America walked out of his bedroom, took one look at the mess, and groaned. Multiple chip bags and candy wrappers were strewn around the room, their contents long gone. Dirt and mud were tracked all through the house in brown foot-shaped prints. Blankets and pillows were scattered about from last night's apparent slumber party. Oh yes, this was going to take a long time to clean up.
Sitting on America's couch were three men, with a fourth sprawled on the floor. Their eyes were glued to the television screen and they each had a game controller in their hands. The man on the far right side of the couch had a blanket over his head and a barrier of pillows around him. The man on the left didn't even have a couch cushion to sit on, which only worried America because he didn't see it anywhere else in the room.
A group of young women were playing a shushed game of Scrabble in the corner of the living room, while a few feet away another group of mixed genders was playing a not-as-quiet game of Operation. A poker game was going on on the floor on the other side of the room. They were quite obviously playing Texas Hold 'Em, and a young man with glasses much like America's own was sitting proudly with most of the poker chips.
America sighed, knowing there were still more people in his house, meaning even more mess. He could hear scrambling and arguing in the kitchen, so he decided to make his way there.
His states sure were a rowdy bunch.
He passed between the couch and TV but wasn't even acknowledged by the four gamers. Making sure not to step on Connecticut, who was sitting on the floor, he passed them by without a word. For now.
After clearing the living room, America became less wary of where he was stepping...and immediately stumbled over a brown-haired man snoring on the floor. He was surrounded by empty french fry containers and bags of potato chips and was covered in chip crumbs.
"Idaho, dude, take it easy on the potatoes," America directed at him. The only response was a snore. This was indeed one of his states. Only an American can sleep through being tripped over, then spoken to by the loud country personification himself.
Alfred F. Jones continued on his way to his kitchen. He took in all the mess that would need to be cleaned later. There was a lot of it. As he passed by, he located more and more of his states. Hawaii and California were in a heated argument about the best surfing locations, with Oregon watching on, looking only mildly interested. Georgia had half her body hanging over each side of the stair banister. America winced. That couldn't be comfortable. It wouldn't surprise him at all if it wasn't. He knew that his states could sleep anywhere at anytime, regardless of the comfort factor.
Finally the young country walked through the door into his kitchen. The mess was even worse there. All kinds of food and drink were spilled all over the room. He rubbed his eyes in exasperation one final time before going to confront the group of states arguing by the table.
"Oh, hey Dad!" Maine was kneeling on the counter, digging through the cupboards. "You're out of food," she stated simply. At her voice, the four gathered states froze and turned to face her and America. A tall, lanky state was pushed to the front as a representative.
"Delaware, would you mind explaining why you all are here?" America paused and glanced back at Maine. "And why I have no food left?" This all was directed at the state pushed to front.
"Well, we wanted to visit you!" Delaware put on his best megawatt grin, one that could almost put America to shame. Almost.
"And all of us haven't gotten together in a while. We wanted to bring the whole gang up to see you!" Massachusetts, a girl with short, dark brown hair and bright eyes supported her brother.
"You didn't have anywhere near enough cheese, though," another girl with longer, lighter brown hair mumbled.
"Jeez, Wisco, not everything is about cheese!" a blond boy of about the same height as Wisconsin hissed to her.
"What do you know, Minne-soh-tah?" she mockingly pronounced her brother's name in an over-prominent mimic of the classic Minnesotan accent.
"More than you do, Whe-sconsin," he replied. He knew, as most of the rest of the states did by now as well, that she absolutely hated it when her name was pronounced that way. She bristled, but shushed under the glare Delaware was giving her. They were trying to get off the hook, not annoy America more. America, however, was used to their bickering and turned his attention back to his eldest states.
"Do you realize how much of a mess you made? And you ate my food! All of my food! Dudes, this is so not cool!" Even as he scowled at his states, he couldn't help but smile inside. They had come all this way to see him and get together. He really did adore his states. However, he made sure to keep his face stern.
"We know, Dad, and we're sorry. We were just excited to see you and got a little carried away," Delaware apologized with a guilty, puppy-like face. He knew the other three states around him, plus Maine from the side, were doing the same thing.
America looked at his states' pleading faces and tried his best to keep his resolve. That did not last long. He caved, sighing and running his hand through his hair, temporarily smoothing Nantucket back.
"Fine," he surrendered. "But I'm going out to get more food. And I expect this place to be clean by the time I get back."
"We'll make sure it is," Massachusetts promised, trying not to let her relief at getting off so easily show. She reached up to scratch her head and brushed back her stray strand of hair that looked almost identical to America's. "Do you want us to tell the rest of the crew?"
"Nah, that's okay. I can do it. I haven't seen everybody yet either. I should at least say hi before leaving," America said over his shoulder as he walked out of the kitchen. Maine hopped down from her perch as the country walked out and flashed a quick thumbs-up to Delaware and Massachusetts. The mentioned states both let out sighs of relief, glad America was lenient with them. Wisconsin and Minnesota followed Maine out. Wisconsin playfully punched Delaware in the shoulder as her way of thanking him for leading the siblings out of that mess. Minnesota grinned his thanks before closely trailing his older sister out.
"HEY EVERYBODY!" America's loud voice echoed through the entire house. "QUICK MEETING IN THE LIVING ROOM!" Thundering was heard as states scrambled to get down the stairs, gathering from all corners of the building. America walked into the living room where games were abandoned. North Carolina smacked her twin brother on the head to distract him from the video game long enough to realize their country was coming to talk to them. The male of the pair switched off the game. This startled the other three gamers out of their daze, as they looked around the room with glazed eyes. Connecticut pulled himself back onto the couch as South Carolina looked around for his missing couch cushion, seemingly just noticing it was gone. After a little while, he shrugged and figured he'd find it later.
All fifty states had gathered, all eyes were turned toward America. He cleared his throat and began his spiel.
"You guys made a massive dump of this place last night, and ate every morsel of food in this building. I'm not really sure which is worse. But," he paused dramatically. The states held their breaths, wondering how deep they were in for. "But I've decided to let it go this time." A collective exhale in relief was heard and many expressions of gratitude were directed at Delaware. He had gotten them out of more than one tough situation in the past.
"However," America continued. "I'm out going to get some more eats, and I expect this place in its original state by the time I return. Got it?" Nods and other signs of acceptance rippled through the gathered crowd.
"Alrighty then. I'll see you in a while." With that, America walked out of the room. None of the states dared to move until they heard the front door shut and the car in the driveway start up.
"Nice going, Del!" Washington congratulated his brother. "I can't believe we got away with just cleaning this up!"
"Yes, well, Massie helped too. And seriously, all we did was make a little mess this time. We've done so much worse. It was easy to get him to let up," Delaware brushed off the praise. Then a rare silence fell over the fifty siblings. They all stared at each other, each one waiting for another to move first.
"I'll go get the vacuums," Alaska stood up first.
"Right," Vermont decided it was time for him to take charge. "Nevada, you, Rhodie, and Utah go with her. Dakotas and Carolinas, you've got bathrooms. Kansas, Nebraska, Colorado, Idaho, Wyoming, you've got kitchen. Everybody else, just put stuff back and help where you can."
Everyone nodded in consent. The nice thing about having fifty of them was that it made big jobs like this much easier. They all split up to go do their respective tasks.
It wasn't until just under an hour later than they were interrupted. Virginia and her sister, West, had taken up sweeping the entryway. They had almost finished when the doorbell rang.
"Alfred, you bloody git! Open up!" a very British voice called through the door when at first neither sister moved to open the door. Finally, Virginia stepped up and opened the door a crack. Outside, a man with blond hair and thick eyebrows stood on the doorstep. Behind him stood two more blonds, one with longer hair, and the other looking very much like America. West Virginia asked her sister who it was in a hushed voice. The other sister only shrugged in response before turning back to the visitors.
"Oh, hello. Is Alfred home?" The British man asked politely. He was careful to use America's human name, thinking some sort of human housekeeper had opened the door.
"Sorry buddy. Dad's not here at the moment," Virginia responded, confused as to who these guys were.
"Alright, we're sorry to bo—DAD?!" What the girl had said finally sank in. He stood in shocked silence.
"Yeah...can I take a message?" Virginia was even more confused now.
"I didn't know Amerique had children," the man with long hair murmured.
"Papa, I don't think we can have children," the other man, who Virginia thought looked shockingly like America replied in a soft voice. She was about ready to shut the door on these crackpots when the first man spoke up again.
"I think we need to come inside for a moment and figure out what's going on here."
A/N:
Jinx - Heyo! I'll be your tour guide, Jinx! I'll be guiding you through this beautiful land of enchantment we call Hetalia fanfiction! Please keep your hands and feet inside the vehicle at all times. You never know when an angry Romano might show up and bite your hands off!
Sirius - Shhh darling...don't frighten the readers...
Jinx - Anyway, hope you enjoy! Review are lovely!
