I frowned, glaring at my twin. "Why do you always think you're better than than me?" he asked, returning my glare. "Is it because, deep down, you know that my state is better? But you can't stand to admit it!"

I said nothing in reply, narrowing my eyes at my barely younger sibling. "That just shows how much of a coward you are, you can't even defend yourself!"

"No, I just didn't want to waste my breath arguing with you," I shot back,"Besides my state is the 39th state and yours is the 40th!"

"So? We became states at the same time! They just had to make one of us first and you just happened to be that one!" South yelled, his light blue eyes narrowed with anger and hate. South had light brown hair like mine. We looked exactly the same except for our eyes, my eyes are the same green of the prairies that make up most of my state, while his are the same color blue that Alfred has. While I wear a white shirt under a light brown jacket with the inside of it made from bison fur so it's a dark brown, dark blue jeans, black combat boots, and a bald eagle feather in my hair to complete my outfit. South wears a blue uniform from the civil war times with a hat to go with it.

While we fight all the time we really don't hate each other. Not like we'd let the other states know that. Though South and I do like to see who can out talk the other about who is better. Maybe we take the arguments a little too far. Only Alfie knows our secrets- What? You want to know what I mean by secrets? Well too bad, I'm not going to tell you, nor am I going to patch the wall I just broke.

Anyway, back to the fight, just as I was about to give my brother a retort, someone got in the way. That someone being Delaware. He was always stopping our arguments as best as he could, using the 'I'm older so you should listen to me' voice. "Stop this pointless fighting, now! What are you two even arguing about?!"

"Probably something stupid, like always." New York. The "bad boy" out of us states. Always wearing black and his red eyes don't help. First impressions were not his thing.

I frowned rolling my eyes at all three of them and turning to walk away.

"Did you just roll your eyes?! Hey! GET BACK HERE NORTH DAKOTA!"

A/N: I got New York's design from the talented writer xXFallenHeroXx, North and South's design are my own. This whole story will be from North Dakotas POV, all in first person, and because I think I forgot to mention this but, North and South are both boys.