealthy society. You treated me as if I was an equal, not someone lesser. You also helped me get my luggage down, which you aren't required to do. You deserve the tip, Grace," Grace smiled and nodded, taking the tip from Amelia. Grace waved to Amelia, and Amelia returned the gesture. Once she was in the terminal, she took out the piece of paper Matthew had given her. She opened it up and read it.

"To Mr. Williams' plus one,

I will have a driver pick you up by customs. His name is Tobias and he is an elder gentleman. He will be wearing a black suit, violet tie, and gold-rimmed sunglasses. He will also be holding a sign with your name on it. He will take you to my estate straight from the airport. He doesn't accept tips, so don't even try. I look forward to meeting you.

Roderich Edelstein"

Amelia smiled as she made her way to customs. She put her bag on the conveyor belt and took out her custom Desert Eagle. She then took out her badge, showing the Austrian TSA workers she meant no threat. Of course, she was questioned anyway. But after a proper showing of identification, she was on her merry way. As she arrived at the pickup area, she saw the entitled man from the plane arguing with a man in a black suit. She also took note that he was wearing a violet tie and gold-rimmed sunglasses. As she walked closer, she could hear the man arguing.

"I can assure you, I am the one you are picking up! I'm Dion Jones!"

"Sir, the card reads Ms. Jones. You do not look like a young woman to me," the elder man argued politely back. Amelia coughed into her hand, getting both of the men's attention.

"Still haven't learned to respect those below you? I'm ashamed to share a surname with you," Amelia then smiled to the driver, "I trust you are the driver Mr. Edelstein sent, Tobias?"

"Yes, that is me. You definitely look like a Ms to me," he smiled warmly at her and guided her away, "come, your limousine awaits," Amelia looked back to see the entitled man gaping in shock. When they got outside, Amelia smiled at the shiny ivory Rolls Royce Phantom.

"Your Phantom looks to be in perfect condition, considering it must travel through very tough terrain," Tobias shrugged and headed to the limo. Many people watched in awe as this commoner got into such a luxurious car. The three-hour drive was filled with laughter and jokes. Amelia watched as the metropolis area began to gently fade into rich valleys and beautiful meadows. When she arrived at the house, Tobias escorted her up the cobblestone pathway.

This is it...I finally get to meet the others...

She took a deep, calming breath as Tobias opened the door.