I totally want someone to draw the first paragraph. I would love to see that! :D Okay sorry I was gone for so long but life decided to get annoying really fast. So I won't bore you with a lame AN up here, go ahead and read, although checking out the names below might help.
States that are formally introduced this chapter:
Georgia Atlanta Grace Caldwell-Jones- State of Georgia
Alaska Juno Alexei Jones- State of Alaska
Hawaii Honolulu Hibiscus Jones- State of Hawaii
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia characters, just the OC's and plot.
England stood, eyebrow twitching and all, staring at the airplane that had mysteriously appeared at his airport. "First the airplane…" he started pointing at the airplane before spinning around. "Then the FROG?" England pointed at the grinning France who was standing with six other nations who all had some form of luggage and such.
"Bonjour angleterre~! My you seem to be having a lovely morning, non?" chuckled France, producing a rose from God knows where.
"What the bloody hell are you all doing in my country and how did you get a plane here without me noticing?"
"Are you getting both senile and blind in your old age angleterre?"
"You are older than me Frog!" Japan quickly interceded between the two, trying to prevent an all out brawl from breaking out.
"Ah England-san! We were told to come here for the plane to America." He said, holding his hands up in his defense. England raised an eyebrow.
"America? Why on Earth are you all visiting that idiot?"
"Uhh…" At that moment the plane's door hatch opened and a young woman with long, wavy brown hair jumped out and approached them.
"Hello! So y'all are the countries?" she asked, her voice tinged with a southern drawl. Italy jumped over to her, grinning.
"Ciao bella! Sì we are! I'm Italy and this is Germany," He pointed excitedly at the sighing blond. "That's his brother Prussia and the brown haired guy next to him is Austria!" Prussia grinned and Austria looked ready to smack him. "Then there's China and the guy separating France and England is Japan!" Japan and China bowed while England scowled. France of course tried to kiss her hand, which the woman skillfully dodged.
"It's great to finally meet y'all! We've meet before but I was posing as America's secretary at the time. I'm Georgia!" Everyone stared. "Not the country. The state!"
"Well yes we realized that. Now onto more pressing matters…what are you all doing here to get to America?" Georgia suddenly snapped her fingers, digging around in her pockets for something.
"They gave me a note…now where did I put it…aha!" She pulled out a folded envelope out of her back pocket of her blue jeans. "The trio asked me to give this to you England." The Englishman cautiously took the envelope, opening it to take out the note:
Hi England! Yeah I know we really didn't get your permission to land and stuff but the plane's not going to explode I promise. You've been cordially invited to spend a month here in America getting to know us states. I promise the Thirteen won't bring up the revolution…much. Don't worry about clothes, I asked someone to pack for you so they're probably being put on the plane with the rest of the luggage as you read. See you in a couple of hours, Arizona
P.S. You don't have a choice in this. NOW FRANCE!
France pounced on top of England, somehow having a huge sack in hand, and stuffed the largely browed country into it. "Oh bullocks! Let me out of here you wanker!" screamed England as France closed the bag. While England had been reading, Georgia had helped put the luggage into the plane and everyone but France, herself and the captured England were in the plane.
"So that's what Ari meant when she said we'd have to be prepared with lots of crackers and tea. He sure can yell."
"I am being kidnapped you BLOODY fool and it is crumpets NOT crackers!"
"Whatever you say Grandpa." The bag stopped fidgeting for a moment.
"G-grandpa?" France stared at the frozen bag in hand before turning to Georgia.
"I think you broke him chere."
"I've already got my assistants warming up a pot of tea. Let's just get in the plane before the pilot takes off." France calmly carried the quiet bag onto the plane as Georgia stepped in behind him to close the door. "Start up the plane Flo!" She locked the door and wiped her brow, as if she was exhausted.
"Don't call me Flo!" replied a voice from the front of the plane.
All of the nations, excluding France who was still holding the bag containing England, were seated in some of the seats. Italy was chattering away to Germany who looked to be half listening-half eyeing Georgia warily. Prussia was being scolded by an irritated Austria, futilely as the albino was still shouting about how awesome he was. China was clutching his panda in his arms while talking to Japan. Japan though wasn't listening, only intently staring at the baggage piled nearby.
"Ah…Italy-san? I believe your bag is moving." He said, pointing at the rather large suitcase that seemed to be shifting slightly.
"Ve?" Everyone turned to stare at the baggage, watching as it moved again and some explicit words were muttered from it. {A/N Any guesses?...No?...Okay keep reading} The bag suddenly burst open, some shirts and pants flying out as well as a very angry man.
"Oh gott…" whispered Germany, face palming at the sight. Romano sat up, coughing as he glanced at all the nations. His brown gaze finally rested on Italy, who sheepishly rubbed the back of his head.
"You fucking idiota! What the crapola are you doing on a plane with the Potato Bastard? What the hell is going on you fucking moron?" he shouted, jumping to strangle his brother.
"Gah! Ro-Roma-no!" yelped Italy as his darker haired twin throttled him.
"Lovi~ Why did you jump out?" asked Spain, poking his head out of the suitcase.
"Like I wanted to stay in there any longer with you Tomato Bastard!" Georgia watched with a slightly amused, slightly annoyed expression.
"You remind me of my brothers Mr…uh Romano is it?" Romano looked up, seeing the pretty woman nearby. He let go of his brother's throat and stood up, taking her hand to lightly kiss it.
"Ah! Ciao bella! You can just call me Romano!" Georgia's whole face turned tomato red in seconds as she attempted to figure out just what had happened*.
"Ah…umm…I-I…"
"Romano, you shouldn't flirt with Georgia! Go over with Spain!" said Hungary, suddenly appearing next to him. This caused everyone besides Georgia to jump and eye the woman suspiciously.
"Erm…th-thanks Miss. Hungary." Georgia said, rubbing the back of her head sheepishly. She then turned back to the rest of the countries, a faint blush still on her face. "Miss. Hungary showed up here this morning with a bag so I just assumed someone asked her to come." This earned blank stares and an angry hiss from Prussia.
"What's the hold up Georgie?" asked a voice over the intercom, a slight Hispanic accent.
"Nothing Flo give me a second please. So you're countries too, want to come?" Her question was directed at Romano and Spain, who had finally gotten out of the suitcase.
"Come where?" asked Spain, still grinning like a maniac.
"America, it's just for a month. Either that or I have to toss you off the plane." Romano shrugged.
"Someone has to keep an eye on my idiota fratello. I'll come bella." Spain swung his arm around Romano's shoulders.
"Wherever my Lovi goes, I go!"
"I'm not your Lovi!" Georgia giggled and Hungary looked ready to take out a camera for pictures.
"Okay! Then everyone take your seats and I'll go tell the pilot to take off!" Apparently she was forever cheerful as she skipped to the front of the plane. Fifteen slightly less chaotic minutes later and the plane was in air on the way to America. Georgia had reappeared and looked ready to give an explanation.
"Georgia, can I let angleterre out of the bag now?" asked France, pointing to the bag strapped in the seat next to him.
"Sure. He can't exactly escape to anywhere anyway." The Frenchman calmly undid the bags strings, the cover falling to reveal a very pissed off England.
"Was that really necessary?" he commented, voice icy cold as he glared at both France and Georgia. She smiled, handing him a tea cup.
"Tea. Want sugar or sweetener?"
"No thank you, good strong tea will suffice." England took a sip of the brew. "American but will do. Now…" He turned and stared at all of the countries accusingly. "What the bloody hell is going on?"
"The states invited us to visit them in America!" said Italy, grinning a 100 watt smile.
"Although I thought you were informed…" Germany stared at Georgia who only shrugged.
"I just went with what I was ordered; those three can be very convincing. Now I guess formal introductions are in order? I'll start." Georgia stood up straight, smile ever widening as she placed a hand on her hip and faced the nations. "I'm the state of Georgia, the fourth oldest state and part of the original thirteen that were once colonies. I'm technically in charge but the Trio is pulling all the strings in this one. My assistants are around here somewhere…" Two heads suddenly appeared from around her legs, both looking vaguely familiar to the countries.
"You met me already, I'm Hawaii!" said the little black haired girl as she waved at them.
"Alaska." Said the other, looking solemnly at them.
"Eskimo smile and not the creepy become-one-with-Alaska grin you do to freak out Washington and Oregon." This earned a giggle from Hawaii who approached Austria.
"You look like my Big Sister Penny, are you related?" Austria raised an eyebrow.
"I do not know anyone named 'Penny' Miss. Hawaii." She crinkled her nose at the reply.
"I'm not a Miss I'm Hawaii!"
"You are a Miss Hibi*. So-" England exploded out of his seat, nearly dropping his tea onto the floor of the plane as he interrupted Georgia.
"Will someone just tell me what's going on?" This made the Georgian giggle but nod.
"I guess I should explain it for England's sake. You see, the Trio that crashed your meeting last week and revealed our remarkably well kept secret to y'all decided since the cat was out of the bag anyway, why not actually get to know the other countries. The only countries most of the states have met are Canada, Mexico and Cuba and no before you ask we weren't planning on telling Cuba. There's a pretty long story behind it but the shortened version is the Cuban missile crisis had a big part along with a very, very pissed off state that made it clear what happens when you threaten one of us Jones. But I'm so getting off topic aren't I?" She scratched the back of her head as she laughed.
"You're acting like Dad again." Commented Alaska, walking over to stand next to Austria. Sometime during Georgia's talk Hawaii had climbed onto Austria's lap and was trying to make the man smile by poking him. If you couldn't guess, she wasn't succeeding very much. He looked like he wanted her to get off but at the same time didn't know how.
"Sorry Eskimo, chatterbox me you know. Now I'm guessing Arizona told you that you're going to meet all the states right?" This earned several nods. "Good. She zones off more than me. So the plan is for us to land and meet up with the Trio in Palm Beach before starting the road trip across the states. I hope those three will actually stay at the airport instead of sneaking off again…"
"You're worried? They're in my state!" said the voice over the intercom indignantly.
"I know Flo. That's Florida by the way, you'll meet him when we land. We're going to be traveling around in this really nice tour bus or at least that's what the trio told me. It'll accommodate us all and we should be able to meet everyone within a month then you guys can go straight to your meeting! It works out great! " England scowled as she finished.
"And America honestly let you all do this? What is going through that idiots mind?"
"Well actually Al doesn't know y'all are coming." England stared at her, blinking several times before he started searching his pockets for something.
"Where the bloody hell is my cell phone?" he hissed, searching for the electronic. At that moment Alaska calmly walked back up to Georgia.
"Here." He handed her over half a dozen cell phones; including the one England was fervently searching for.
"Thanks Alaska. Now," She shifted her olive green gaze to the island nation of the British. "I want to hear no more curse words around my little siblings, okay?" Her smile turned very creepy in seconds, as a faint purple, Russia like aura appeared around her. The sudden creepiness the young brunette gave off was as terrifying as the Russians, maybe even more so since it was so sudden*.
"Ye-yes ma'am!" squeaked England, looking effectively terrified. Germany face palmed as he watched the scene. Hawaii was still in the Austrian's lap, not affected by the anger her elder sister was sending off in waves as she continued to poke Austria. Alaska calmly sat on the floor by them shrugging when his eyes met Germany's. Apparently this was normal. He sighed, turning to look out the window of the plane. He now understood why Arizona warned them to not be fooled by appearances. If this was just how three of the states acted normally, how would the countries handle the rest?
A bit of a filler chapter but it was necessary to introduce some things (And I just had to write England's reaction, it was too priceless). I always did imagine Romano a bit of a flirt around girls, around everyone else he's his usual self. Just a quick note, I know Arizona, NM, and Oklahoma actually didn't appear in this chapter but they will be in the next! If they left the states America would know it (He's kept a better tab on them because of the incident in Trio of the US of A) so they're waiting for Georgia to bring the countries over. It'll be fully explained in the next chapter. Florida will also be introduced next chapter, he's playing it safe flying the plane instead of joining the chaos. :) So, I know I haven't written a lot lately but reviews always make my day! See you next chapter!
Bonjour- Hello
Angleterre- England
Non- No
Gott- God
Ciao bella- Hello Beautiful
Fratello- Brother
Mon chere- My dear
*Georgia avoided France's kiss early but didn't for Romano's as she wasn't expecting another nation to just pop out of a suitcase, attempt to kill his brother and then kiss her on the hand.
*Hibi is short for Hibiscus
*Georgia has a quick temper that flares when she's being protective, it's pretty terrifying seeing her go from a nice, happy-go-lucky personality to a Russian-like aura with the sharpest tongue in the book. She can also curse like a sailor, courtesy of her neighbor South Carolina, she just prefers to keep her 'southern hospitality' and honesty instead. I hope that's clear in this…
