AN: Please don't kill me. I've been too busy to update my other story, but I'm still writing it! I can never give up on it. I, unfortunately, cannot control when the Plot Bunnies decide to attack, although, that would be cool. So, enjoy my newest story and please review if you liked it! Or if you didn't, tell me what I should do differently or what I did wrong.

Disclaimer: I, regrettably, don't own Hetalia or the Themeparks/fast food joints mentioned in this chapter. Just North and South California.

A girl smiled as she stared at the beach in front of her. It wasn't the beach that made her smile—God no, she hated the beach—it was her little sister. The girl laughed quietly to herself from the porch where she sat as her little sister was freaking out over finding a full sized seashell. Usually they don't see each other that often because they lived far away and work generally separated them. She savored the time she spent with her sister. The girl breathed in the salty ocean air. It was calming, not as calming as the mountains, but still calming. Smiling, she picked up the book sitting next to her and started to leaf through it. This was one of the few peaceful moments she gets with her crazy life and family. The peacefulness soon crashed and burned.

"Sie! Sie! SIE!" Sierra N. Jones looked up from her book. Her eyes widened when she saw her little sister running up to her. Her blue eyes were sparkling, her short blond hair was wet and covered with sand, in fact, her whole body was wet and covered with sand. Her arms were outstretched. Sierra's face paled considerably when she realized that she was actually going to hug her.

"Sun. Sun, stop!" Her little sister just giggled, still running at full speed. "Sonny S. Jones, you stop this instant! Please! I'm wearing a new shirt, STOP RIGHT NOW!" Too late. The two girls collided, nearly toppling over onto the wooden porch. Sonny laughed lightly before letting go of her older sister.

"I just wanted to thank you for coming and . . ." She trailed off as her saw the murderous expression on her sister's face.

"I am so going to kill you." Sierra said through gritted teeth.

Sonny didn't know what she was thinking. Sure, she can be kind of an airhead, but she had common sense! Now she was running for her life. On the beach. In the sand. In flip-flops. It's hard enough running in sand, but with flip-flops? Impossible! She could at least try to convince her sister not to kill her . . . . . then she's met face-to-face with a cliff. Wait, do cliffs have faces? 'Focus Sonny, focus.' She scolded herself. She turned around to see her sister calmly walking up to her. If looks could kill, Sonny would've been dead three times over. She noticed the gigantic muddy, sandy stain on her sister's new, white shirt. Sonny giggled nervously.

"H-hey Sie! H-how're you?" Sierra glared at the younger teen. Sonny gulped.

"Swell, just swell." Sierra said, voice oozing with sarcasm. "But, y'know what? I'll feel much better in a few minutes." Sonny perked up.

"Really?"

"Mmhmm, you'll be dead." Sierra took at step further; Sonny was unable to take a step back. She sweat dropped.

"P-please, can you reconsider this?" Sierra's eyes narrowed.

"Give me one good reason as to why I shouldn't kill you right now."

"I, um, I represent half of the state! If I die, you'll have to take care of California yourself!" Sierra paused, considering this.

"I think I'll manage." She growled taking another step forward. Sonny squeaked in fear.

"I-it'll be very hard . . ." Sierra scoffed.

"Yeah, it'll be very hard to take care of your crappy portion of the state. How hard will it be to take care of Hollywood? Just tell them to make crappy movies, they do that anyways." Sonny's eyes narrowed. 'Oh, hell no.'

"What did you just say?"

"You heard me." Sierra sneered.

"At least my portion of the state is fun! Who here has Six Flags, Disneyland, and Knott's Berry Farm? What do you have? Trees?" Sonny snorted. "How wonderful."

"My portion had a lower crime rate."

"You have crappy politicians!"

"We're the same state! We both have crappy politicians!"

"Well . . ." Sonny looked around uncertainly while her sister smirked. Sonny's eyes suddenly lit up. "I have In-N-Out! What do you have? McDonalds?" Sierra stared blankly at Sonny, struggling with what she should say back.

"Y-You're such a pain in the ass!" Sonny's blue eyes flashed dangerously.

"Well you have a stick up your ass!" Sierra's forest green eyes flashed just as dangerously as Sonny's.

Alfred F. Jones, better known as America, stepped out of the small beach house. North and South have been outside for a long time. He was getting worried. As soon as he was out of the house he heard shouting and screaming. He quickly tracked the sounds to a small cliff some ways from the house.

When he reached the base of the cliff, he was met with the sight of two teenage girls trying to claw each other's eyes out while screaming profanities at each other. America sighed, 'Not again . . .'

AN: I hope you enjoyed this! :D Please leave suggestion on to what I should do next ^^ Review to tell me what you like or what I did wrong! And to the people reading my other story, I will update it! Just not very soon because Italy's chapter is longer than I expected and took a little more research than I expected as well. I hope this will hold you over! ^^

*Update* I fixed a few grammatical mistakes and I changed Northern California's name to Sierra. I think it suits her more. If i missed a few mistakes, feel free to let me know!

Stay as awesome as Prussia,

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