☀️ 》 Not exactly one of my best works, but this account needs content so
Florida as Ariana Grande wowoahhh, I love Florida and I love Ariana Grande, perfect combination am I right? 10,000 likes on this post and the next post will feature Florida hitting 'em high notes /j
This isn't a new idea, I actually did this back in 2025 with the thank u, next and positions album cover (and if you happen to know me elsewhere and have seen those drawings, no you didn't). But the idea of making another version has been brewing inside my mind for a while. The rainbow light didn't really come out the way I wanted but everything is fine as is
Hi, I’m new here! I’m really interested on your Hetalia State Ocs! You like to remake the rest of the states because I like your designs!
Hi, welcome to the fandom and the blog! I’m so glad you like my state OCs! They’re very near and dear to my heart, as the first time I started drawing back when I was 11/12 years old, I was just drawing the state OCs all the time.
I haven’t completely closed the door on these little guys, but I’ve definitely moved on, as it were. But, I never like to say never; there’s a high chance I’ll come back to them and draw them more; maybe even finish up the designs/revamp the old ones, as I never finished designs for all 50 states… Until then, thank you for enjoying my stuff, and do check out some of my works with them below;
PA Music Video | East Coast Comic | Mid-Atlantic Gang
The war continued to be bloody. It was a fact of life now that it would be cold and hard and too bloody for America to want to progress.
It was endless back-and-forth battles over the same bits of land, battles that felt less and less like they mattered, even as the emptiness in his chest screamed for the missing pieces that made him whole.
Even as every new general seemed to find a new way to disappoint America.
"General Hooker, you do realize that this plan of yours makes us give up the high ground, right?" America asked, focused for once in this godforsaken war.
He knew that they didn't want to repeat the blood and death of Fredericksburg, but retreating back from the ground they already had, giving up the high ground that was always so vital in the midst of war…it didn't sound smart.
It sounded like an idea that would backfire and kill more of them.
"He was picked because we need more aggressive commanders," Charlie said, sounding so tired and annoyed, "and now…man, this is awful."
"We should try to have a little bit of faith in him," Mabel said, but even she didn't sound like she believed it; even she sounded a little upset.
"We are going to hold, to force the rebels to retreat with us at their back, or attack us and take the kind of losses that they cannot afford," General Hooker explained, though America wasn't sure how much he believed that would work.
"We have taken heavy casualties trying to take the high ground before. Are we sure that giving up what we have is smart?" America asked, a pain and pressure growing in his head, as he was entirely done with this idea, done with what this could cause.
"I have a plan, and it will work," General Hooker said. America just signed and nodded.
He knew this wasn't going to go anywhere.
"America, I have questions about the training your generals receive," Charlie said, and America tried to force his voice from his mind.
He really didn't think this was going to end well.
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May 2, 1863
Confederacy kept looking at his new flag, still so ecstatic over it, a flag that was his, not based on his grandfather's, a flag that reflected the battle flag of the army that had helped him to preserve his independence and win this war.
The excitement of his flag did not outweigh his worry over the plan that had just been proposed.
"You want to divide the army? We're already outnumbered, General Lee, that could very well destroy us," Confederacy said, because for all the faith he had in his general and his ability to fight…the Federals had more of everything that they needed, and he did not want to lose this war.
He did not want to die.
It was bad enough that they were slowly being split in two, how they were losing badly out west, and if they began to lose here…
"Trust me, Confederacy. Their right flank is weak, and if we can break it, we can take back Chancellorsville and rejoin the two armies back together. We will distract them with fights on this flank to help ensure that they are unprepared for General Jackson's assault. Your father's division will be with them, and he will help ensure that it will go well," General Lee said, with a confidence that did make Confederacy want to believe him, even as the nervousness remained.
"I will try to trust you, General Lee, but if this goes wrong and my father is captured, I will not forgive you. I will not lose my father," Confederacy said.
He didn't talk about his fear of death, what he knew would happen to him if this failed.
He didn't want to make that General Lee's problem.
But if this did go wrong and his father was captured…would Confederacy get to see him again if things really took a turn for the worse and….
He didn't like this plan.
It was risky and stupid.
It was also the best idea they had.
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5:30 pm
Alabama's hands tightened around his musket as their army began their march forward, into the weak right flank, at a time when they were bound to be unprepared, ready to break the Federal army and take back the city, force the invaders from their country.
Alabama prayed that it would go well, that it would not end poorly, because his son had been worried when he set out to march this morning, so worried that he would lose Alabama.
Alabama would not be caught.
He would not let his son lose his father.
Alabama began the Rebel Yell, with the others joining him as they ran forward into the Federal camp, watching the soldiers scramble away.
Their timing had been perfect, as they had been cooking, their guns stacked and put away, leaving them with no choice but to run, leaving behind dozens of weapons and artillery to be taken by their army.
Alabama laughed incredulously. They had worried this would end badly, but it couldn't have gone better.
They pushed forward, again and again and again, until night fell, with their approach to the town being stopped by Union fire.
Still, it had been a resounding success, and Alabama was riding that high, even as he knew fighting might continue, even as he knew that they were not guaranteed victory the next day.
General Jackson himself was riding out to inspect the Union lines, to see if there were good conditions for a night attack that could see them push forward even more.
Alabama was carving a stick with his knife, waiting for more news, when a young soldier ran up to him, out of breath.
"What isss it?" Alabama asked, tucking away his supplies. The man took a big gasp of air before answering, eyes wide with panic and fear.
"General Jackson was just shot by our troops," he said. Alabama was on his feet and running before he realized what he was doing.
By God.
What had happened?
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May 3, 1863
Confederacy embraced his father as the two halves of the army united, as they began a unified push against the Federal troops.
The day had begun with worry, as Federal troops had prevented their two halves of the army from uniting, but then, as if they wanted to lose, the Federals had moved their troops and left the pathway clear, allowing them to march forward and band together.
General Lee had had his respect and trust before, but now Confederacy trusted him wholeheartedly, regardless of how crazy his ideas might sound.
General Lee knew what he was doing, and Confederacy trusted him to lead them to victory and to secure Confederacy's independence and freedom.
The Federal army was full of fools, and his army was strong and controlled.
Confederacy had the utmost faith in it.
"We're going to win thisss," Father said, his eyes bright with excitement. "We can pusssh them from Virginia."
"Maybe it will finally make them end this war, and let us all go home," Confederacy said. Alabama laughed.
"Don't think your grandfather is that easy to give up. We take Chancellorsville, then we should invade his country again. That will make him give up," Alabama said, as they watched their army crash into and drive the Federal army back.
Confederacy smiled.
Yes, everything was going well.
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May 10, 1863
General Jackson was dead.
Died of his injuries after being shot by his own troops.
It was crushing.
He was one of their best generals, a symbol, their Stonewall Jackson, who had led them into so many victories.
Sure, they had won at Chancellorsville and set the Federals running.
It had not saved him.
Confederacy just…he hoped that this would not make things worse. He was General Lee's right-hand man, and they still had a big fight ahead of them.
United States hadn't wanted to fight, and yet she had decided to do this anyway.
Did she really know why? No, she didn't. But…the war was going well, and…it seemed like it would be a quick one.
Not to mention all of the people telling her that she had to learn what war was, that she would not be helpful in a major conflict if she didn't, that she needed to learn about war and how to fight.
It was almost bitterly ironic how they all changed their minds about her when it suited them.
When it was easy.
When it was convenient, when they thought United States needed to do more.
United States wondered what would have been done if her father had survived. Would he have been told not to fight because they were worried about his health?
She didn't know. She really didn't.
United States went to Cuba anyway, meeting up with the countryhuman and her brother, Florida, greeting them both with a smile.
She also knew that this was her chance to start building positive relations with Cuba, as they were allies and going to be allies in the future, since Cuba was going to gain its independence at the end of this war.
Even if her government wanted some insurance that he would not immediately turn on them after the lives they risked and lost coming to help him.
Very quickly, it became clear that Florida and her other siblings there were trying to keep her out of any battle.
United States hated it; she hated that she was being babied and constrained and told that she wasn't ever good enough.
She was meant to be a soldier, but she wasn't good enough to actually fight.
They needed to make up their minds about who United States was supposed to be, because she was tired of this nonstop back and forth, the endless confusion of what they wanted from her.
"Hey, Mae, how are you?" Florida said, walking over to sit beside her. United States sighed and pulled away, not wanting to deal with him or anyone else right now.
She was just so…tired of everyone and everything.
"Mae?" Florida asked. United States gritted her teeth.
"Can we not do this right now?" she snapped, her tone biting and cold, and Florida flinched back at it, eyes widening.
"Mae? What's wrong?" Florida asked, as if he couldn't believe that United States had snapped at him, which just made her angrier.
"I don't need this right now. I ask not to fight, and I get told to fight! I come to fight, and everyone tries to keep me away from the battles, telling me that because I am a woman I can't fight, not like my precious fucking Dad could have, so excuse me if I'm a bit tired of this false sympathy!" United States snapped, something burning in her eyes.
She didn't know why she was so angry. She didn't want to be this angry, but she was angry, and she…she couldn't fight the anger.
It just burned at United States, a buildup of every single bit of disrespect that she had been given in her short life.
Maybe it was wrong for a country to be this angry, but what did it matter when she was already wrong enough?
Florida stared at her with wide eyes, a vast array of emotions flickering through them that made United States want to run in the other direction, flee before anything else could go wrong.
"Oh, Mae, I'm sorry," Florida said, his voice sincere, which just made it so much more worse, knowing that he did care, even with everything that had happened, even with the way that everyone was treating United States.
He cared.
Why did that have to hurt so much?
"Then why don't you let me just…participate, or defend me when they say I can't because I am weak?" United States asked, because…she did love her family, but she needed to know.
She just needed to know why.
United States didn't know if it would make her feel better, but at least it would let her know why she was being treated this way, why her family seemed to also now be turning their backs on her, leaving her behind as so many of her people did.
"No, it's not that we think you're weak or don't want to defend you, I promise," Florida said, eyes wide as he began to stutter through an explanation. "I just…war is awful, Mae, and you've been through enough, and…I guess none of us wants you to see how awful it is."
"I will have to. This war is only the start. I'm a country, I can't avoid war. I will have to learn it eventually, so why not now? Some countries, like France, were born in war. This is nothing compared to that!" United States said, a bitterness on her tongue.
"Well, yes, but—" Florida began, before United States cut him off.
"But what? Because I'm a replacement, I am weak and can't handle it? Because I am not my dad, it's bad for me to be involved. Florida, just tell me, because I am tired of people talking around me and acting like I'm too stupid to notice!" United States said, tears pricking at her eyes.
Florida took a step back and swallowed before sighing.
"I promise," he said, voice gentle in a way that hurt, "For your family and me, it has nothing to do with the fact that you are our sister. We…we think you have a kindness and light to you, and we know what war does to that, and we wanted to protect you from it. Maybe we should have talked to you, maybe we should have made it your choice, but…we don't want to lose people. Not anymore."
Florida's voice was honest, and United States sighed, knowing that it still hurt.
"I know you don't want me hurt. But this hurts me anyway. Please, just treat me like an equal. That's all I want to be," United States said. Florida's expression closed off a little, and she nodded.
