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I wanted to make a doodle in honor of game 7, which tonight lol. I don’t like either team, but seeing my IRL friends go crazy over this game has been deeply entertaining. Anyways Ann probably egged Jamie (c. @gardenkeeper ) into fighting her cause she wanted a fight.

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Massachusetts: There’s seven chairs and ten people. What do you do?

Albany: Have everyone stand.

Boston: Bring more chairs.

NYC: The best seven of the lot (me) can sit down.

Augusta: Kill three.

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asking for a friend. ship headcanons?

((It got a bit long, oops ^.^;; Eheh…sorry anon

Teasing loyalist/patriot banters. But at least they both agree that New York and Toronto are annoying.

Michelle will Fite™ Ivy if she has to go through Bluenose teasing one more time

Michelle refuses to leave Ivy in her house alone, after coming back one day to find her entire floor completely covered in Canadian dimes, with Ivy sitting at the other end of the hall with a smug little smirk and cup of Dunkins coffee. Just to taunt her.

Drinking and sailing rivals buddies

They probably play King of the Hill games together

Ivy has 100% sworn Michelle a life debt and will do anything and everything she asks

Michelle drags Ivy to every home Red Sox and Patriots game. Every. Single. One.

Ivy is secretly a Bruins fan, since she doesn’t have her own team (yET.) However, if asked, she still insists she’s neutral. Léa’s hockey wrath shall not be incurred.

Ivy sometimes gets déjà-vu of the Ontarians, because of Michelle’s ego

Accent mimicking (which normally fails because they’re both already so thick) and teasing. Both ways. All the time.

When they get in a car, Ivy drives. Michelle has tried to negotiate around this (“in Massachusetts I drive, since I know the rules of the road here.”) Ivy gave it a “third times the charm” before ducktaping Michelle into shotgun until she gave up and let Ivy be around the clock chauffeur. “Masshole” might’ve also been a very common nickname used during this process (and still sometimes is).

Ivy getting (forcibly) introduced to Dunkins, and eventually even starts to call it Dunkies hey, it’s catchy. They’re actually not that bad, but she holds Michelle to absolute secrecy of the few-time admittance by using a picture of her holding up Ivy’s old Loyalist uniform. Because willingly coming into contact with one is 110% shameful to Michelle.

Arguing over whether the drink with the ice cream in it is a frappé or a milk shake. Boston, you are the only one who calls it a frappé, stop yourself

Michelle gives A+ massages and has all of Ivy’s spots to touch on memorized to the point she could do it blindfolded and through a cloth wall

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Boston

Alfred looked around at the dusty attic. There were many things in here, but none of them included the other countries. No, this is where his personal demons lie in wait, ready to consume him at a moment’s notice.

New York Decided that he was going to join him, despite all of the protesting that came from the nation. Jersey tagged along, too, just to annoy his slightly older brother.

“Hey, Tony! Come check this out!” He called across the room. York sighed and trudged over, pulling the bandana off of his mouth.

“What is so absolutely important that it required my attention right now ?” he asked, his accent laying thickly over the words. New Jersey just rolled his eyes and smiled.

“Look. It’s the outfits that each of us were found in! Isn’t it cool how they changed over the years? Like here, this one’s-”

“-Oregon’s,” America cut in, also coming over to look at the box. “I found him at the end of the Oregon trail. Of course, he wasn’t Oregon at the time; he just sort of was. You know what I mean?” He laughed a little before continuing, touching the fabric slightly. “He never got any bigger or older for the longest time. I was worried for him. I thought that he wouldn’t make it and he would fade. He didn’t, though.” He laughed again, setting the small, brown wool pants down next to the box, and folding the little white shirt and setting it on top. “God I sound like such an old man. How do you two e put up with me?”

“We don’t,” said Anthony, frowning and crossing his arms.

“Oh don’t listen to him! We love to listen to your stories! I always find them the most entertaining ones, after all,” said Michael. Always opposites, they were. Jersey looked down again, picking up another outfit; this one a small white dress, similar to the one America was found in. The only difference was that this one was stained with blood spatters. Michael looked at it for a minute before asking, “Alfred, whose… was this?”

America looked at it for a second, before gasping and stumbling backwards, clutching at his chest, before blacking out.

“America?”

“America!”

~~~~~flashback~~~~~~~

Alfred stood, staring at the crowd forming before him through his second story window. How dare those Redcoats! It’s like trying to tax everything we get wasn’t enough for them! He thought, looking down in disgust. First, the Brits pass the Townshend Acts, which pretty much put an outrageous tax on everything that they got from the British. Then, when the Americans refused to buy it because the couldn’t afford any of it, they sent over Redcoat troops to try and force us to! Who did they think they were?!

While he was thinking these dark and dangerous thoughts, he felt a small tug on his pants. Looking down, he saw his newest little sister, Boston, which is where they were now.

“Boston? Dear, what is it? Do you need something?” He asked, crouching down so he could speak to her on her level. Since Boston was a city, she was unique; an anomaly of sorts. Being this anomaly, he had decided to wait to introduce her to the colonies until there was less fighting and unrest in his country. The only one who knew was Massachusetts, but that’s because he was the one who found her.

“There’s Redcoats in front of the Old State house!” she whined, “And the people are fighting with them again!”

“Alright,” he said, standing and straightening his clothes, “Let’s go check it out, okay?”

Boston nodded, grabbing his hand and following him out the door and into the streets. It didn’t take them long to get there, but when they did, they were welcomed with the sight of a large crowd of people, all shouting and jeering, some even throwing small things like rocks and pebbles at the people in the middle.

And in the middle, with arms at the ready, stood nine British soldiers. They all were wearing scowls on their faces, tense in the arms and hands. One of them started shouting, and the rest of them quickly stood, aimed, and-

fired.

Alfred fell to his knees when the screaming started. He could feel sharp, burning pains searing through his chest, arms, legs, everywhere. His body hurt and the screaming was piercing his ears. The feeling was so overwhelming that he lost Boston, but it didn’t take him long to notice that she was gone.

“Boston?” he called, pushing away his own pain in a wave of terror and adrenalin. “Boston! Where are you?” He heard a small whimper come from somewhere to his left.

Following the sound, he saw Boston, crumpled against the wall of the state house. He also saw a familiar mess of blond hair running in the other direction. But that was unimportant right now; his attention was all for the little girl on the ground.

He ran across the brick street, using the wall as a brake and crouching down once again.

“A-ameri..ca…” she whispered, her right hand reaching up to touch his face.

“Yes sweetheart, it’s me. It’s okay, you’ll be okay. Just hang in there.” He was terrified, to say the least. The blood was already dripping and pooling on the ground around the small figure. Just as long as it wasn’t England’s bullet…

“Alfred, why…isn’t it closing…yet?” She asked him, her voice even quieter than before. Her skin was pail and her hands were laid limply across her stomach, right over her wound.

“I-I don’t know,” he replied, tears starting to leave tracks down his cheeks. “ I don’t know, Boston. Come on, let’s get you home.” He bent and picked up the limp figure, cradling her in his arms.

“Alfred… we both know… that I won’t make it… past this… So please, win this war for me… okay?” Boston smiled ever so slightly, before closing her shiny gray eyes and releasing her last breath.

“Boston…” America whispered, touching their foreheads together, before looking up into the dreary sky. “England!” he screamed, his face contorted in anguish, "I swear, we will win this war! You are my brother no longer!“

———– "Alfred,” a familiar voice whispered, petting his head. He opened his eyes, looking up at his two companions.

“Alfred, are you alright? Is it the dress? Alfie, talk to us,” the voice said again. America groaned and sat up.

“Boston…” he whispered, looking down at the crumpled fabric draped over the edge of the box. Alfred reached out, picking up the small dress and holding it up to his chest. Both of his states looked at him with confusion. They had absolutely no idea what he was talking about.

“Boston, way back just before the revolution, had it’s own personification. She was the brightest little thing, always being at the forefront of the country. When someone said America, they thought of Boston.”

“But, Alfred, we already know that. We were personified long before this happened, you know. But we never once saw a personification of Boston. Only the colonies,” New York cut in.

“I know. The only one who knew about her was Mass, and that was only because he was the one who found her.”

“Why didn’t you introduce us to her, then?” asked Jersey.

“She was a personified city, not a state or nation. I didn’t think that she would be strong enough to survive for very long. So, I decided to wait to introduce her to you all until after the citizens calmed down a little. Obviously, we never got that chance.

"You see, one day we were just watching the people, nothing more and nothing less, when they began to gather around some redcoats in the street. Being the curious thing she was, she asked if we could go see what was going on. We went, and that’s when… that’s when they let the first shot fire. Then another, then another. It hurt, feeling all of this as such a new nation, and I was overwhelmed. Because of this, I lost sight of her, and didn’t find her for a whole minute of frantic searching,” he paused and took a breath, steadying his trembling voice.

“Finally, when I did find her, she was slumped against a wall, having been shot. This wouldn’t have been a big deal, but it was England-”

“Damn that fucking deserter”

“-who had fired the shot. So I held her there as she died in this very dress. I couldn’t bear losing any of you as well. I think that is what gave me enough drive to beat England in that war. As much as I hate to admit it, her death won us the war, and in turn, our independence.”

New Jersey was holding back tears while the twins comforted their brother. Even though they had never met her, they knew she had meant a lot to Alfred.

“Why is it that I can never manage to make it through cleaning my house one time? That’s all I ask, is one time without being reminded of some war or another. Is that too much of a request?” he sighed, standing and placing the white dress back in it’s box, along with the rest of them.

——————-

Omake (bonus)

America picked up a small stuffed dog, brushing off its coarse fur.

“Hey, Anthony! Do you remember when I made you and your brother these matching dogs?” He asked, tossing the toy over to his younger sibling.

Anthony smiled a little, looking the animal over. “Yeah, I remember. We were so happy to get them, and have them matching. It was kind of funny how excited we both were about it. Do you remember, Jersey?”

“Pfft,” he scoffed, “Of course I remember! It’s not like I still have mine sitting on the shelf in my room or anything.” New York rolled his eyes.

“Of course you do.”

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Short Comic: New Understandings

Characters: Alfred/USA, Henry/Massachusetts, & Ann/Boston

CW: violence

This was my first attempt at making a comic! I made this back in September 2023, and a bit of the information in the comic is outdated. But let me explain

In my lore, Alfred begins life as Plymouth Colony. He was born as Amos Jones to human parents (name not reflected in this comic). Puritan naming conventions were basically "names that are biblically pure"-- Alfred does not appear in the bible.

Changes from canon: He is not brothers with Matt/Canada. Matt is a relative of his, but they are not brothers in my nor'easter verse, I'll touch on why another time. Arthur is also not usually physically present during the colonial era in my lore, and that's mostly cause the UK did operate these colonies under salutary neglect, and he's highkey getting involved in wars left and right.

Anyways Alfred's first cousins are Henry/Massachusetts, Rosalie/Rhode Island, and Josh/Connecticut (at this time their names would be Hezekiah, Ruth, & John). Alfred primarily lives with his older cousin Henry. Henry being the eldest of his relatives, and growing up in this puritan society, is expected to ensure his household is in "good order", and "morally pure." This is quite a stressful task and expectation for a young boy. He also does genuinely care about his siblings, his friend Ann/Boston, and Alfred, but he doesn't show it in a particularly healthy way. He often resorts to being excessively critical, aggressive, starting arguments, and sometimes violence to ensure their purity.

Alfred for a while was under the impression Henry did not particularly like him. Also Alfred is a rather hyperactive kid, who just wants to let loose, but most of the time he isn't allowed to hence why he gets into quite a bit of trouble. Henry is disappointed by this, and I think he tends to be particularly harsh on Alfred because I think Henry believes Alfred could be something more than what he is if he just learned to sit still and listen. Anyways in this scene, Henry takes the blame for once for Alfred, and that gets Henry in trouble. However, upon eavesdropping, Alfred learns that Henry in fact cares for him quite a bit.

250th Anniversary of the Boston Tea Party!

Drew this chibi?/ simple style doodle of Alfred/ USA, Henry/ Massachusetts, & Ann/ Boston about a month ago. I like to imagine all three of them got together for some beers, probs Sam Adams, (& got horribly drunk, possibly arrested after getting into a massive bar fight) as they reminisced the Boston Tea Party. These three when together tend to rile each other up, and get into trouble like the Boston Tea Party 💀

In this lore, Alfred is raised by Henry (his older cousin), and his natural speaking voice is like an Eastern New England. Alfred has trained himself to have a more general northern US accent, but when he’s around Henry and Ann, his accent comes out (cause their accents are so prominent).

Ann probably wouldn’t have been allowed to participate due to her gender, but tbh if she’s passionate about something, you can’t stop her so she just dressed up like a man for this. Also another tidbit: some members of the Sons of Liberty did “dress up” as Mohawk warriors (an Indigenous nation in what is now NY state) to show their allegiance was more towards the Americas than to England. I did not want to draw them dressed like this as it was 1) only some of the participants 2) i just do not feel comfortable drawing that & that is within my right to not draw that, but I think these 3 would’ve stuck a feather in their hat / hair to show their shifting allegiances (to be clear- I DO NOT personally endorse this “symbolic choice”, but this is what occurred and this event occurred in the 1700s).

US Colonial Cities

New York City, did not become New York City until 1664 when New Amsterdam was taken over by the British from the Dutch. Up to this point New York (which consisted of Manhattan), was a Dutch fur trading city, and wasn’t exactly the most economically important city. It had a deep harbor and it was a growing city, which interested the British to take it.

By the time New York City had become a British colonial city, it had diverse and had grown past the population of Boston. The city became quickly the largest city in the colonies under British rule ( now New York City also exported grain and lumber), and has ever since held that title. Yet the modern New York City wouldn’t come about until after the completion of Eerie Canal in 1825.

As for the other cities;

Philly was known for its shipbuilding industry, and was in general a manufacturing center. It also had/has a diverse population.

Boston, was one of the older British cities, and it was generally a bit wealthier. It was/is the economic center for New England. Some economic activities included shipbuilding, rope making, and logging.

Charleston, was a large Southern port city that mostly focused on exporting agricultural goods from the surrounding area.

OC Credit:

Boston belongs to @bay-state

Philly belongs to @ask-aph-pennsylvania-cities

Charleston belongs to @centralpowershetalia

Manhattan belongs to this blog

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