These are writing bits that didn't make the cut for Province Stories. Please enjoy.

ALT INTRO FOR 1920s AND HAIR

(Chicago 1920s)

"Illinois! Why are you running?" Nevada huffed through the streets. People, normal people, were walking through the city in the latest fashion. Nevada was running in a short dress, hat and boa up to Illinois who wore a suit.

"We're in downtown Chicago, there's a severe chance a shootout could happen anytime, especially with this mafia." Illinois grunted, dragging his sister behind him. Illinois was immediately met with gunshots ringing in his ears. "See!"

Nevada rolled her eyes. "What a great state are you. Not being able to control your own city."

"Oh please Vegas is literally made of gambling and booze."

"AHEM! We have other stuff to y'know!"

Illinois rolled his eyes as he dragged his sister towards a small hatch in the ground. He glanced around before slowly lifting it up. "Now, I have something to show you."

ALT CHAPTER FOR SIBLINGS, PARENTS AND WHATS INBETWEEN

///(1860s, Rupert's land)///

Northwest Territories stood by the wall, analyzing the scene of Rupert's kitchen. Rupert was arguing with the NWC over trading and First Nations. Northwest watched impatiently as the two yelled and flipped tables, it was like watching an American and Englishman argue on borders.

Northwest slipped past the two and to a closet. He put on a coat, scarf and gloves. He had run out of wood again, and he knew for a fact Rupert wasn't going to cut some up for him. He tiptoed out of the door and grabbed a hatchet, slinging it on his back.

"Rupert has shown me the route before... I've gone the route alone before. I'll be just fine." Northwest reassured himself as he neared the forest. This time was different though, he never went through the forest at night.

But he persisted, he wasn't going back to the angry scene in the kitchen.

He grabbed a small lantern and let it guide him through the dark night. He walked slowly, looking which way as he pasted trees and bushes. He walked through the cold air for what felt like hours, effectively bruising his feet. He found a tree, one with thick branches. North went to swing his axe-

CRACK!

Northwest turned around and aimed his axe at the sound. Northwest looked down at the frozen ground, a snapped stick and an array of footprints. "Who's there! Show yourself!"

He tumbled to the ground as he was tackled. His hatchet flew out of his hand and was sprayed down somewhere near him. His head was put down in the grass when he tried to get up.

"Manitoba, you can get off him now." Said a rougher, woman.

The weight on Northwest's shoulders was lifted and he swerved to face his attackers. The boy who had tackled him, Manitoba, was red with golden eyes and long, wavy dark red hair. The girl behind him was light green with dark green braids. Her flag was unique, having a shamrock and harp on either side with a French flower in the middle. She also had a hatchet in front of his face.

"Who are you!"

The girl rolled her eyes, "I have the weapon, I ask the questions. Now what's your name?"

"N-northwest Territories."

This intrigued the girl. "Rupert's little brother? What are you doing in our woods."

"I just came for some wood, I didn't come to hurt anyone."

Manitoba scoffed, "Said every Loyalist ever!"

"Mani, he's just a teenager."

"And I'm just a kid, but I'm still with the rebellion!"

"Rebellion? Who are you guys?" Northwest said not so in his head. The girl got up and tightened her grip on the hatchet.

"I'm the provisional government of Saskatchewan, this is my little brother Manitoba."

ALT INTRO FOR PROVINCE HOOD

(Early 1860s, Kanas-Tennessee border USA)

"Well this is just great, HEY MISSISSIPPI YOU LOOK LIKE CRAP, OH NEVER MIND YOU'RE JUST A SLAVE OWNER!"

"SHUT THE HELL UP ILLINOIS!"

"THATS WHAF I WAS GONNA TELL YOU CRYBABY!"

"NO ONE ASKED YOU KANAS!"

"I COULD SAY THE SAME LOUISIANA!"

The states bickered and screamed insults at eachother. The union states were baiting CSA as the confederates we're getting up the courage to shoot their own brothers and sisters. The union didn't want to fight, they just wanted the confederate's head.

Their brothers and sisters on the other side... not so much. They were following direct orders from the CSA himself, and he didn't take to kindly to his opponents.

SCRAP CHAPTER IDEA

"Are you kidding me!" Quebec grumbled as he pushed open the door for the house. He was met a with a wooden deck with a crew full of people mopping and running around. "This isn't a house! It's a fucking boat!"

"You sure about that Sherlock?" Ontario walked up the docks. He looked around a bit at the sails, nets and boxes, "Looks like a trade ship too. Hello good sir, what year is it?"

"Don't know, don't care. Grab a mop, fresh meat." The man said, chucking a mop in his face, Quebec chuckled at his suffering. "HEY! You get a broom. There will be no freeloaders on Lady Brunswick's ship."

Quebec and Ontario shared a look, "New Brunswick? May we speak with her?" Ontario asked.

The man rolled his eyes, "Captain doesn't got time for chattin' with fish fat, a busy lady she is. Now get to work!" The man promptly disappeared into the air.

"Looks like our timer has already started running." Quebec sprinted from his spot right out of the crew cabin towards the very hull of the boat, "Hurry up Rio, the captain's quarters has to be here somewhere."

They flew through the wooden halls of doors and paintings to the end of the hall. A wooden door and circle window held them from their way into the captain's quarters. "It's locked, Quebec give me your hairpin I can-"

CRASH! Quebec had jammed his broom into the window, "Does this work?"

"WHO THE HELL JUST BROKE MY DAMN ASS WINDOW!" A woman screamed from the room.

"This is why we don't use brute force on things." Ontario held his hand to his head, "SORRY BRUNSY!"

The door slammed open, revealing a short lady with red hair and a red coat. Black hat and boots stomping on the hard wooden boards. "That's Captain Brunswick to you- what did you just call me? Fucking fresh meat being disrespectful in the middle of the damn ocean."

"Sorry Captain, it's just-" Quebec started but Brunswick held up a hand.

"Straight to the point fish bait. Her Majesty England will kill me if I don't get this shipment on time. Captain Nova Scotia and his crew have been a shipload of annoyance. Just yesterday he took half my damn liquor!"

"Captain Nova Scotia?" Quebec squinted his blue eyes. New Brunswick rolled hers.

"Yeah, the great pirate of the Atlantic. Enemy of the Queen, her royal consort and Europe at large? God you all are dumb." The Captain moved away from her quarters and broken window, grabbing the two boys' ears. "Now for that window incident, you minnows are working double time. I expect this deck to be more sparkly than a jeweller's shop."

She shoved the two onto the deck and began to make her way up to the wheel of the ship, ready to take over. The two boys wiped themselves up and got to work scrubbing and sweeping, "So what's next?"

"Simple," Ontario smiled, "We wait for Nova Scotia to rob the boat and trigger some sorta memory triggering event like me remembering your a pain and none of our brothers sound like a 1950s housewife."

Quebec swept up a dead rat into his pile, "And what would that be? They seem to know each other so that's not going to help."

"Maybe you should speak your fancy oui oui language. Brunsy is bilingual, she might remember that."

"Did you just call French the fancy oui oui language?" Ontario shrugged and Quebec twitched his eye. "This is why no one likes you."

"I mean you like me enough to be friends with me." He smiled leaning on his mop.

"We are not friends you English twat! I just have-"

"No one either than New Brunswick to hang out with. You say it so much it's ingrained in my memory. Be honest, you like being friends with me and just have built up rage because I have a better life than you." Ontario said with an arrogant smirk.

Quebec clenched his fists, "And even if I'm your friend you still hate me because I'm the one thing keeping you from your perfect, stuck-up, boring English life." He stuck his finger at Ontario. Ontario rolled his visible eye, and got ready to argue back.

////

CLASH! Thunder and lighting clapped across the ocean as water tossed the boat side to side. As the crew ran around to avoid the storm another boat took the ship's side. It carefully let its bridge down onto the deck, outcoming the captain in all his glory. "New Brunswick~"

"Nova Scotia! What the hell are you doing in this type of weather!"

Nova Scotia gestured his sabre in the direction of some boxes. "Getting back what you and your crew unrightfully stole. Hand it over before this gets ugly."

New Brunswick laughed and took out her sword. "Over my dead body."

"So be it." The two charged at each other just as another round of thunder broke the long-awaited silence. Clashes of steal and blood echoed through the stormy night sending their crews to panic.

"You've grown stronger... I'll give you that." Grunted Captain Brunswick as she held back his metal blade.

"Don't baby me, this isn't sparring, it's an attack."

"If this is an attack then I'm a princess." She clashed against his blade, pushing him back to square one. He groaned, shoving the girl away. "SALT WATER! DEFEND THAT CARGO WITH YOUR DAMN LIVES!" The Captain was talking about the two sailors currently on deck, Quebec and Ontario. But I don't they could hear her during their heated argument. The Captain rolled her eyes, "Stupid mackerels arguing already."

Nova Scotia let his guard down for a moment and looked closely at the two, "Their fighting... reminds me of something..." He turned his eyes towards the captain, "You remind me of something, Brunsy."

"Wouldn't that have been great to mention without a sword to my neck?!" New Brunswick shoved the boy and his blade away. Holding her sabre up to threaten him.

Nova Scotia didn't seem to be fully thinking about that and studied the captain. His eyes brightened up fast, "Sister?"

"Brother? What the hell..." New Brunswick's sword turned to dust as she looked around. "Where are we? This isn't exactly St. Johns."

Nova Scotia brushed himself off and got up. "I dunno... but something tells me those two idiots have something to do with it. STOP FIGHTING DUMB DUMBS- Gah it's hopeless."

New Brunswick walked up to the two and elbowed both of them in the head, "Dummies? Earth to Rio and Que?"

"Tell Quebec to take that back!"

"Only if he takes back me being a little-"

"WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT SQUABBLING? I swear I'm the only responsible one here. Now tell me and Nova Scotia what the hell is going on here."

SCRAP CHAPTER IDEA

"I've always loved a good royal story. Maybe he can be like a rebellious prince and he's the heir and she's-"

"What the hell are you doing?!"

"AH! Provisional! Didn't see you there... shouldn't you be watching over some provinces or something."

The ghost blinked and grumbled, "I would, but Rupert told me you were doing something stupid and looky here! You're playing tricks on the provinces and territories!"

"Pfft- yeah but didn't these people also hang you-"

PGOS grabbed the ghost by their collar and looked them in the eyes, "DONT.TALK.ABOUT.MY.DEATH. I swear I outta kill you- wait is that my son. Are you fucking over my son too?!"

The ghost shivered in the dead woman's grasp, "Umm.. I'm doing this whole ark thing. I didn't know, I mean he calls you big sister-"

"Even Buffalo isn't that much of a brick! If you do anything stupid I'm going to make sure you stay dead. Fully dead."

She let go and floated away, leaving the ghost territory absolutely terrified for his nonexistent life.

///////

"So we're being played by a stupidly powerful dead guy just when we get out of State shannagins?! I swear we never get a break." New Brunswick sighed, face planting into a overly fluffy bed. Everyone was gathered in the room she had woken in, as the world had shifted once again.

"Yep, we have to find our siblings and remind them of us by how mean Quebec is." Ontario added, pointing to his brother.

"HEY!"

"I mean I worked for me, for Nova Scotia. Plus it's a good thing, we don't have to work too hard." He smiled as Quebec fumed with anger.

"See you all planning for your next adventure-"

New Brunswick got up from the bed and looked the ghost straight on, "So your the ghost who is playing magic. You look a bit different then yesterday. Did someone beat you up? Didn't know you could beat up a ghost,"

The territory laughed a little, "Word of advice, don't piss off an angry revolutionary, especially a mother too. Anyways, today is a bit of a fun one! On your way out make sure to practice your royal wave, you'll need it."

////

"Princess New Brunswick! Prince Quebec!" A servant rushed to the two in question just as they left the door. "Guards, may you please leave to your stands. This is a very private matter."

New Brunswick and Quebec shared a look, quickly turning to a smirk. Quebec waved his hand, "You heard him, get out of my hair Ontario."

"Quebec..." Ontario twitched his eye.

"Ahem! Are you not following royal orders?" Quebec smiled slyly as Ontario walked away with a foul face. Nova Scotia waved away her sister before running after the angry guard. "Now what is the matter, my good sir."

The servant quieted his voice, "We have reason to believe that the head guard is conspiring with the rebels. The heir may be in great danger!"

New Brunswick's eyes crinkled, "The head guard?"

"Sir Manitoba?"

"So the king is Northwest Territories." New Brunswick grumbled, putting a hand to her head, "We are really doing this confederation style."

The servant looked at the princess in confusion, "I don't think I understand. The guard is a criminal of treason! Your own brother's life is at stake!"

"What my dear sister means is that we should talk to the king on this matter. Shouldn't we Brunsy?" Quebec said, elbowing Brunswick. She nodded and the servant copied with slight hesitation. The two royals waved away the servant and began their way to the king's quarters. "How the hell has Northwest led a kingdom for more then a few seconds."