Okay! Lame title is lame title. I seriesly couldn't find anything to fit it that didn't sound cheesy or stupid. So, The Loophole Conspiracy is what it's going to be for now. It fits as the three are 'conspiring' to get the countries over by using the loophole of not being allowed to leave the US but Al said nothing about the countries coming to the US. :D
I've got the first chapter finished, the second nearly and the third is being sketched out in a notebook. So...since I'm really bored, I decided to post the first chapter of the Trio of the US of A's sequel. I went the slightly cheesy route and decided to let some of the countries meet the states. This was relatively easy to write (Hoping Germany isn't OOC...) but this is going to be a long story. I mean there's fifty states to get through and such! Before I start on a rant, and since no one's reading the rest of this note anyway..., enjoy!
Disclaimer: icdeadppl doesn't own Hetalia or the characters, she only owns her OC's and the plot.
Germany sighed as he sat at his cluttered office desk. He was supposed to be working but kept getting distracted by the sleeping Italian on the nearby sofa. Italy had just popped up out of nowhere, talking about wanting to work on his paperwork with him but all Italy did was make some pasta in Germany's kitchen and finally fall asleep on the couch. The blond haired man attempted to work on the papers but Italy kept mumbling in his sleep and randomly holding his arm up to shout "Pasta~" pretty much every couple of minutes.
Germany put the pen down for a moment to scan the document again. It wasn't his fault he was behind on work; last week had been a complete and utter disaster. Usually he got his work done fast and on time but thanks to three children Germany, like a lot of the other nations, wasn't able to get what he needed from the world meeting for their paperwork. The three children were some of America's states, who'd crashed the world meeting and revealed one of America's oldest and probably closest guarded secrets: All of his fifty states were personified like countries. And here everyone thought one burger eating, hero obsessed idiot was enough; there were possibly fifty more of them out there.
"Ve~ Pasta~" shouted Italy in dead sleep, happily throwing his arm up in the air before it fell back into place by his side again. Germany's eyebrow twitched and he stood up to yell at him when an ear splitting ring from his phone stopped him. With a few choice words muttered under his breath, he sat back down and glanced at the ID. Number withheld. Mein gott, if it was a solicitor again he was going to chuck the phone across the room. Still, the phone rang once more before Germany snatched it up and cautiously spoke into the device.
"Hallo?" he said, rubbing the temples of his head in an attempt to ease the growing headache. There was a lot of background noise, angry yelling voices. "Hallo? Is this a prank call?" Prussia, France, and Spain regularly attempted those, usually when they were drunk off their asses at 4 in the morning.
"Hey! No dude this totally isn't a prank call!" Poland? No the voice wasn't that valley girl voice but it did sound familiar…but from where…
"Who is this?" There was the sound of something crashing in the background and curse words in a mixture of French and Spanish.
"The one and only Arizona! Remember, last week? I was one of the states that fell out of the air vent and stuff." Germany groaned. How the three got into the air vent, which he swore were not big enough for anyone to get into, astounded the nation.
"How did you get this number Miss. Arizona?"
"Dad's address book, I synched it to Cali's phone. Anyway so you doing anything for the next say, month?" Warning bells were ringing in Germany's head but he decided it was rude not to reply.
"Paperwork, meetings and such. Why?"
"Oh yeah cool and so uh…how quick can you pack?"
"Warum?"
"I'm assuming that's why in German? Sorry my German population is smaller than the eastern states so I only know a few things like 'Hi' and 'Don't kidnap me or my Dad'll nuke you!'. The reason why is…well…the states, that means like pretty much all fifty of us, really want to meet and get to know you countries; I mean, pretty much all of you have effected something in at least one of us. So, you're invited to come and visit us here in the USA."
"..."
"Silence means you're agreeing so IguessI'llseeyoutomorrow-" Germany butted in before Arizona could rush the rest of her goodbye.
"Nein, I have work to do here. Thank you for the offer Miss. Arizona but-"
"Oh dude please don't call me Miss, it makes me feel old. Also, we already made plans so you can't ditch!" The German sighed; this child was as annoying as America. In the background of Arizona he heard two voices arguing which was probably the two boys that were with her in the air vent, Oklahoma and New Mexico right?
"Alright then, Arizona I truly cannot go-"
"Please? Please, please, please, please! We're paying for boarding, your airfare and stuff you only have to pay for meals and if you want to buy some souvenirs. Please come! There are so many of us states that were heavily influenced by German culture so it would mean a lot to us! Please Mister Germany sir?" He grit his teeth but paused, pondering on her second to last comment.
"What do you mean, 'influenced by German culture'?"
"Well duh Dad's the melting pot of the world; we all have a bit of everything. I know a ton of the eastern states have German lineage and believe it or not a lot of us respect you. Especially after the whole 'wall' incident*." Germany froze at the mention of one of his most painful memories, looking away from the phone at the sleeping Italy. He wasn't surprised that the phone ringing didn't wake him up. Italy would sleep through the building falling down.
"…I'll come."
"Yes! Umm…danke! Is that right?" He couldn't help but give a small smile at her attempt at his language.
"It is. May I know though, the exact plans for how I will be…visiting you?"
"Before I go into that, would Italy happen to be there with you?" He raised an eyebrow but nodded, even though she couldn't see him.
"Uhh…ja he is but how do you know that?"
"Japan said he practically lived with you which I'm cool with relationships like that and stuff although some of my siblings aren't at all like Alabama and-" Italy was suddenly next to Germany, listening in on the conversation.
"Ve~ Arizona, is that you?" Germany, startled on how the Italian woke up without having someone mention danger or pasta, handed the phone to Italy's outstretched hand. Arizona was still completely hearable so he could still hear her half of the conversation at least.
"Italy! I called your house but a scary guy on the other end yelled at me and said you weren't there!"
"That's my fratello Romano~ He can act mean but he's actually really nice!"
"Cool! I thought he sounded slightly familiar. Anyway! Can you pack your bags for a month by tomorrow morning?"
"Sì! I'm a fast packer!" Germany furrowed his eyebrows, not even bothering to try and smooth them out. More like a fast retreater.
"Fantástico! Now, put the phone on speaker and I'll get Oklahoma to explain it to you!" Italy happily clicked the speaker button and put the phone back in place. An angry, slightly annoyed voice came on the phone, muttering in a language neither of the nations recognized before he finally spoke up in English.
"Geez why me…so who am I talking to this time? I'm guessing Germany since I thought I heard Ari talk in German for a moment there."
"Ja Oklahoma, it is Italy and I. Would you please give a clearer explanation on what is going on?"
"Yeah Arizona just beats around the bush trust me I've dealt with her for the last hundred or so years. I didn't count them before statehood. Anyway, you two need to pack your bags for about a month. Bring warm weather clothes and cold weather's too. Please don't let Italy just pack pasta Mr. Germany."
"How did you know that's what he would do?"
"He's Italian and New Jersey's got to get it from somewhere. Bring money cause we aren't paying for your food or souvenirs you'll buy. We do have accommodations for you to sleep and stuff so don't worry about booking a hotel. Your plane will be taking off at about," Oklahoma's voice was distant for a moment, barely audible as he apparently double checked the time. "Nine o'clock UK time. Yeah you do have to go to Mr. England's place cause that's where the plane will be. I'm sure you can find a way right?" Germany flinched when a thought occurred to him.
"Of course we can but tell me Oklahoma, just who is going on this er…trip?"
"You two, England, Japan, France, and China I believe. Why? Does your brother…uh Prussia right? Does he want to go?"
"Did someone just speak my awesome name?" suddenly shouted Prussia, bursting through the door with an irritated Austrian on his heels.
"Germany! When will you learn to control your stupid brother!" yelled Austria, glaring poisoned daggers at the albino. Prussia kesekesekesed at him as Gilbird flew around his head in a lopsided circle.
"I'm too awesome to be controlled unlike the unawesome you! Who ya talking to West?"
"Ve~ It's Oklahoma, one of America's states! He's invited Germany and me to visit them for a month!" said Italy, before Germany could butt in. Austria raised his eyebrow at the two.
"A visit? Why are you visiting America? Our next meeting is going to be in New York next month anyway." Oklahoma finally heard a pause in conversation to jump back in.
"Who's that?"
"Oklahoma that is mein bruder, Prussia, and another country, Austria."
"Do they want to go too? We've got plenty of room-"
"Nein." Said Germany, his voice taking on a deadly chill.
"Aww but West! I could educate the states on the awesomeness that is me!"
"Nein! You will only cause trouble!"
"Pansy Austria can come too! I can totally show how unawesome he is to the states! Oklahoma, it is Oklahoma right? The awesome Prussia will be coming and so is Austria."
…dear God he sounds like Penn…" whispered Oklahoma on the other end, not legible enough for the countries to hear but loud enough for Arizona and New Mexico to know what he said. He then sighed, realizing that Prussia would sneak on anyway. "Alright Arizona add Prussia and Austria onto the list. The plane leaves from England at nine tomorrow, English time. Be there or the pilot will take off without you and trust me he will." The last part of the sentance was quiter than the rest as he grumbled to himself.
"Got it! Kesekesekese!" The Prussian then promptly left the room, leaving a cheerful Italy, annoyed Germany and confused as all hell Austria.
"What? I never agreed to such a thing!"
"Hey you just got invited on a free trip to America for a month, be happy señor." Said a Mexican voice, apparently New Mexico just took the phone from Oklahoma. Austria looked at Germany pointedly but the blond shrugged.
"Okay just a couple of quick rules and stuff, Germany try to tell Prussia these since he probably just left. One: Please don't bring weapons or Arizona's going to confiscate them and she has enough weapons on her own without adding more to it. Two: Try not to pick sides on anything between states, especially sports. It's deadly. Three: Have a good time, we might not be the most polite and stuff but we do like it when people enjoy visiting us. Okay Arizona is there anything else you wanted to tell them?" New Mexico's voice sounded a bit distant then, apparently he turned speaker phone on.
"Don't think so. Oh wait, we've got one of the most oldest and probably conservative states picking you guys up tomorrow so word to the wise, don't be fooled by looks."
"Uhh…alright."
"Then it looks like we'll see you all tomorrow! Oh! Just one more thing and it's really important: Don't tell Dad. It's going to be a...surprise for him that you're coming!" The three then promptly hung up, leaving the dial tone buzzing. At that moment, Germany could've bashed his head onto his desk. He just shouldn't have answered in the first place but something told him that Arizona would have found a way to reach him and get him to come anyway.
On the other end, Arizona was bouncing up and down excitedly as the three packed up their room. "Tex is going to kill us when he finds out about this." Muttered Oklahoma, tossing another shirt into his duffel bag.
"Tex? More like Dad!" said New Mexico, sitting at Arizona's desk chair. Oklahoma shrugged, tossing a braided bracelet at the black haired boy.
"So now we've got to head over to Nevada's place to get to you know where and get you know what."
"What are we dealing with missiles here governor*? What's up with the 'you know where' and 'you know what's'?"
"The walls have ears and Cali's got Facebook."
"Oh yeah…" Oklahoma finished putting the last clothes in his bag and zipped it up. Arizona skipped over to pick up her backpack and New Mexico already had a suitcase by the door.
"Okay to cover it again. We're going to Nevada's place for a quick 'visit' before going down to spend a month with Florida and Georgia. Right?"
"And we have Dad's full permission…he just said not to leave the country and we won't." The three shared a wicked grin as they walked out of the room.
"Hey Arizona, how are we going to pull this off?" asked New Mexico, his voice echoing a bit as they walked down the long hallway.
"The Jack Sparrow way*."
"In other words…" Oklahoma and New Mexico spoke at the same time, understanding what their sister meant.
"You have no idea."
They've asked every countries permission to go except for one-can you guess which? Also, I've got a poll up on my profile on which of the SouthWestTrio you like the best, so go vote! My personal pick is Oklahoma, he tries to act more grown up and mature but still enjoys getting into trouble with his siblings. :) Reviews are highly loved~
Mein Gott- My god
Hallo- Hello (duh)
Warum?- Why (Another duh)
Nein-No
Danke- Thanks
Ja- Yes
Fratello- Brother
Sì- Yes
Fantástico- Fantastic
Mein bruder- My brother
Señor- Mister
*Arizona's talking about the Berlin wall, a lot of the states respect how Germany was able to reform itself (With the help of other nations) after being separated. The states went through a similar thing back in the civil war so its second nature to respect others who went through a split nation. (This background may be expanded on in later chapters)
*That's what happens when you listen to Dane Cook while typing. -_- I don't own the quote but obviously the three have watched Dane Cook before.
*"Do you think he plans it all out, or just makes it up as he goes along?" The infamous Captain Jack Sparrow whom Arizona is using as a reference, which I do not own.