I realize this has already been done before but please note that I am not stealing from anyone. All of these OCs are of my own design.
And I also want to let it be known that all of the states' personalities are based on the typical stereotypes of that particular state. Ex. Floridians are obsessed with oranges. What I have written here does not reflect my own personal opinions on the states.
And also...suck beginning but it's been a while since I wrote anything and I guess I'm still in re-practice. Sorry for the shortness and I'm trying to get things moving again!
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia or the individual states. Just the content of their personified characters.
A meeting was beginning in the UN building. All of the world's nations (and one micronation in a flowerpot) were gathering to discuss the world's various issues, argue about how to fix them, and get absolutely nothing done in the next five hours.
Well, all except one.
"Dammit!" England cursed as he looked at his watch, "Where the bloody hell is America?"
France looked at his rival and shrugged, "'Ow should I know, Mousier England?"
"Come to think of it, I haven't seen him either." Japan commented, looking towards the door.
"Vell, vhatever." Germany decided, "Let's just get on vith it."
Right as he said that, the door to the meeting room opened. America poked his head around the opening, and for once he wasn't obnoxiously loud or stuffing a hamburger down his throat.
"Um...hey guys, ha ha.." he said half-heartedly. England glared.
"There you are! Hurry up! Where the hell were you, man?" he asked, "...and why do you look so horrible?"
As he said this, the others noticed that America's hair was disheveled and his glasses were askew. The curl in his hair was a little droopy too.
"Um...I've been under a lot of stress lately." he said slowly. Germany sighed.
"Haven't ve all?" he said fairly, "Come on, let's begin already."
"Um...that might not be a good idea." America said.
"Why not? Get in here already!" England exclaimed.
America looked like he was about to until he was suddenly bulled forward and three or four children stormed into the room.
"DAD! You said we were going to a peach farm, not a room full of weird old men!" a girl shouted.
"Father, I'm confused. What are all of these lights? Those windows are closed..." a small, plainly dressed boy murmured.
"Daddio! Why're we here? I don't know any of youse!" a very urban-dressed boy exclaimed, looking at the gathered nations.
The fourth child—another boy—hung out next to America. If the others guessed right, he was a part of this brood calling America "father."
The girl and the urban kid were running amok, chasing each other through the meeting hall but the plain boy and the other one kept at the back of the room. The other nations were staring at the kids with open mouths, and many of them sent questioning, furious glares at America.
But America didn't seem to notice. He kept trying to catch the kids before he finally fell over onto his face, sending his glasses spinning in the other direction. He reached for them, his movements slow, before Germany finally stood up and bellowed:
"ENOUGH! ALL OF YOU SIT DOWN!"
The kids dropped straight to the ground and even the nations who had stood up sat. America grabbed his glasses and put them on, and looked up to see an annoyed Germany glaring at him.
"Vhat the hell is going on here, America?" he asked.
America smiled sheepishly and looked around at the four kids. They all averted his gaze and he murmured, "Um...they're the states."
England gawked at him and the others just stared. America stood up and the kids all flocked to him, keeping quiet in case Germany started yelling again.
"...the states?" England asked, finding his voice.
America nodded, "Yep. Well...the first four. These are Delaware, Pennsylvania, New Jersey, and Georgia. Georgia's the girl, Delaware's the oldest, Pennsylvania's that one, and New Jersey is the other one."
"Well, nice to see you have zis parenting thing down." France said mockingly.
"Shut up France! I'm not in the mood!" America snapped, "There are going to be more of them! Forty- six more to be exact! Do you know how what that's going to be like?"
No one seemed to "get" it except for England, and that was only after some serious thought.
Wait...America is divided into 50 states...if those 50 states become kids...
50 states = One America. 50 states = 50 Mini-Americas...
"OH BLOODY HELL NO!" he shouted, "Fifty miniature Americas! Dear god!"
This sent the others into panicked shouting. They really didn't want more Americas!
Meanwhile, America's states had lost interest and fear in Germany and had run out of the room, this time with Delaware and Pennsylvania joining in. America was too busy being hurt to notice their escape.
"Well! So glad to know you wouldn't like 50 heroes to totally protect you guys!" he exclaimed, then looked around.
"Uh...where are the kids?" he asked.
England stared at him.
"YOU TWIT! THEY'VE RUN OFF! FIND THEM!" he shouted and dashed out of the room. He was followed by a stampede of the usual people: Japan, Russia, France, Italy, Germany, and China, along with Switzerland and Liechtenstein, Austria, Romano, Sealand (who had jumped out of the flowerpot), and Canada, holding on to his bear.
"We'll help you find them!" Canada said as he passed America. America was left staring at the other nations, and said, "Um...meeting adjourned?"
