Silly States of the US of A

"All right!" America looked at the other Allied nations. "Any questions?"

"I have one good one," England looked at his former colony, "Who in all of bloody Eurasia has a pterodactyl? ALSO. How are we supposed to fly on it, git?"

"Because we're just that cool." America took out another hamburger, "So! We know the plan. Who has a pterodactyl?" Canada looked up from where he was being unnoticed. "Uh…I have-"

"L'Angleterre, what is that noise?" France was inching closer "Because I know that you seem to know everything in the world…"

"France, is it that difficult, aru? Obviously somebody is running over here, aru. The question is who it is, aru."

At that moment, two younger looking nations ran in. A girl with golden blond hair was holding a baseball bat, running after a boy with messy black hair and a Nantucket looking thing like America. They were currently running in circles around the table, yelling back and forth.

"NEW YO'K! YOU A'E SO DEAD WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON YOU!" The girl yelled at the boy, who looked thoroughly scared of her.

"WELL IS IT REALLY MY FAULT?"

YO'K IT'S ALWAYS YOU' FAULT!"

"AAAALFREEEEED! SHE'S TRYING TO KILL ME WITH A BASEBALL BAT!"

"Ooooh…" America instantly recognized the two children. "What did you do this time, Nate?"

"W-what? Me? I didn't do anything!" the girl stopped behind him, watching with her baseball bat.

"Yeah, t'y telling that to Delewhe'e. He neve' lies." She then looked over at England, seeming to start to remember who he was.

"Hey…wait a sec…" They both walked over to England. The boy looked at the actual country, and also seemed to remember.

"Arthur?" He looked confused for a few moments before it clicked. "Oh yeah… I KNOW YOU!" The yelling caught England off-guard, who stepped back, still examining the two.

"You're… New York…" he looked at the boy, then looking at the girl, "and…you are…Massachusetts?" England hoped he got the names right. It was hard remembering 13 of them. But for America to remember 50, plus Porter Rico? That, he could never do.

"Hey!" New York exclaimed excitedly. "You remembered my name! That is soo cool! Can you get Mass to stop running after me with a baseball bat?" He looked at Massatuchsetts, then New York, and finally to America.

"Should I even ask?" America smiled.

"You have no idea."

At that, several others entered. A boy who looked like a miniature America with green eyes, another with sandy blond hair cut a bit shorter, but with blue eyes. Along with them was another boy who looked similar to Canada. The three ran in, stopping at the door all at once.

"Uh…the mini-America straitened out. "S-sorry about those two. They sorta hate each other when it comes to sports." The taller blond also stood up strait, looking at England.

"England-san, its nice to see you again." He smiled, reminding England who he was without saying anything.

"Delewhere…? It is you." He smiled in return. "I'm glad one of you is sane."

"Yes, they can be a handful. Especially the 13 original…" he said, looking at the others.

"Um…" the one that looked like Canada walked over to New York. "I-I don't think that…uh…f-fighting with Massachusetts will really-"

"Who are you again?" He sighed, looking at New York.

"I'm Michigan…"

"Oh yeah!" America seemed to have just remembered the little northern state. "Now I remember who I was missing in head counts!"

"W-well, I guess it's-"

"It's Porter Rico!" the little mitten shaped state seemed to melt. Canada went over to him, petting him one the head.

"It's all right," he said, sighing, "I go through the same thing every day."

"Oh God…" New York suddenly seemed concerned over something. "Hey you guys! Where's Alexi?" The other states eyes widened.
"This is 'ealy bad. Whe'e would he be?" Hawaii walked in. she didn't need much of an introduction, seeing a grass skirt and flowers in her hair were enough to tell who she was.

"Where do you think he would be guys? Alexi went off to be a Russian providence of Canada again." She seemed worried at that. "I think he's actually going to pull it off this time, too..." The other states that were there looked around the room before hearing somebody.

"You are right. And yes, I was successful in this attempt. It is very good, oui?"

"NO WAY!" America was clearly in despair. "I BOUGHT YOU! YOU CAN'T GO BACK TO RUSSIA!"

"I'm not. Had you been listening to what I was saying, I am a Russian providence of Canada. You let me do this, oui?"

"You give Alexi to Canada now, DA?" Russia walked over to Alaska, who was holding a led pipe like Russia. He had a scarf like Russia and a Canadian sweater, which brought a thought to England, which he didn't think twice about asking.

"Y'know, Russia, Alas- er, Alexi looks like your kid with Canada or something…" America nearly died.

"Oui."

"Da."

"Oi, New York," Pennsylvania, the mini America, looked over at the others, "Any of you see Ohio? I'm a little worried that he's trying some weird mofia stuff…"

"Know what?" America stood up. "I have a special job for all of you!" Besides Alaska, who apparently doesn't like me… he thought to himself. "I want all of you to go fix all the bridges in America! This is a very important and heroic job, so I want all of you to go do what ever you can!" All the states left to go do so, but not without Massachusetts hitting New York one more time.

"Bloody heck, that was odd." England sighed.

"Ve, it was weird."

Oh, not again.