I made a mistake last chapter! It wasn't England who chased Sweden and Finland out of America; it was Netherlands (or Holland at he time). I miss read the passage on where I got the information from, and when I was rewatching he Hetalia series this weekend I found out it was in fact Netherlands, not England. Alright, back to the story!

~ State Conference Hall Three Weeks Later

A girl with dirty blonde hair stroked her cat as the chaos unfolded around her. States were everywhere, fighting, yelling, and breaking things. The Louisiana Purchase states were at standoff with the Royal Colonies while the Dakota twins were yelling at Montana for stealing their wallets, though the dark skinned state refused to admit how the wallets had gotten onto the stand behind him. America was even taking part in the mayhem as he cheered on the fight between Texas and New York, switching sides when the other showed signs of winning. Nevada was making bets with anyone who was paying attention.

Maine sighed and fiddled with the toothpick in her mouth. Why must the other states be so loud? Her gaze wandered to the few states that were staying out of the fights. Hawaii was playing a game on her Nintendo (most likely Pokémon), Ohio was eating a hot dog, and Utah was trying to get America to calm everyone down, but like said before, he was busy cheering on the fight.

Maine's zoning out was interrupted when her Maine Coon, Augusta, jumped out of her arms and ran out the door. She yelped in fright and ran after him, dodging the random flying objects and jumping over Alabama's low flying toy rocket. The state reached the hallway, and in seeing her cat's tail, ran down the hallway after him. Maine struggled to keep up with the cat. She felt her lungs begin to tire from running through the halls and down a flight of stairs. She turned another corner and found Augusta sitting on a windowsill chirping at some small birds.

Maine sighed in relief and picked up the large cat. "Don't do that to me again, you naughty cat." She scolded. The cat meowed a sorrowful sound, leaving the short state feeling slightly guilt. She rubbed her head against the cats. "Alright, I forgive you." Maine started walking back to the Conference Room, though she was slightly scared to return. She was very naïve and was often tricked by her siblings. Sometimes, a few minutes after one sibling would trick her, another would come up to her and do the same trick, only to have Maine fall for it again like a sucker.

The dirty blonde threw her toothpick on the ground and pulled a fresh one out of a container she carried. The feeling of soft processed wood in her mouth calmed the state down. "Where the bloody heck is that room?" Maine froze. The voice sounded a lot like Massachusetts when he was in a foul mood, but he was still in the Conference Room, right?

"But England, haven't you been here before?" a French voice asked.

"Yes, but the building has gone through renovation since then. I don't know why America needed to move all the rooms around, they were perfectly fine before." Maine began to panic. Why are they here? She thought and looked around frantically. I have to get back to the others before they find me! She ran up the hallway as quietly as she could. She turned left and almost screamed. Standing in front of her was almost thirty of the major countries of the world. What did I get myself into?

Italy, who had been at the rear of the group, noticed Maine first. "Kitty!" He ran to Maine and started stroking Augusta's head, causing the cat purred from the attention. The other countries saw this and crowded around Maine.

"And who, pray tell, are you?" England questioned.

"Uh…" Maine felt her knees begin to clatter. Italy stopped petting the cat and looked at her.

"Is something wrong ragazza?" he asked. Maine looked to him with wide eyes. Her mind was screaming Run! Run like he does!

Germany must have recognized this look from training Italy so often, because he pushed past the countries that blocked his path (Spain and China) and yelled, "She's going to vun!"

And that's what Maine did. She ran like an Italian back the way she came and up a flight of stairs until she had slammed the door of the Conference Room behind her. The majority of the states hadn't moved since Maine had left, so when the door slammed shut many of them screamed from shock. A teen with soft green eyes walked over to Maine's side. "What's wrong hun?"

"Th-there are countries here!" Maine managed to say between gasps of air.

The states looked in horror at the younger girl. "You mean you saw them?" A boy with bright blonde hair asked.

Maine nodded her head. "I almost ran into them."

"Cool!" the blonde cheered, punching the air.

"Vermont, I don't think that is a good thing," another boy said as he pushed his glasses further onto his nose.

Vermont looked back at him with his arm still in the air. "Why not Colorado?"

"Those countries aren' even 'pposed to know we 'er!" A girl with dusty blonde hair stated.

Muttering erupted from the states. A girl who had been drinking a cup of coke set the glass down. "Dad, do you know why they're here?"

America, who had been quietly hiding in the corner of the room, trying to avoid attention, laughed and rubbed the base of his neck. "Ha, yeah, I kind-of sort-of forgot to tell you dudes."

"Tell us what?" Hawaii asked, putting her game away.

America was silent, then said. "After I got home from the World Conference a few weeks ago, England called me. He said that there were some countries that wanted to talk to me."

"Do you know what they want?" Colorado pushed.

America shook his head. "No, and the only thing that was different was when I got the phone call from Missouri."

Missouri jumped out of his seat. "Was anyone 'round when ya'll talked tah me?"

"Well, England was there, but only at the very end of the conversation."

Missouri gaped. "Pa! You kept sayin' New Jersey and mine's name! If England was there long enough-"

"He would know we're around." Delaware finished. A heavy feeling set inside Maine's heart. Uncle Canada had known of his nieces and nephews for a while, but he was so kind that they didn't need to worry if he would use the knowledge to his advantage. However, if the other countries knew of them and tried to take them back, America would vanish at the start of the invasion, leaving the states alone to defend themselves, and it wouldn't be the first time either. At the start of the Revolutionary War, America had disappeared because the country was so divided in their opinions whether to stay colonies or be independent. The states had to defend the land by themselves until George Washington came into the picture. After he took charge, America had reappeared, loosing any memory he may have had of where he went. Later in the Civil War, America had vanished shortly after South Carolina split from the Union. Their father hadn't reappeared until Pennsylvania found him laying in the bodies of soldiers at Gettysburg.

"So why are we here again?" said Hawaii.

America chuckled a little. "Well, you're going to laugh when you hear this, um, I scheduled this conference right before I met with the countries to tell you I was going to have a conference with them, but I kind-of forgot." America trailed off. A sheepish grin crept onto his face.

"That's so stupid!" said New Jersey. "Even stupider then Missouri!"

"Don't call me stupid, sonkey!" Missouri hollered back.

"Well it's not completely my fault." America continued. "I was distracted by New York and Texas."

"Don't blame this on us!" A tall curly haired boy and a dark blonde boy yelled in unison.

Suddenly there was pounding on the door. Maine watched wide-eyed as Vermont, who was the closest, slowly opened the door. "Virginia?"

"Yes it's me, now let me in!" Vermont stepped back and allowed a thin girl to come in. Her brown hair was under a black beanie the same color as her clothes. Black war paint was stroked under her amber eyes, making her look much more threatening then what Maine knew her to be. Virginia pulled her hat off and threw it to Vermont. "Anybody else know there were countries here?" she demanded. When she saw her siblings all nod their heads Virginia slammed her foot to the ground. "Well then why didn't you tell me? I almost slammed into Germany with a door!"

"How?" Maine asked quietly.

Virginia crossed her arms. "I was running late this morning, getting caught in the traffic downtown and all. When I came into the building, the Axis were right there by the door, and I almost hit Germany with the door. Because I wasn't thinking, I apologized and ran off before they could ask me about my clothes or whom I was. Then, I came here, only to find out that everyone else knew that countries were here and no one bothered to tell me!"

"Well that's what you get from Americans, simply unreliable." Maine watched as England walked into the room, followed by the many other countries. The states that were near the door quickly shuffled to the far side of the room, closer to where America stood. Their father walked to the front of the group defensively and motioned for Alaska. He hurried to America's side where his father whispered something into his ear. Maine's brother nodded his head then ran over to Rhode Island.

New York, who was on the other side of the table from Maine, threw a cup at England, hitting him on the side of the head. "Ha! Hit him with the cheese*" He cheered amongst the laughter.

England rubbed the spot where the cup hit him and glared at the dark blonde. "Why you-"

"Easy dude," America said while running over to him, putting his hands on the older country's shoulders. "That's just New York for you."

"But he hit me!" England whined. "And with a cup!"

Maine noticed Alaska and Rhode Island walking over to her with Florida, Oklahoma, and Massachusetts by their side. "Maine, Dad wants us to leave once the countries move away from the door." Alaska said.

Maine cocked her head. "Why?"

Alaska grimaced and looked away, leaving Rhode Island to speak. "Dad doesn't want us smaller states to be around incase a fight starts. He also doesn't want Alaska near Russia since there's been tensions with some bomber planes trying to fly through the border, and Massachusetts will be bound to try and hurt England."

"Of course I would try!" The stocky boy said. "He deserves it!" Maine smiled at her older brother. Massachusetts never stopped complaining about England, though the two were much alike. Sometimes he wouldn't talk for weeks because his voice reminded him so much of his former owner.

While the group of them had spoken, America had managed to get the nations to sit down. The blonde country hurried over to the cluster of states. "Yo, you dudes can head home now, our meeting is over." He said with what looked like a strained smile. Though there was much protesting, eventually the majority of the states left the room. Massachusetts, who had lingered a little longer, was caught by England.

"Aren't you the little bloke that kicked me in the shin?" He asked.

Massachusetts smiled. "You bet I am."

A creepy smile crossed England's face. "You're a bit shorter now since I saw you last, aren't you?"

The state fumed in rage. "I was split!" He kicked England as hard as he could in the shin then ran off, leaving the country jumping one legged in pain screaming bloody murder at Massachusetts.

~ With America

America smiled as he watched Massachusetts run out of the room. I knew he'd do that. America thought. I can never control my kids. Maybe Canada was right to let me practice with his? England, who was still cradling his shin, hopped back to the table and eased his way into his seat. "Your bloody kid kicked me, and you didn't bother to do anything!"

America shrugged. "Dude, what do you want me to do? Mass never listens to me."

England's eyes widened. "That little bugger was Massachusetts?" America nodded his head like it was the most natural thing in the world, and it was, for him at least. The green-eyed country sighed and set his head in his hands. "No wonder he kicked me all those years ago…"

"Courd we prease start the meeting?" Japan asked.

"All right then." England stood up, a dark looking filtering into his eyes. "America, you have annoyed us to our peak. Now that we have discovered these states existence, we have decided to take back our land and the people who came to your country." Every nation rose to their feet, all sending a deadly glare towards America. "United States of America," England began, "from now util the end, every country in this room will be your enemy. America, we declare war."

America couldn't believe what he was hearing, his stomach churning with shock and fear. "Wh-what do you mean dude?" He asked, though he already knew the answer.

"Just what he zaid, Amerique." France answered. "Everyone here in zhis room will be fighting against you and your states."

America staggered backwards. Why do they want war? Sure I've been kind-of annoying, but war? The feeling of dizziness stuck his body like a lightning bolt. His body began to pulse with anxiety. They can't do this! They can't do this to my people! A migraine shook his head, coming as rapidly as a stroke or heart attack. America couldn't keep his body strong and collapsed to the floor. Is his agony he looked to the door. There, peaking through the doorway was the dark skinned Montana, looking at his father in horror. What about him? What about his siblings? America thought. They'll fight through this… alone. The country's body contoured in pain. He couldn't stand it any more and bellowed out a cry he had only done twice before. The last thing America saw was a blinding white light before everything was gone.

~ Downstairs, Five Minutes Earlier

"Montana, give us back our wallets!" South Dakota demanded. He and his brother North Dakota approached him after America told the states to leave.

Montana smiled cheekily. "I told you boys I didn't take 'em."

North Dakota snorted. "Yeah right, now hand them over."

Montana sighed in defeat and reached for his pockets. "Alright. I put them here in my back…" Montana patted his pockets, not believing what he felt. He looked up at the Dakota Twins then back behind him. "Oh no, no, no, no, no!"

The twins raised their eyebrows. South Dakota crossed his arms. "Well?"

Montana looked back at his brothers. "I must have left them on the stand back in the conference room!"

"What?" The twins yelled. "You have to get them back!"

"But the countries are in there!" Montana defended.

"Doesn't matter." said South Dakota. "You left them there, you get go them."

Montana looked between the two. "But, but, err, fine. Go find my car and wait there." The twins nodded and walked off, leaving Montana to his own demise. Montana slowly walked back to the Conference Room. "What am I going to do?" He asked himself out loud. "They'll be having a serious meeting, and dad'll probably not let me in." The dark skinned teenager sighed as he approached the room. He could hear England's voice from the other side, but the nation's voice had a dark tone to it. Curiously, Montana slowly opened the door.

"United States of America," he heard England say, "from now until the end, every country in this room will be your enemy. America, we declare war."

Montana lost his balance, almost falling into the room. War? Why? "Wh-what do you mean dude?" He heard his father ask, though Montana knew America realized exactly what was happening.

"Just what he zaid, Amérique." The French voice of France said. "Everyone here in zhis room will be fighting against you and your states."

Montana watched through tears as his father fell to the ground. This can't be happening! Montana thought. He watched America twist in pain. The blonde country suddenly looked up at him, and Montana knew exactly what was happening, though he had never seen it before. He's going to vanish, just like before! Montana realized. He heard a heart-wrenching cry from America. Montana could barley hold himself from running to his father and comforting him. He looked away as a blinding light surrounded America. When he looked back, his father was gone.

Montana couldn't move from the spot where he stood. He couldn't believe what was happening. The world declared war on them, and America had vanished. Montana knew he couldn't stay for long, as he might be discovered and be taken prisoner. Montana shut the door as quietly as he could then ran down the hallway.

Montana found the twins standing by his car like he had told them to earlier. North Dakota saw him approach and crossed his arms. "Did you get our wallets?"

"No, I didn't" Montana said between gasps.

"Why you!" South Dakota shouted. "Why didn't you get them?"

Montana froze. Now's the time to tell them. North Dakota must have seen the look in his eyes. "Montana, what happened?"

Montana almost wished he hadn't stolen their wallets that morning. He didn't want to be the one to spread the dreadful news. "D-d-dad's g-gone."

The Dakota twins starred at him with wide eyes. "What do you mean, he's gone?" North Dakota asked.

"Just what I said." Montana took a moment to rub his eyes. "Dad vanished, just like the older ones said happened in the Revolution and the Civil War. There was a bright light, and when it faded away, Dad was gone." Montana hated this. His brothers began to cry in front of him. He patted his brothers' backs, wishing to join them but trying to stay strong. "That's not the only thing, though."

South Dakota rubbed his nose. "W-what do you mean?"

"Dad vanished, because the countries have declared war on us." Suddenly the window of the car shattered. Montana looked back towards the building and saw Germany pointing a gun in their direction. "Get in the car!" He screeched. Montana threw the car door open and pushed his brothers inside. He ducked at another sound of the gun blasting, then crawled into the driver's seat, slamming the door behind him. He turned the car on and screeched out of the parking lot, widely swerving to avoid the bullets that rained upon them. Montana looked in the mirror back at his brothers. "Call the others, tell them what's going on and to spread the word. We need everyone to know what's happening."

"But Monty," South Dakota said, leaning into the front half of the car, "what about the ones that don't have cell phones? If we call their home phones, most won't find out for another few hours, or even days until they get home!"

Montana swore under his breath. "Just tell the ones you get to get a hold of the others. They'll figure it out soon." South Dakota nodded and sank back into his seat.

North Dakota, who had started calling his siblings, put his hand to the speaker. "Montana, where do we meet?"

Montana flexed his hands on the steering wheel. "Tell them to meet at Area 51."

*Cheese- Baseball term for a fastball, or good fastball

SO here's the next chapter! I'd like to thank everyone for reading this and a very large thanks to those who have reviewed and followed this story. I love you guys! *Wipes away tears* Speaking of tears, America has disappeared (though if you actually read this you would know…)! This chapter was originally going to be the first chapter, but I didn't think some of the things made sense without another chapter to explain it.

I am going to try and post a chapter every Thursday, but I can't promise that will always happen.

Facts Time!

~Maine Coons are from Maine (duh)

~Maine's capitol is Augusta (thus the name of the cat)

~The CIA Headquarters is located in Virginia a few miles from D.C.

~The youngest states (human age wise) are Maine, Rhode Island, Florida and Oklahoma.

~Maine used to be a part of Massachusetts, but (as I remember) a little before the Civil War, they needed more anti-slave states and Massachusetts was split, along with some other states and territories.

The focus sections are still up for request! The next chapter is focusing mainly around Maryland (though here's is brief), West Virginia, and Ohio (Ohiyou is what I think of when ever I say Ohio (: )!