Hello! Yeah, a bit of a Hetalia obsessive fan right now. But, you know how it is. The characters are easy to use in stories, they're funny, there's so many of them, and you can have so many back stories back sense, you know?

Before you complain. YES, OC STORY.

Well, not exactly a story. A collection of one-shots/short stories. A whole bunch of things. It'll be funny, promise!

Anyway, Read and Review! Suggestions for ideas are always welcome.

This first Part is mainly an introduction, will probably be kind of short. also, this story has no schedule of releasing chapters. happens when it happens.

"Hahaha! Dude, you like, totally just fell on your ass." Alfred spouted. England grunted in annoyance as he managed to hoist himself up off the conference room floor, and whack America upside the head.

"I'd be more angry that you just made fun of me but I'm far more insulted by your butchering of MY language!" He shouted as they exited the room and out into the hallway. The meeting had just ended and since it was being held in America, Arthur usually stuck to his tradition of staying at Alfred's home for a while before taking a flight home. He got bogged down by jet lag very easily so he rather not rush himself.

"But dude, I don't speak British! I speak English!" He said. He got a punch to the arm.

"You speak American, you git. Which is a butchered version of what I speak correctly, English." He folded his arms as the two blonde descended the stairs to the front door of the building.

"Pfft, Right. Whatever you say man." Alfred dismissed everything he had just said, didn't he? He probably had done the same back when he was his colony. Oh the good old days..Back when he was on top of the world and his prized colony was right by his side.

"Hey, Want McDonalds on the way back?"

And now he had to deal with this.

Blast it all.

"No, that slop isn't even worth calling food. If you're so hungry I can make food for you when we get to your house."

"E-Ehehe..." Was it just him or did Alfred look paler all of a sudden? "No, That's alright. Let's just go."

When they finally got to America's house(one that the two of them were all too familiar with), England could feel his stomach grumbling. Perhaps he was hungry after all. He hoped America at least had something decent around.

They got to the front door and stopped when Alfred took out a Nerf gun from his back pocket and kicked the door open. It swung back into the empty threshold of the house and the blonde waited in a stance that seemed to say 'Shhh, I'm being an awesome ninja here'.

"What the bloody he-"

"AHHHHH!"

Orange foam darts began flying everywhere, whizzing this way and that. Arthur just stood there wondering what the hell was going on. Before long though, he got his answer when he followed America's retreating form up to the second floor.

"Uff! Damn it! Get off!" Someone shouted. It sounded, strange. It defiantly wasn't Alfred. The accent was just too different, also the tone. Though it wasn't a kid, and it wasn't anyone he could identify. He snuck around the corner and peeked his head into the hallway.

Alfred was sitting on the floor laughing next to a slightly shorter, sandy blonde haired boy. He was dressed in dark jeans, black converse, and a purple T-shirt under an unzipped, slightly baggy gray hoodie. His complexion was fair, but no chiseled features, along with a pair of light green eyes. His hair was a familiar shade of blonde, and looked a bit like his own(though that wasn't really anything special) except he had a cowlick protruding from his hair. All in all, the kid had very familiar features.

"Oh, hey Artie! Come'ere!" Alfred got up and waved him over. He saw the other blonde visibly tense as he heard the atrocious nickname Alfred had given Arthur.

"It's Arthur. Please, cut it out with your silly nicknames."

"Sure Sure, whatever Artie. Anyway, this is Ian! He's..mh, well, why don't you say the rest." he stumbled after introducing the boy, Ian, after the first name. It was curious. Maybe he had to hide something? But Alfred was always one to blurt things out anyway. Why make this any different?

Getting a closer more direct view he looked about 17 or 18 years old(in human appearance anyway). maybe this was one of Alfred's older states? Did states even have personifications?

"So,...Arthur." Ian began.

"Yes, Arthur Kirkland, The United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland." He heard the boy scoff under his breath at the introduction. He turned to America.

"Why'd you have to bring the Brit here?" he asked. "Now the car is gonna smell of tea isn't it."

The way he said car sounded strange. The a was stressed too much. Where did he hear people talking like that? Somewhere in America, but where again? O-Oh! Arthur internally applauded himself for remembering.

"Ohh! That's right! 'park the car in Harvard yard!' So you're..Massachusets? Boston?"

SLAM.

"FUCK OFF. DAMN BRIT. I'M NEW ENGLAND."

"Ian! dude, Chill out!" That was the last thing Arthur heard before he passed out from being kicked in the bollocks.

In the adorably arrogant land of the United states. There are of course, 50 states. However there are also certain groups or regions of states that fall under one name.

Some like The Four Corner States...

"Dude, I'm in 4 states, at once!"

...The Great Plains,..

"Yaay Grass!- Hey wait. where is everybody?"

and of course, New England

"I'm wicked awesome, so piss off!"

New England is made of six states on the Eastern Coast of the United states( Connecticut, Maine, Massachusetts, New Hampshire Rhode Island, and Vermont).

The majority of these states were all existing before the American Revolution. Sadly, England personally can never remember he even existed, even though he caused quite a bit of trouble for him.

"Hey, Ian! Come on out!"

"Alfred, who are you talking to?"

"Ian!"

"Who?"

Though, perhaps it was best England didn't remember.

"asshole... Not remembering me.."

It's okay New England. We still love you.

This is a character a few friends and I made up(we're New Englanders, yeah..Haha) at school, and I decided to make a small collection of stories and such involving him. I thought it'd be fun.

Things won't always be in this format, but once in a while I'll put in little sections like the last section of this first chapter that was in italics. It'll be little quirky info, like how it is in the show!

How you enjoyed, and if I get stereotypes wrong about the New England states I'm sorry, I'm only from one of them you know. Also, don't take offence to the stereotyping in this because 1) I'm making fun of the people who think these things 2) it's all in good fun and 3) ITS HETALIA.

So, Now that that's over. Review! Please?