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The Great War of Midwestern States for County Fair Food Superiority

The countries followed America until they came across a sight they weren't quite expecting but given how the day's been they really shouldn't be shocked anymore. However, it was a bit shocking to see a mini-fair in America's backyard with three stands manned by what they assumed were states. One state was a teenage-looking girl with brown hair and blue eyes wearing a dark blue blouse tucked into a pair of plain denim jeans with black boots on her feet, yelling at another state, this one a boy. The boy was younger than the girl with pale blonde hair that kind of looked like France's, much to England's displeasure, and blue eyes that looked like his father's with tanned skin. His outfit was quite scruffy-looking as it was just dirty overalls with bits of mud around the pants cuffs that were only buttoned over one shoulder and a well-worn blue shirt. On his feet were a pair of old brown work boots. 

"I can't believe you think your corn-on-the-cob is better than my corn-on-the-cob!" the girl yelled in the boy's face who just looked very awkward by the situation and even a bit confused.

"I-I didn't say that Iowa, I was just-" the boy stuttered out as he seemed to look for an escape before his eyes landed on America. "Oh, hey Pa."

"Pa? Pa's not even here. He's showing around a bunch of countries remember," the girl, Iowa, said with annoyance.

"Hey, Iowa. Why are you bullying your little bro?" America said in his half-usual tone, half-fatherly tone.

Iowa's face quickly went from when of pride to pure fear and shock before she reluctantly looked over and said, "H-hey, Pa. When did you get here?"

"A couple of minutes ago when I heard you screaming from near the treehouse, you can now answer why you're screaming at Nebraska. You know he's very sensitive," America scolded. Most of the countries didn't think he had it in him.

"I was just getting mad because he was lying, Pa," Iowa said awkwardly.

"Oh please, Nebraska couldn't lie to save his life," America said in a dismissive tone.

"I'm sorry," the boy, Nebraska, said in a small voice.

"So there's no possible way he could lie about anything," America continued. "So what's really going on?"

Iowa grumbled before incoherently muttering something with her eyes darting angrily at her father and brother, saying, "He said he thinks better corn than I do."

CORN!? They were fighting about corn!? Why would anyone fight about corn?!

Oh, wait. These two were states.

"This again..." America said while rubbing the bridge of his nose. "How many times have I told you to stop arguing with your brother about corn?"

"I don't know like 85 times?" Iowa shrugged. 

"Iowa, you're usually so sweet but you need to stop fighting with your brother over this. It's a vegetable," America continued.

"Not to me!" Iowa yelled back.

"Well, you're just gonna have to get over it. I've been having to tear you guys off each other all day even though I told you this morning we'd have guests and to be on your best behavior," America firmly scolded.

Iowa glared for a moment before grumpily saying, "Fine, Pa. But this discussion is not over."

America stood up, but instead of turning to the countries he turned to stare at a third booth they somehow missed. More specifically, he stared at the brunette girl manning it before asking, "And just what were you doing to stop her?"

"No offense, Pa, but I don't really care enough to stop her," the girl answered. The countries looked over at the girl she seemed older than the two other states about 17 or so with her brown hair done up in a high ponytail and crystal-blue eyes. On her tanned body, she wore a peasant blouse with pink embroidery around her chest and cuffs.