Hey everybody, this is your favorite superhero America! We all know my adventures on the world stage, but have any of you wondered how I live my life back home? Well, it's tough-I have to live with over 50 siblings you know, each and everyone of them is unique in their own way(Even if a few of them are not in a good way). The crazy antics, strange adventures, and overall insanity that we've gone through for the past 200 years is mind blowing! Anyways, this prologue has gone long enough, and I hope you enjoy the US-of-A!

It's America's Birthday!

A small female figure walked down the dirt road, humming to herself. Her short, choppy blonde hair was bobbing up and down as she watched the cows graze in the fields beside her. Her handbag swung from her shoulder like a pendulum. She wore classical amish clothing, a black dress and a white apron.

Pennsylvania, or as people called her "Penny" was glad she chose walking rather than driving. It wasn't that she wasn't bad at driving, but rather she enjoyed nature. She liked the crunch of pebbles under her feet and the breeze that whispered into her ear. The sun of a July day shined brightly above her, and despite the sweat that poured down her forehead, she kept her hat in her handbag.

Pennsylvania looked at her watch, and frowned. Maybe she should have taken a car after all; she would not make it to the party in D.C. for America's birthday. She wasn't the brightest of states, after all.

She increased her step, almost to the point that she nearly tripped over a particularly large rock. She thrust her arms forward and with a small yelp landed in the dirt.

She wiped the dirt off her as she picked herself up. She sighed and continued walking. "I hope I won't be late for the party…" She muttered to herself.

The beep of a car behind her made her jump up like a cat. She turned her head and saw a car creeping behind her. There were three people in the car, two women and one man.

"Hey, Penny! What are you doing out here? Come on, get in!" The driver shouted, a girl with a blonde ponytail and nose and ear piercings on the wheel. She was wearing a tanktop, which showed the anchor tattoo on her shoulder.

"New Jersey," Pennsylvania said, "Going to the party too?"

"Of course! Why wouldn't I?" New Jersey replied. "Get in the back!" Pennsylvania complied and walked over to the back seat and opened it. Another girl sat in the back, headphones in her ears and eyes closed. Her blonde hair flowed down to the tips of her shoulders. New Jersey turned and whacked her on the head. "Hey," She said, "Wake up, Maryland!"

Maryland's eyes snapped open and she wiped the drool that trickled down her face. "Oh, Pennsylvania, you're here too," She mumbled. Pennsylvania climbed in and closed the door. New Jersey began to push the gas pedal. "Vermont's up with me as well," She said, motioning her head to the man in the seat next to her, who waved shyly. "Get yourself comfortable, it's going to be a pretty long ride."

"So how is everything?" New Jersey asked, twisting the wheel as she drove through some particularly harsh roads. The entire car shook and the occupants had to hold on to the sides of the vehicle.

"Good. The efforts to clean up the environment is going pretty well," Pennsylvania replied as she held on for dear life, "How about you? Is everything alright?" She asked back.

"Yeah. Is things between you and California getting any better?" Maryland piped up, grinning wildly. New Jersey blushed. "There's nothing between us…" She mumbled. Maryland leaned forward, pushing Vermont out of the way. "Are you sure? Last time I heard from Washington, you two had, let's say quite the encounter," She whispered. New Jersey's cheeks burned and she almost swerved the car into a ditch. "Shut up!" She exclaimed. Maryland leaned back into her seat. "Okay, I'm sorry," She winked at Pennsylvania, who smiled.

They finally entered D.C., where the party was taking place. They drove past the Supreme Court and White House.

"We're not going to have the party at the White House?" Vermont asked, "Where the hell is the party going to be?"

"At D.C.'s place." New Jersey answered, "He has a pretty nice place you know. Better than most of us, despite that he's not even a state."

As they drove, a large beat-up pickup truck with confederate flags plastered all over them rolled up to them. There were several men and women in the back, all wielding guns of all varieties.

"Hey, what's up ya'll!" The driver shouted, his rancher hat flapping in the wind, and the sun reflecting off his glasses. "Ready to have the greatest party yet?"

New Jersey grinned. "Nice to see you too, Texas," She said. "Is that the Southern Gang you got there?"

Texas flashed a wild smile. "You bet! I've got Missouri next to me, and Tennessee, Mississippi, Alabama, Georgia and Arkansas in the back. We've all got ourselves some fine game for America to feast on. He's gonna love it! Anyways, see you in a few minutes!" With that the truck zoomed off in a trail of dust.

"Those Southern bastards are always crazy," New Jersey muttered, "What the hell."

They rolled up to the driveway of a large mansion, which was already clogged up with cars. The four states left the car and walked up to the door. They could all hear the rowdiness from inside, and prepared themselves for the worst.

Pennsylvania was about to knock on the door when it swung open. There stood a tall woman in a dark purple dress with long black hair that covered half her face. A bit of hair curled off from the rest of her head, and the end of her hair was tied up. There was an empty bottle of whiskey in her hands as she swayed back and forth. "You~will~be~cursed~forever~" She sang, whipping out a doll with several pins and shoving it in their faces.

"Louisiana! Stop trying to curse people again!" A man with an unkempt beard grabbed her by the shoulders. He peered over Louisiana and looked at the surprised Pennsylvania. "Sorry, she's gotten drunk again."

Pennsylvania smiled. "It's okay, Massachusetts." She said. Massachusetts sighed. "Well, whatever," He mumbled as he began to drag Louisiana away, "I'm going to have to calm her down."

Pennsylvania walked into the mansion, followed by New Jersey, Maryland and Vermont. There was a large hall in front of them, with a flight of stairs right in the center. There were rooms on each side of the stairs.

"Holy crap, this place is huge!" Vermont exclaimed.

"I didn't think D.C. would have such a nice crib," New Jersey commented.

"What the hell did you people expect?" A voice made the four states to jump back. A man that looked like a member of the Secret Service walked down the stairs. "I babysit America, of course I get a huge salary," D.C. adjusted his sunglasses, "It's not an easy life, looking after that idiot." He patted Pennsylvania on the back. "I hope you enjoy this party."

"Hey, D.C., come over here! Colorado's got his hair stuck in the air vent again!" Somebody called out from somewhere in the house, and D.C. frowned. "Damn it," He mumbled, "Not again." He turned around and marched away.

The four states carefully made their way through the mansion, which was in pandemonium. The Carolina siblings had lit a trashcan on fire and were now roasting s'mores. Texas and Tennessee set up a gun range in the backyard. Georgia was trying to run away from Alabama, who was groping her chest. Alaska, who was normally accustomed to freezing temperatures, was now prancing around in his boxers, while Hawaii was huddling in the corner wearing several layers of winter jackets. West Virginia was playing with snakes, while Virginia was yelling at her from behind. Florida released an alligator and was now wrestling with it in the kitchen. Minnesota revived her Scandinavian heritage and was now chasing Ohio with an ax. Colorado and New Hampshire were in the corner, smoking joints. Illinois, who was a gangster, and New York, who was a part time cop were shooting it out in the hallways.

"Holy crap, what the hell is going on?" Vermont said in bewilderment. "I have no clue," Maryland replied, "Everybody's going crazy."

"Hey!" A girl stopped short of Pennsylvania and New Jersey, "I made some cheesecake for America!"

"Oh, Wisconsin," Pennsylvania said, "You made cheesecake? That is so sweet of you." She complimented. Wisconsin blushed. "Do you really think so? I don't know if it's good or not, but I hope America will like it."

"America is a glutton, he'll like anything," New Jersey said in a confident tone. Wisconsin perked up. "Yeah, I put my heart and everything into this!" She shouted. She took out a fork and cut out a small piece. "Here, have a taste. I want you to tell me if it's good or not!"

New Jersey leaned in and put her mouth over the fork. Her curious face quickly turned into one of horror and disgust. Everytime she chewed a twinge of pain shot through her face. "Is this…" She choked out as she swallowed, the large clump visibly travelling down her throat, "Is that Swiss cheese?"

Wisconsin nodded, her face full of optimism and energy. "Yup! I made the cake using all kinds of cheese: Swiss, Cheddar, American, Feta, Mozzarella, you name it, it's in there!"

New Jersey was now on the verge of crying. "I have to use the bathroom," She gagged. Wisconsin pointed down the hallway, and New Jersey was off. "Do you want some?" She asked Pennsylvania, Maryland and Vermont, who shake their heads in refusal. Wisconsin shrugged and walked away, cake still in hand.

"That's gotta be some England-grade cooking right there," Vermont commented, to which Maryland smacked him on the head. "Don't say that, that's really mean!" She said.

"Jeez, I was only joking…" Vermont mumbled.

The trio walked out into the main hall, a large ballroom with several chandeliers and tables. By now all the states were in this ballroom. Pennsylvania saw the humongous cakes and platters of hamburgers stacked on top of one another. There were tubfuls of fried chicken, graciously donated by Kentucky. Perfect for America, she thought.

Ding ding ding! All states turned their heads to face D.C, who held a bell. "Okay, okay," He started, "Everybody is now here to celebrate America's birthday."

"Where is he?" Kansas asked. D.C. looked at him. "I'll call the birthday boy himself and tell him to get his ass over here. Everybody get your party hats ready!" Everybody put on party hats, party horns and balloons. Louisiana tried to conjure up a spirit but was stopped by Massachussetts.

D.C. took out his phone and was about to dial America's number when the phone rang with life. D.C. looked closely. "Well, speak of the devil. It's America!" The states began to get giddy and excited, but D.C. shushed them. "This is supposed to be a surprise, so shut up!" He quickly answered the phone. "Yo, America!" He nodded his head, and everybody watched as his once happy expression turned gloomy. "Oh, really? Oh, okay, I guess that's alright. Okay, see you later." He hung up the phone and put it away. He looked up at the group, who watched him with anticipation.

"Well, I have some news," He sighed, and everybody held their breath, "It turns out America is at a birthday party at England's house, and won't come home until tomorrow."

The loud groan that was emitted from 50 dissapointed states in the ensuing seconds echoed across the entire mansion.

Hey guys! I hope you enjoyed this first short chapter! We don't get to see all the states of the US, and I decided to shine a light on all the brave guys and girls that work so hard to keep America nice and well! Well, once again I hope you liked this and until next time!