Who accidentally started writing a two-shot Hetalia fanfic when she's suppost to be working on a Bleach crossover? *Raises hand and looks around room* Gee, tough crowd. Anyway, since no one actually reads this, look after the story for spanish translations. Although most are pretty straight foreward. Also, I'm learning French not Spanish so they might not be totally accurate. There's a lot of OC's in this so let's get on for the ride! Also I have nothing against Mexican's, some of the states just really don't like Mexico very much so no offense to anyone! Enjoy!
Disclaimer: The only thing I own are my made-up OC's and the plot idea. Hetalia isn't mine.
It was the day of the world meeting and everything was going along normally…or at least as normal as things usually were at the world meetings. France and England were brawling on the floor with America laughing nearby with an uncomfortable looking Japan, Switzerland was threatening to shoot Prussia if he touched Lichtenstein, Spain was calling Romano a tomate lindo making the Italian blush and throw obscenities at him in his native tongue, and Germany was trying not to let his temper get a hold of him. The meeting was taking place in his land this time which meant he had to hold back even more than usual. Still, a totally regular world meeting...except for what was taking place outside of the chaotic meeting room. "Okay you guys, you got the screwdriver right Mex?" asked a dark brown haired girl, no older than twelve, as she turned to a boy about the same age as her only an inch or so shorter. He had messy, pitch black hair and a Hispanic tan, with chocolate brown eyes glinting with concern as he nodded at the girl.
"¿Estás seguro de esto Ari? Papa'll be en serio cabreado if he finds out what we're doing." He said, his accent a mix of a deep southern drawl and a Mexican dialect.
"New Mexico Santa Fe Miguel Jones, are you a mariquita? That's exactly why he won't find out bro now quit your worriyn'! This is gonna be great!" She then gave him a 100 watt smile, making the boy flinch in a response and sheepishly rub the back of his head.
"How is it I always get pulled into your wacky plans Arizona?" grumbled their third companion , a dirty blond haired boy, a year or two older than them, as he stared up at the ceiling. Arizona continued smiling, turning her head up to look at the vent just above the trio. Pulling at her braided hair, she tucked several speckled* feathers into her pocket that had been attached at the base of the thick braid.
"Alright, now in all total seriousness; screwdriver Mex or this heroine's gonna kick your ass back to Mexico." Holding out her hand, New Mexico sighed. He then pulled aforementioned subject out of one of his large pockets in his shorts, holding it out to the fiery state. "Thanks cholo. Now, are you ready to hold me Oklahoma? Cause if you aren't sucks for you. "
"Watch it hermana, I could call you a cholo too you know." She shrugged, taking the screwdriver from him.
"But you won't 'cause I'll slip a firecracker into your pants when you aren't lookin'." New Mexico was silent for a moment before muttering obscene words under his breath. Arizona took the time to climb onto Oklahoma's back and began to unscrew the cover of the air vent.
"Can we even fit in there Ari?" he asked, trying to balance the petite girl on his shoulders. Hey he may have been older than the two kids but he was shorter than them by several inches!
"Of course we can Oak! Now hold on, one more screw then we're in." After one more moment, the last screw fell into the Grand Canyon state's hand and she gently slid the vent down into the now calmer New Mexico's hands. Clambering as quietly as she could, Arizona slid into the vent, turning to look back down at her siblings in the remarkably large space. "Alright you guys! C'mon up! You first Mexico." Oklahoma sighed as his sister reached down and helped New Mexico into the vent who was commenting back 'how he was New Mexico, not Mexico'. Her response was 'You're the same, only fresher!'*. Just how did he get himself into these situations? It had all started that morning, when their trio had decided to sneak away from Texas to visit their Dad…
"This is a mala idea Arizona, una idea realmente mala! Hermano Texas will be muy enojado with us!" said New Mexico, as he and two of his closest siblings crawled under the house they all shared with some of their older siblings.
"Oh cool it Mex, I just want to go see Dad, nothing wrong with that. Timmy can take a chill pill and jump into the Rio Grande* for all I care!" muttered the brown haired girl just ahead of him in the tiny space.
"Remind me, why am I here again?" asked Oklahoma, blowing some loose strands of his blond hair out of his face.
"Because, you two are my sidekicks, a heroine can't go without her sidekicks on an adventure!"
"This is an adventure?" hissed New Mexico, flinching as he tried to duck under some spider webs and failed.
"More like following a siren to me…" muttered the oldest of the trio. He'd actually come along to make sure New Mexico didn't get hurt and to make sure that Arizona didn't nearly start a forest fire with her usual packed amount of explosives. Again. Seriously; how she kept that much dynamite on her tiny person was beyond the Sooner States's mind capacity. Especially because their Dad, America, had explicitly told her that she could not touch them again. Being the smart ass she was, Arizona had found a loophole to that rule by wearing gloves so that she wasn't actually 'touching them' per se. If only she could be that observant in other parts of life, like how not to shoot at the first person she see's crossing the border. Triggerfinger state should have been what the kid was called. At least New Mexico was calmer.
"Dios lo maldiga Ari! Don't kick me you idiota!" shouted the black haired state, grabbing hold of his sister's leg to stop her from hitting him. Oklahoma nearly hit his own head on the ground. At least New Mexico was calmer most of the time.
"If you two don't shut up, Texas is going to get his spidey senses* again and hear us down here!" This stopped the two squabbling states, fearing the bigger states wrath than each other's and the three continued to crawl until they reached the edge that opened up into the nearby forest that would turn into Louisiana soon. Arizona was the first out, shaking herself to get the dirt off of her as New Mexico scampered out.
"That…was…repugnate…" Oklahoma rolled his eyes as he got out, running a hand through his hair to check for debris.
"Shh! C'mon, just a couple of yards till we get to our capitals." Capital's as in the names of their horses*. Arizona took off in a quick sprint and sighing Oklahoma followed, to the annoyance of the left behind New Mexico. By the time he caught up, the third to youngest state was on the back of a chestnut stallion called Phoenix and Oklahoma was just climbing onto his own bay colored horse, Oklahoma City.
"Thanks for leaving me behind, idiotas…"
"Whoa City…sorry Miguel." Arizona wrinkled her nose at Oklahoma's comment.
"Do we have to use our names?"
"Yes Abigail." Said both of her brothers at the same time as New Mexico got on the back of his paint horse called Santa Fe. She scowled in response but luckily didn't comment; only spurred her horse straight into a gallop. The two brothers shared a look before bursting off in laughter and took off after their little sister across the land. After a couple of minutes, they were at the border and slowed down after crossing it.
"We're now in voodoo territory boys, let's call Luce!" shouted Arizona over her shoulder, grinning like a idiot.
"No need to chere." Said a new voice, right to the left of them.
"Holy-!" Arizona's cry was cut off by an angry hiss and a flying black object hitting her. "Son of a-" Oklahoma and New Mexico started to laugh at the sight of the angry black cat that was attacking their sis. Its owner was sitting nearby, a very French-like smile resting on the raven haired woman's face.
"Hola Louisiana!" said New Mexico, bringing Santa Fe to a stop by her. Louisiana stood up, resting a hand on her hip as she tossed hair in an even more French manner.
"Bonjour New Mexico, Oklahoma and Petite leave Arizona alone, s'il vous plait." The black cat that had just finished mauling at Arizona's arms jumped off and padded back to his owner looking very smug to the girls chagrin.
"Demonio gato…" she muttered, angry amber-brown eyes glaring at the black menace that one of their older siblings doted on.
"He's not a demon cat Ari, now do you want my help or not?" The three turned to stare at the now mischievous looking southern state.
"Do you have a faster way to Dad's than horseback or hitchhiking?" asked Oklahoma, looking down at his sister who was full out grinning now. He didn't know whether to be worried or relieved. After all the hell one of the closest states geographically to him had to go through, she had been struggling to smile and be her usual happy self. She jerked her thumb to something behind her, just out of their view in the shadows. The first to see and recognize it was New Mexico and a grin lit up the usually annoyed boys face in pure elation.
"Tony!"
Okay! That's the first part to this, the next should be posted up soon since I have it already halfway typed. Review please!
Tomate lindo- Cute tomato
¿Estás seguro de esto?- Are you sure about this
en serio cabreado- Seriously pissed off
Mariquita-sissy
Cholo-offensive word against Mexican's
Hermana-Sister
Mala idea- Bad idea
Una idea realmente mala-A really bad idea
Hermano-Brother
Muy enojado-very mad
Dios lo maldiga- Goddammit
Idiota(s)- Idiot(s)
Repugnate-Disgusting
*The speckled feathers in Arizona's hair are the feathers of her state bird, a cactus wren. She pulled them out cause she didn't want them getting caught in the vent when she crawled in.
*This is a total quote from a comedian here, I just had to throw it in.
*The Rio Grande is a river bordering Texas and Mexico, technically the largest in Texas.
*Spidey Senses is the term my family uses for some of our relatives who seem to figure out when one of us is hurt or getting into mischief just by gut instincts. My grandma is a prime example of this.
* Pretty much any and every animal the states own are named after the state's capitals. The only notable exceptions are Alaska's pet wolf (Sasha) and Louisiana's evil cat (Petite). Emphasis on evil. Florida and Arizona's both had some funny run-ins with the 'cat from hell'.