#statehumans american samoa

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Sammy and Sammy Junior (Wattpad | Ao3)

For @aloha-from-angel

Tonga’s favorite time of the month was when it was time for her and the rest of Polynesia to meet on their islands and catch up. It allowed them to be a little human, and despite all the stupid rivalries and that one arson incident, it was always an enjoyable time.

This month, American Samoa was hosting and was planning on taking them to his national park, as well as trying and failing to keep them from embarrassing him in front of his crush.

Tonga had arrived a day early, along with Māori and Samoa. Now, they were looking for American Samoa, hoping to catch him with his crush so they could embarrass him and meet the person who had caught his attention.

She didn’t expect to find what they did.

When they finally managed to track down American Samoa, they didn’t find him with his crushed, but instead found him messing around with a bespeckled man on the beach. The man was tall and looked similar to American Samoa, but then again, you could always find so many similarities between a personification and their people in terms of people.

“Tahi, do you know who that is?” Samoa asked. Tonga shot her an annoyed look.

“Why would I know one of Malosi’s people?” Tonga asked. Māori furrowed his eyebrows.

“I don’t know if he is one of Malosi’s people. He looks familiar, but I can’t remember from where. Maybe he’s an outlier?” Māori asked, turning to face Tonga, the self-proclaimed family tree keeper.

“What kinda outlier is that tall, Kahurangi?” Tonga responded, raising an eyebrow, “They are all tiny, even the largest ones. Even–”

Tonga cut herself off as they got closer to American Samoa and the strange man, as they began to overhear snippets of their conversation and one work in particular.

Tama. The Samoan word for father.

American Samoa called the strange man dad.

He wasn’t one of his people or an outlier.  

That man was the United States of America.

Tonga quickly ducked her head, taking care not to look at America any more than she already had, and she could see Samoa do the same as one of her wings covered Māori’s face. They all understood how many countries viewed their human faces and did not want to risk causing him distress.

But Tonga could still feel the tension that had suddenly appeared.

They stumbled onto one of the greatest secrets of one of the most paranoid men in the world.

This could only end poorly.

Panic was the only thing America felt as he stared at the group of people in front of him. He dimly registered his son talking to him, but it sounded muffled like he was underwater. Fear gripping tightly at his soul, America did the only thing he could and vanished back to his apartment, struggling to start his breathing exercises as panicked tears poured down his face.

They had seen his face. They had heard American Samoa call him dad.

They knew what he looked like.

America was fine with Hawai’i knowing, as she was one of his states, and he was okay with American Samoa showing the other Polynesians his human face, as that was his choice. Still, America never wanted any Polynesian nations other than those two to see his face. He knew American Samoa didn’t do this on purpose; their meeting wasn’t supposed to be until tomorrow, but the paranoid part of himself wondered like it always had.

His face was his safety net, the protection that allowed him to be a little human and escape the standards and obligations the United States of America was under.

Now, he was at risk of losing that.

What was he going to do?

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American Samoa stared at the place where his father had just been before turning around and facing the Polynesians standing there: Tonga, Samoa, and Māori.

“You can look now.” American Samoa said, voice shocked as he tried to process what had happened.

“Was that–” Tonga began before American Samoa cut her off, panic rushing through him. 

“You can’t tell anyone!” He begged, “Please! Fa'amolemole!”

American Samoa trusted them; he did, but he had to be sure, for his Tamā was so afraid of being vulnerable that even using his human form in the first place made him anxious.

“Tupua, please,” American Samoa begged again, not liking the silence that fell upon his first request.

“Okay, I won’t. We won’t, Malosi. It’s okay.” Tonga said, meeting his eyes, as Māori nodded in what American Samoa hoped was agreement, his eyes distant.

“Tuafafine?” American Samoa asked, turning to his sister, who looked stricken.

“Tuagane, why is your father not white?” Samoa asked, causing American Samoa to give her an odd look.

“Cause his people aren’t? Talia, he’s been mixed for longer than I’ve been alive.” American Samoa answered. Samoa looked furious at that.

”Does that mean that all this time—“

”Britain’s been mixed and probably not white passing this entire time? Yeah, most likely. He’s a hypocrite and a controlling bastard. We know this.” American Samoa chimed in. Māori sighed deeply.

”I thought as much.” He muttered, getting a surprised look from Tonga.

”Kahurangi, you knew this?” Tonga asked. Māori shrugged.

”I had suspicions, but very few empires will prove it.” Māori said, “They keep a lot close to their chest. And any of them confessing they were white was probably a death sentence for them. It makes sense, though. Haven’t you all noticed your human forms change over the years? Why wouldn’t America’s? Being an empire doesn’t make him immune to that. He’s still a country same as us.”

“Yeah…I…it’s just…” Tonga sputtered.

“Not something you ever thought about?” American Samoa asked. Tonga nodded. 

“People rarely do.” American Samoa said with a shrug, “And Tama doesn’t advertise anything involving his human form, even if it might make him more likable to certain people. He’s…I think you all know that for all his strength, my tama is scared of many things.”

“That’s because America understands that his power doesn’t make him infallible, just a target. He’s not an idiot.” Māori said, “That’s why he panicked when we came here. He thought he was safe 'cause we weren’t supposed to be here yet, and now he feels exposed because we accidentally saw some of his safeguard.”

“Yeah…yeah, that’s it exactly, Tupua. I can talk to Tama and hopefully soothe his worries, but he will probably want to talk to you about it all.” American Samoa said, shifting his feet as he prepared to bring himself to his Tama’s main house, hoping he would be there.

“We’re ready to talk to him if he needs to,” Tonga said.

“And we won’t say anything. Make sure he knows that, tuagane.” Samoa said. American Samoa nodded.

“I will. Fa'afetai tele.” American Samoa said before rushing off to find his dad before he spiraled even more, now that Unorganized Territory wasn’t there to help coax him out of his head.

God, this was a mess.

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If your still taking suggestions: Flying class oneshot or smthn similar. Whoever you want to be there can be there,

Don't have to do it if you don't want, Just an idea.

Here’s a little Drabble:

“Let’s not throw Sam off the roof.” Louisiana said, rubbing her forehead. Illinois smiled innocently, like he didn’t just suggest throwing his little brother off the roof.

”But how will he learn if he doesn’t get any experience?” He asked.

”We’ll teach him dumbass.“ Iowa shot back.

”Yeah I would prefer learning without the being thrown off a roof part.” American Samoa commented.

”and Hawaii would murder us if we did that.” Pennsylvania added. Illinois pouted.

”None of you are any fun.”

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The territories! I had such a hard time with American Samoa’s flag and positioning it.