~ State Conference Hall, Washington D.C.

A blonde boy ran into the meeting room. Sweat covered his forehead and panic was in his eyes. "Del! Penny! I need ya'alls help!"

Two teenagers glared at him from the other side of the room. "What did you do now Missouri?" A dirty blonde haired boy questioned.

Missouri gaped at his older sibling. "Why d'yah think I did somethin wrong?"

"Because," the girl next to him started, "first of all, you wouldn't be asking for help if you didn't need some, and second, you're always doing something wrong."

Missouri smiled slightly. "Yah know me well Penn."

The girl huffed and brushed her brown bangs out from her eyes. "Just get on with it Missouri."

"Okay, okay, okay." He ran over to his siblings and sat on the table, much to their disliking. "Well the other day I had me a hanker'n tah visit New Jersey..."

Missouri cracked the door open. "Hello, anbod' there?" He opened the door further and looked inside. The small house was dark and quiet all but for the soft sound of the air-conditioner. "New Jersey, you round here?" Still the house was quiet. Missouri grinned. "Well since no one's home," he paused to look around again, "and I don't believe he has any a'those mafia round, I might as well help myself to some there pizza!" The blonde ran to the kitchen. He threw the refrigerator door open and pulled out the many boxes of pizza. "Yep, this will do for a while." He said smugly. He went into the living room and flopped onto the couch. After digging around the cushions for the remote, he flipped to Jersey Shore. Missouri munched the mouthfuls of pizza happily until he realized what a terrible show he was watching. "Gosh, why does New Jersey let his folks act like that?" He said through chewed pizza crusts.

He swallowed and turned off the T.V. The blonde stretched, not caring that the now empty boxes were scattered across the room. Missouri yawned and sat there for a moment before a dark thought crossed his mind. He smirked and jumped off the couch. He ran around the house, searching for the needed tools before setting them up and leaving the house looking almost like he was never there.

"You did not." Pennsylvania gasped.

Missouri nodded his head. "It's not that I'ma upset about that there prank, it's what that Sonkey* sais to me after that."

"Whad' he say?" A curly haired boy next to him asked. Many of the states had decided to eavesdrop on the conversation and didn't hold back with secrecy.

"Well..." Suddenly the doors slammed open, revealing a short boy. His face was bright red with rage and embarrassment from the states laughing at his bright pink hair. Missouri perked a bit. "I do say, if I'da known there was a fria here, I woulda brought me some bacon and fried 'em up!"

"Shut up you!" New Jersey shouted. "I told you next time I saw yah, I'd beat your rear to a pulp," He pulled out a wooden paddle from behind him. "And that's what I intend to do."

Missouri screamed and grabbed onto Delaware's arm. "Del, help me!"

Delaware glared at his brother and gently brushed him off. "You got yourself into this, now get yourself out." His monotone voice had a hint of laughter in it. Delaware then looked back at New Jersey and furrowed his eyebrows. "On second thought, take my phone and call dad. He'll think it's me and answer it." Delaware tossed Missouri his phone. As the blonde caught it, New Jersey bellowed a war cry and charged towards Missouri. The blonde jumped onto the table and ran towards the door, spilling drinks and scattering papers everywhere. He jumped off and skid into the hallway with New Jersey hot on his heels.

~ World Conference Hall, UK

The meeting was going on as 'normal'. America was in the middle of his speech about using a giant super hero that would somehow stop world hunger and global warming. As he was nearing his end, the nation felt his phone vibrating in his pocket. "Excuse me dudes, but hero duty calls!" The majority of the countries were ignoring America, so he left without disrupting the battle grou- err, meeting.

When he had gone far enough America took the phone out of his pocket, expecting to be getting a call from the President or someone like that, so he was very surprised to see it was Delaware calling, especially since he knew his father was at a meeting with other countries. America flipped the screen open. "Yo Delaware, what do you need? I'm kind of busy."

"Pa! I need some help!"

"You need some help alright!" A voice echoed in the background.

America looked at his cellphone in confusion. "Missouri? Why do you have Del's phone?"

"Ah, that's not the point right now. New Jerseys gonna kill me and Penn and Del won't help!"

"Get back here Missouri!"

"Gosh, what did you do dude?"

"... I wrecked his house."

"And you dyed my hair pink you miserable little-"

America flinched at the sound of a crack and a loud (girly) scream that echoed through the phone. He slowly brought the phone back to his ear. Sounds of screaming and a continuous cracking sound came from the other end. As fast as it had started, the other cellphone just, quit. America stared at the phone in horror. "Missouri? New Jersey? Dudes?"

America slowly slid his phone back into his pocket. He turned and was surprised to see England watching him. "Who was that, America?"

"Ahh, just some telemarketer wanting to get some cash." He laughed nervously. England raised an eyebrow. "Dang those lousy agencies. Always calling me, wanting to get my cash."

"You said that last part already." England mentioned. America couldn't read his expression. The older country's eyes were blank and his face was still.

America forced another laugh and walked past England. "Dude, let's go back inside. The others'll be looking for us."

"It's 'others will' you git!" England corrected, returning back to his normal demeanor.

America slapped him on the back. "Whatever dude."

~ Back at D.C.

"Did yah find 'em anywhere?" A brunette asked the search party. They all shook their heads.

"No, they just vanished Louis." A boy dressed for winter, though it was the middle of spring, said solemnly. "I hope Jersey didn't do anything too bad to Missouri."

"If he did I'll skin that mafia scum." Louisiana threatened. "Alaska, take Arkansas and Iowa tah' look in the garde' out back. Knowing that Royal he'll be out with the plants."

Alaska nodded and lead the two girls through the halls. An awkward silence plagued them until the Last Frontier state couldn't handle it anymore. "So... what's the deal with you and the Royal Colonies?"

The two girls looked at each other before the shorter with auburn hair said, "Well, I don't know. We've always been like that."

"It's probably because us Purchase states once belonged to France, and the Royal Colonies were the treasures of England." The taller of the two pulled her ash hair into a tighter ponytail. "I guess the habit just continued into us."

Alaska nodded his head. "That would explain it." The trio walked into the sunroom that lead out to the garden.

"Is that New Jersey?" the auburn asked, running to the door.

"Iowa, wait!" Arkansas called after. The siblings pushed the door open and were surprised to see Iowa still standing near the building, however, that's just what she was doing, standing. "Um, Iowa, what are you doing?" Arkansas asked with worry.

Iowa pointed in front of her. "Look."

Alaska followed her arm and saw a gardener hovering above a cluster of violets. He looked up at them and frowned. "Aw man, you guys ruined the fun."

Alaska walked up to him. "New Jersey, what is all this?"

"Missouri." He answered casually. Alaska looked between the state and the flowers. He bent down and brushed the flowers aside. The boy jumped back in fright when his hands felt something soft.

"You buried him?" Alaska shrieked.

"What?" Arkansas yelped from behind him.

New Jersey shrugged. "I left his face out. He can still breathe."

"That's still not right!" Alaska started pulling the flowers out of the ground that buried Missouri, with each clump of dirt revealing more of the boy's pale skin.

Missouri groaned and struggled to sit up, pushing the rest of the dirt off of himself. "Missouri!" Arkansas chirped and ran to his side, helping him sit straighter. She glared at New Jersey. "I'm gonna kill you!"

New Jersey smiled sheepishly, starting to back up. "Now, now, no need to get hasty. Let's settle this like adults."

"Adults?" Arkansas screamed. "Adults wouldn't have buried their brother then plant flowers over him like a grave!"

"Actually I heard Germany did that to Prussia once." He pointed out.

"You know what I mean!"

Arkansas lunged at New Jersey. He squeaked, dodging to the side before running back to the building. "Heel girl, heel!" was the last thing Alaska heard before the two disappeared into the halls.

Alaska shook his head and lifted Missouri over his shoulder, ignoring the moans of protest. He walked in front of Iowa, who hadn't moved since coming outside, and poked her forehead. "Earth to Iowa, Earth to Iowa, can you read me?"

The auburn shook her head then smiled at Alaska. "Oh hey Alaska, what do you want?"

"You were zoning out."

Iowa let out a small giggle. "No silly, I wasn't zoning, just thinkin."

Alaska cocked his head in confusion. "About what?"

The smile disappeared from the girl's face, a dark look filling her eyes. "What's Louisiana going to do when she finds New Jersey?"

~ To the UK again!

England watched through the window as America left the building. The moment the naive country drove off in his vehicle a dark aura filled the room. The countries had received notes throughout the meeting to stay and discuss a serious matter, though that's what they had originally been there for. All, that is, but for one of the youngest of them all.

"I vant to know who called zhis meeting." Austria demanded.

"I agree vith Austria." Germany said. "If jou wanted to say something, jou should have zaid it during jour time."

"Actually Germany," England said as he paced back to the table. "I couldn't say anything earlier."

Germany paused for a moment, surprised that it was England who called for the meeting and not a younger country wanting special attention. "And vhy not?"

"Why, that stupid American was here." England chuckled. He allowed the other nations a moment to gather an idea of what he was about to say. "Earlier today, I caught America walking outside during the meeting. I suspected him of trying to leave early, so I followed him to confront his immaturity. However, just before I was about to make my presence known, America started engaging in a conversation over his phone."

"Vhat's so strange about that?" Hungary asked, gaining many nods from others.

"It's not just that he was on his phone, it's who was on the other side." England began to circle around the table. "When he answered the phone, he referred to the other person as 'Delaware', and if anyone else would care to remember-"

"That's a state." The deep voice of Sweden said. The Nordic country looked to Finland before continuing. "Before there were many people in America, Finland and I had started colonies near the Delaware River." He cast a dark glare at England. "We stayed there until the British drove us out."

A grimace crossed England's mouth. "Yes, well, anyways, after that America said the names of two more states, Missouri and New Jersey. There was an apparent fight between the two and the other phone quit. Then America noticed me. I quickly acted like I just happened upon him at that moment, and we continued like nothing had happened."

"Like, get to the point already." Poland said, extremely bored with this cheap gossip.

England frowned. "I'm almost there! A while after, I called some officers in the local police department to print me a copy of America's phone call." He pulled out a large slip of paper from his pocket and handed it to Germany. "I received these about a half hour ago."

Germany unfolded the papers and began to read. The longer he read, the more his face was scrunched. Italy rushed over to his friend, and set his head on the larger man's shoulder. "Ve~ what is it-a Germany?"

The Germanic country was hesitant to answer. Slowly he looked up from the paper to the other nations."I think America's states are personified like us."

The statement caused an uproar throughout the room. "How can zhis be?" France said. "I owned many kilometers of land west of other colonies, but I never found a child."

"Me neither." said Spain. "I had more land then France, but I never stumbled across un niño."

England was quiet for a second, then said. "Actually, I don't believe they were small children at the time." The countries stared at him in confusion. It was almost unheard to find a country that was much older then seven, so why would a state, which is smaller then a country, be something else? "When America was young, I would go visit him often in the house I built for him." England smiled softly, remembering the times when he and America got along. "I remember that there was a large group of teenagers who worked in the house doing various chores. I had assumed one of the men I put in charge during my absence had hired them so America wouldn't be as lonely, and had dismissed the matter.

Just before the Battle of Lexington, one of the younger boys kicked me in the shin and ran off before I could do anything. Soon after, America refused to let me into his house, and the Revolutionary War started." England held his head. The mention of the war still brought him migraines. Once it began to ease off, he continued. "If my theory is correct, then those children would have been some of the states, and they were older in years due to being more self-suffictiant then their country."

"Well, that would make some sence, aru." China said. "But why does that do anything for us?"

England mentaly face palmed. Are these other countries really ignorant enough to not see the point? "Because, China, America has become a nuisiance in the world, but he was too powerful to take down by one person. That reason could because he has the makeup of these states. If we were to control one of the states,"

"Or all of zhem." France added.

"We could take down America, and have more land to claim for our countries, da?" Russia finished, a faint purple aura surrounding him.

"Exactly." England slammed his fist onto the table. "It's time to take back what was ours. All in favor?" Twenty plus countries raised their hands, including the Allies (minus Canada and America), the Axis, and the Nordics. Even the hands of Netherlands and Scotland were raised. "Then it's settled. In three weeks, we will have a declaration of war."

*Sonkey- a southern hillbilly term for an idiot

The Royal Colonies were administered by a royal governor and council that was appointed by the British ruler. The consisted of New Hampshire, New York, New Jersey, Virginia, North and South Carolina, and Georgia, however Massachusetts will be added to this list for future drama. The Louisiana Purchase states were owned by France, given to Spain for about ten years, then given back to France. Later America bought the land and they became American territories. The list (for this story) includes Louisiana, Arkansas, Iowa, and Missouri.

New Jersey's nickname is 'The Garden State' and the state flower is the violet (hence the grave).

Quick note, the ages are all randomized in this story. There is no real reason for their age.

Character focus chapters are up for request! Just remember, the next chapter will feature Maine and Montana.