(A/N: I love reading fanfics featuring the 50 states. So I decided to write one. I come from Illinois, so i don't think I'll have much trouble writing about that character. However, I need to do a lot of research in order to capture a state's proper demeanor and appearance. *sigh* So here's what I'll do. If you want to request a state for me to do, PM me or say it in a review. Please also include information about that state (how the people act, what it's known for, how you think I should portray them, appearance, etc.) I want this to be as accurate as possible so I don't offend anyone. I hope you like this fanfic, and I will get to all of the states. And then include some other short stories along the way :3 R&R, favorites always appreciated and loved!

Disclaimer: Hetalia does not belong to me, nor do the actual existing states, however, their character concept I claim. For now.)

Damn, it was hot. America fanned himself off with the important papers Germany had passed out at the beginning of the World Meeting. Out of all the places, it had to be held here, in Texas. He sighed, vaguely focusing on what Germany was saying.

"So, zhat is vhy I have decided zhat ve should focus on global varming und not solve it by creating a giant alien to "save" us all," the German stated, casting a look towards America, who just sipped his Coke and fanned himself some more. Across the room, Italy was writing something on a piece of paper. Smiling and folding it into an airplane, he threw it gently at Germany. It got stuck in his hair, which was quite sticky from the gel warming up from the heat. Germany scowled, grabbed it, and read it.

"ITALY!" he yelled, and Italy jumped up, scared. "How many times have I told jou zhat behavior like zhis is unacceptable! Zhis is a Vorld Meeting, and ve have to actually solve zhe peoples' problems instead of playing around here like children! Understand?"

Italy flinched, nodding. "Ve, yes, Doitsu! I'm sorry, don't hurt me!"

Germany sighed. "Just... sit back down, Italy."

Italy sunk back into his chair, the heat and his sadness making his curl droop just the tiniest bit. Next to him, Romano stuck his tongue out at Germany.

"Damn potato bastard," he snarled, "You-a think that you are-a gonna save the world-a like that? Stupido, with this-a heat no one is actually in the mood to listen to you stand around there like-a some bastard king and listen to what-a you have to say. Not that it was important in the first place." He leaned back in his chair, and Spain took that moment to cuddle him, earning a smack and curses.

On the right, Russia smiled creepily while the Baltics cowered next time him, also earning death glares from Belarus, still to be noticed by Russia. That, or he was pretending she had never existed. Sunflowers and vodka always helped. Next to him, China slowly scooted an inch or two away and held up some snacks.

"Aiyaa, on a day like this, you should all try some snacks of mine, aru! I bought them on sale just about an hour ago, aru! They're still good, so you should eat. Come, aru!"

Germany groaned. "Guys, ve need to be serious-"

"CHIGIIII! Don't touch there, Spain!"

"Kolkolkol..." Russia's aura began to leak out. "Isn't it nice when we're all getting along. We're such good friends, da? Such good friends that'd we'd all become one with me, da?"

England cowered but nevertheless, said to Russia, "No! We don't want to become one with you!"

Pfft. English pride. America thought as he lazily watched England shake as Russia stood up, reaching for his metal pipe. Things were slowly, but surely, starting to go downhill. This was one of the good meetings. It usually went crazy as hell within five minutes, but he figured the heat had worn down all of their energy.

He sighed again and stared out the window, wiping his brow and drinking more soda. He took off his glasses to clean them, which felt heavy all of a sudden. He frowned, quickly wiped them, and put them back on his face. They were starting to get heavier, and his paranormal side kicked in for a second. Hold on... Texas, my lovely glasses, they're acting weird... and we're in Texas...

He had a thought for a second, but it was lost. He groaned, resting his head in his hands. Meanwhile, Romano was struggling with Spain, Russia was getting scarier and scarier, Germany was trying (and failing) to get them back on track, Japan was awkwardly saying nothing, the other asian countries were getting restless, Italy was making white flags, and England was yelling at the top of his lungs. For once, America was the only one acting sane in this room. He closed his eyes.

Why did it have to be held at my place this year? And Texas, of all places... Well, it's a good thing that none of them knew about this, otherwise some would've shown up and I bet two of those would've been-

BANG! The door flew open, the sound ringing through the air.

Shit. He'd spoken too soon.

Romano froze, Russia stopped his "kolkolkol," Germany shut up, Japan and the other asian countries turned to the doorway, Italy put down a flag, and England stopped mid-curse. They all looked to see who had interrupted them (not that they were doing anything useful in the first place) while America tried to sink into his chair.

Standing in the doorway were three people. A young man, a young woman, and a woman that was a little younger than the first two.

The young man who opened the door was on the taller end of the height spectrum and had a big grin on his face. He wore cowboy boots and a cowboy hat, worn jeans, and a t-shirt with the flag of Texas on it. He laughed at the countries' shocked faces, and his eyes roamed over everyone like he was looking for someone in specific. America wanted to die. Out of all of them that could've come, it just had to be those three.

One of the woman walked in, tall, slim, and tan. She wore hunting boots, shorts, and a white tank top under a cargo shirt left unbuttoned. She had long legs, dark blonde hair tied up into a ponytail, and blue eyes. She looked both pretty and strong, and she chuckled.

"You guys are seriously tired from this heat? Pssh, this is nothing for my people," she said, and both her and the man came walking further in. They couldn't see the third figure's features from her place still outside the doorway, but she seemed to be on her phone, texting someone.

Germany was the first to recover. "Um, excuse me," he asked, "but who are jou?"

England said, "You know, this is a special meeting for only countries-"

"Oh, great!" The man said, his voice loud and full of energy. "We're in the right place, Flo!"

The woman nodded."Of course. Cali found out about this, after all." She looked at the countries. "Sorry about Tex. He tends to get a little too excited sometimes. I'm Florida, and I am the 27th state to join the United States of America."

The young man happily said, "Hey, I'm Texas, and I'm the 28th state!"

Japan asked quietly from his seat, "Wait, so you are saying that you are states, and not countries? And not just any states, America-san's states?"

They nodded. "Yup!"

England asked, "How is that possible?! So you're saying that all fifty of his states are personified?!"

Florida nodded again. "Yes, that is correct."

That last woman, done with her texting, came into sight. She had sun-kissed skin, was slim and a little shorter than Florida, and had blue eyes. Her blonde hair with some highlights was left down, she wore jean shorts, black converse, and a white shirt with a bear on it. Her nails were painted a sky blue color, and she smiled at them.

"Hey!" she greeted. "I'm California, 31st state to become part of the USA. I'm also called Cali, short for Cali F. Jones."

Germany was shocked and asked, "Vell, it's nice to meet jou three, but, what are jou here for?"

California smiled, her white teeth showing. "Why, to see Daddy, or course!" She scanned the room, and her face lit up and she ran towards America. "Daddy, you're here! I knew it! Texas, Florida, I found him!"

The countries jaws dropped, and America had only one thought circulating through his mind right now.

Kill me now.

(A/N: Yay, first chapter done! I hoped I did a well enough job on California, Texas, and Florida. I looked them up and how they dressed, looked, etc. I know that this doesn't apply to most people, and I probably just made them look like the stereotypical people in their states, but then again, Hetalia has the stereotypes in it. (Like America eats too many hamburgers and Russian people are huge and scary XD ) Anyways, if you want to request a state, PM me or say it in a review. Please also include how they would look like, how they act, (if you come from that state I assume you would know this) and anything else you think I should include. Like Nevada's Area 51 or California's unmatched technology. Or Illinois's mafia and mobs XD Well I hoped you enjoyed it.

Until next time!

Author-chan~)