I'd like to thank everyone who has given advice for my state characters so far! I've gotten stuff about Utah, Idaho, South Carolina, West Virginia, Georgia, and Louisiana! If you guys have any more suggestions, please let me know!

Also, terrible proofreader, so please forgive me for missed grammatical errors. Oh yeah, and I'm not trying to pull off any accents, either, 'cause I just know that I'm gonna offend somebody. XD

And I think that's everything. Alright, so with that, let's see what England's up to, shall we?

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, but I wish I did because just about everything in this show is genius! I do own these state personification OCs, though, so I got that at least. :)


England was surprised. He hadn't known that his former colony's property was so big. Then again, he had fifty of his own charges to deal with nowadays and he needed the space, so it shouldn't come as that much of a surprise. He also had to admit that it was a very nice landscape. The grass on the hillsides was green and, though due to be cut, well-kept and pleasing to the eye. There were many flowers scattered around the area, giving the land some extra color. The forests were huge and vibrant with life. He could already hear a variety of birds and woodland creatures and he'd seen at least three or four deer since he'd started out. He kind of wished he'd brought Flying Mint Bunny along with him. As much as he hated to admit it, his little flying friend would love it here. Now that he thought about it, Tinkerbell might as well. He made a mental note to bring them with him the next time he had to come here.

The sunlight shown through the leaves of the canopy as he made his way into the peaceful forest, relishing the soft breeze as it lightly blew through his hair. It really was a nice day out, today. If only he had the time to enjoy it. Oh well, he would while he could, before he came across the first of those little hooligans. Of course, much to his displeasure, that didn't take long.

And of all things, he was greeted by a bullet.

BANG! England was violently startled out of his thoughts as he felt lead pass by just a couple centimeters from his ear, imbedding itself in a nearby trees. He had ducked out of the way just in time. Countries knew war better than anyone, so it was a mere reflex to react in such a way at this point. He then gawked at the bullet hole left in the poor tree that just happened to be in the projectile's path. It was a decently sized hole, and that would have easily knocked him out of commission for a long time.

"Who has the audacity." England hissed through his teeth, though he already had an idea of who it could be. He just didn't know which one.

Just please don't let it be one of the original thirteen. He thought.

"Well, look who came by to say hi! How's it going, Iggy?"

Of course it was one of the original thirteen.

England turned his head slowly, his eyes falling on the all too familiar figure that was Virginia. Her blonde hair fell past her shoulders, well kept and shining as always. Freckles decorated her face, making her blue eyes seem as it they were glowing. She really was something else.

But England couldn't care less, because right now, he was dealing with one of the most fake friendly welcomes he'd ever seen.

England sighed. "Hello, Virginia. It's good to see you." He was lying through his teeth. He could never explain why, but out of all of the states, she was one of the worst for him. "I imagine you are doing well?"

"Sure was," she smiled brightly, "Until you showed up."

"It's good to know that I'm welcome within your home." he growled, subconsciously rubbing his ear that was almost shot off(by her, no doubt).

"What's going on over here?" someone called, appearing from the thick bushes. England blinked. He hadn't noticed Arkansas at all. The boy seemed to always be wearing some form of camouflage. He'd never seen him without it, anyway. His normally dirty blonde hair, currently a much darker hue, was in complete disarray, probably having not seen a brush or shower in weeks, along with the effects of mother nature after crawling around in the woods all day. He was chewing on a toothpick as he casually leaned his favorite shotgun against his shoulder.

He looked up at England in surprise. "Oh. Howdy, Iggy."

"It's England!" he shouted. Arkansas was completely unaffected by him raising his voice. It might have been that he was used to it by now. In fact, all of them were.

"'Kay. Virginia, quit pestering him. He already has to deal with papa." he chuckled. England gave him such an appreciative look that Arkansas almost spit out his toothpick from wanting to laugh.

Virginia was about to say that she was only having fun(and fueling an almost two century old grudge), but she backed down, not really wanting to argue with Arkansas. Besides, she knew what she wanted to do, now.

"Where are you going?" Arkansas called after her.

"Don't worry about me, bro! I'm just done for today is all! I've been taking all the kills, anyway."

Arkansas scowled. "Stuck up snob. I know she doesn't mean to be, but-" he said.

"She's just too good at everything?" England questioned.

"Exactly... So what's your story?" Arkansas suddenly asked.

England glanced at him, then looked away. "I'd rather explain at a later time, Arkansas."

Arkansas's scowl returned. "Okay, first of all, it's Arkan-SAW, not ArkansaSSSSSSSSSSS." he emphasized. "Get my name right and I'll get yours."

England was about to retort when he was cut off. "Second, your in no hurry, so I doubt that you can't tell me now. So what's up?"

After a moment of staring at the somewhat irritated state, England sighed in defeat. "Well, if you must know, Arkan-SAW, I am here to look after you and your other siblings while America deals with something with his boss. There. Happy?"

"Yes." Arkansas smirked. "See? That wasn't so hard, now was it, England?"

England huffed in annoyance, the smirk, now a grin, seemingly mocking him. "Do you all have to be this insufferable?"

"Sure do." Arkansas informed him as a small group of other states followed up behind him. They must have all been in one group out hunting, which would explain Virginia having a gun to potentially take out an unsuspecting personification with.

There were five other states with him. The first that England noticed was Mississippi with his blonde hair and surprisingly nice smile. England had once said that if Mississippi was properly taught, he would make a fine gentleman. He really would. With his personality, given the right grooming and instruction, he could probably get away with pretending to be British. He just wouldn't be allowed to talk, because there was how America butchered the English language, then there was how most of his southern states butchered the English language, and then there was Mississippi. Mississippi didn't butcher the English language. Oh no. He wouldn't even describe what he did to it. That and he was raised by America. England couldn't help but sigh. Such lost potential.

The next two were Michigan and Wisconsin. Michigan, with his nicely combed platinum hair, would also make a good gentleman, though it didn't suit him as naturally as it did Mississippi, but hope was not lost for him. Michigan could be quite rational most of the time, from what he'd seen, and when he wasn't covered in oil and grime from all those automobiles he busied himself with, he fit the criteria in appearance. Wisconsin, on the other hand, was a lost cause from the beginning. His spiky ginger hair would stick out which ever way it chose for that time and his personality was just annoying to England. Some may disagree, him being a charismatic individual and all, but England didn't really care. And what was with that unhealthy obsession with cheese of all things, anyway? It was disgusting!

Which reminded him. At some point in time, he'd promised to get him Swiss cheese from Switzerland for something, didn't he? Hopefully, he didn't remember.

Then there were two girls with them. Wyoming and Montana, if he remembered correctly. He also had opinions that differentiated between the two. In all honesty, he like Wyoming more. She had beautifully long black hair with eyes of a similar color and was uncharacteristically quiet and reserved for an American. It truly was a nice change of pace. She liked being by herself, so consequently, she left him alone. Montana, on the other hand, was Ms. Rough and tough mountain climber who couldn't stand the idea of taking it easy and if you so much as rested a single muscle and not working your hardest, her rants were some of the most difficult things to ignore. Seriously, good grief.

"Hey, it's Iggy!" Montana called. Arkansas nearly died from laughing at the possibly fatal glare that England was now giving them all.

"Hi!" Mississippi greeted him warmly. "How's it been?"

"Fine, thanks." said England. At least Mississippi was nice.

England was then startled by Wisconsin jumping on him, hanging his arm heavily around England's neck and nearly throwing them both to the ground. "Hiya, England! What's up? Hey, about that cheese, by the way-"

"Please not now." England growled, causing Wisconsin to leap away and the unexpectedly threatening gesture.

Meanwhile, Wyoming just watched silently from behind them.

"So," Montana started, "What are you doing here? We don't see you around here very often."

"He's our babysitter." Arkansas joked. England turned bright red as the five of them laughed at him. "He's gotta go round up some more of us, so do anyone of y'all know where more of us are to find?"

Wyoming raised her hand. "I saw Vermont and Oregon earlier. You could go with them, England. They went that way." she pointed him the right direction. "I can take you if you want."

England stopped her. "Thank you, Wyoming, but that won't be necessary. I'll find them on my own." He then turned to the rest of them. "I expect the rest of you to behave yourselves and not cause me anymore trouble than I already have to deal with. Understand?"

The rolling of eyes and devious smirks didn't comfort him in the slightest. "Sure thing, Igg- England. See? I remembered! Ha!" Arkansas strolled merrily back into the forest, the other five following close behind.

"Bye, England." Wyoming called. "You need to be nice to the others too, okay?" She then disappeared into the brush after her other siblings. England sighed as he continued on his way. Even a century later, he was still getting use to the existence of responsible and well-mannered Americans. Maybe they really could be respectable people if given the chance.

"AND DON'T FORGET THE CHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESE!"

Never mind.

-Hetalia!-

It didn't take him long to find the two states in question. Vermont and Oregon were indeed hanging around, literally, up in a tree for some reason. Washington was with them, he noticed. Vermont and Oregon were quite the spectacle. Vermont had long blonde hair that reached past his shoulders and he seemed to always be wearing that clunky greenish cargo jacket and a matching beanie. England often wondered if that jacket ever got washed. He probably slept with the thing. Meanwhile, Oregon had curly red hair and wore glasses(despite the fact that she didn't need them), and also liked beanies, apparently. England didn't talk to her much, as she talks about the environment a lot and he already had to deal with that at meetings. However, if there was one thing that he admired her for, it was her attention to detail. She could notice and pick up on things fast, and he had to give her credit for it.

Normally, the two would be hanging out with Minnesota(something about the hipster trio, whatever that was), but it was Washington who was with them today. He was easily recognizable with his straight platinum blonde hair and droopy eyes. An odd boy, he was, always sleeping and having a...sad appearance to him. Either that or he was just really mellow. Probably the latter. It was strange to see him outside when it wasn't raining. He loved the rain. That's all that England knew about him, though.

England approached the tree and knocked on the truck to get their attention. Two out of three looked down. Oh well, good enough. He hadn't come to see Washington, anyway.

"Hello, up there." he called. "I was wondering if I could speak to you. It shouldn't take too much of your time."

"Oh, hey, Iggy." said Oregon. England didn't even know he could scowl that deep. "What?... Oh. Oh, come on, Iggy. That nickname's adorable. You shouldn't be so offended by it. Yeesh."

"Don't "yeesh" me! I will have you know that I am your superior in age and I should be respected as such! I've had people calling me that all day and it is really starting to get on my nerves!"

"Dude, you just called yourself old." Washington mumbled from where he was laying before falling back asleep.

England's eye twitched.

"So what's up, besides us?" Oregon asked. Vermont was now sitting up, watching with interest as England regained his bearings and calmed himself down.

"Your caretaker asked me to watch all of you until he returned."

"He left?" Vermont asked with a hint of disappointment. "Oh man, we aren't all even at home together that often."

"Oh, don't fret, Vermont. It shouldn't be for much longer. He just needed to do something for his boss is all."

The two nodded before Oregon spoke up. "Okay, so why are you talking to us? You said you'd been looking for me and Vermont."

"Right. I was hoping that you could help me find some of the other states, if you don't mind. I've already come around the forest and found the hunters and I have an accomplice back at the mansion looking around there."

"Hmm." Oregon hummed as she and Vermont made their way down from their perches. She then pulled out a box of doughnuts out of what seemed like hammerspace and stuffed one into her mouth before offering them to her brother, who accepted it happily. She then held it out to England. "You want one?"

"No thank you."

Oregon tilted her head, not fully comprehending someone actually not wanting a doughnut. She then shrugged. "Your loss."

England huffed and tapped his foot impatiently as he watched the female state continue to stuff her face with her favorite pastries. Were all of these guys unhealthy slobs? (Short answer: No. Alternate short answer: It's called Massachusetts.) Cleaning herself off and putting her doughnut box away, Oregon promptly turned and walked past England, motioning for him to follow. Vermont cheerfully walked along side her, whistling the tune of Yankee Doodle. England couldn't help but roll his eyes at remembering that stupid song. Little known fact, England's own soldiers were the ones that came up with that song, and the purpose of it was to make fun of those foolish Americans, and at the time, he had found it hilarious. However, the idiot turn the tables on him completely, adopting the song as one of his own and taking pride in the jab at his self-esteem. Thus, it became somewhat of a patriotic theme for America, and it had annoyed England to no end. Looking back on it now, it was probably one of England's most immature moments, discovering how the joke had backfired and throwing a tantrum. Honestly, why were they, the countries, always so stupid about everything?

'Cause we're good at it, had once been America's response when China asked the same question. Some of his few words of wisdom, in all honesty.

"States spotted, dead ahead~." Vermont chimed, jogging along with Oregon as they made their way to a small hill in a wide open field. The sun seemed to shine on it in a manner that it almost looked sacred, but seeing the two states lounging around at the top, England doubted that such a description was all that accurate. At the top were a towel and a lawn chair, both occupied by a male and female state respectively. The boy was laying back comfortably with his legs crossed and hands behind his head. He wore sunglasses, hiding his sea blue eyes, and had his golden shoulder length hair messily strewn about under him. Meanwhile, the girl in the lawn chair, also wearing sunglasses, was sunbathing, the bleached streak in her otherwise brunette hair glowing in the sunshine. England sighed. He should have known better than to think that he'd find them doing anything productive when they didn't have to.

Vermont stood above the male state, smiling down at him. "Hello, California. You seem to be enjoying yourself. How are you?"

California lifted his sunglasses. "S'up, Vermont. I was just chilling in the sun, just now. Florida over there is getting a tan."

"Why are you guys wearing swimsuits?" Oregon asked confused. "You're in an open field, not the beach."

"The sun's all the same." Florida countered, winking at her. "We'll probably head for one of Virginia's beaches later. It's not my beaches, but hey, entire family get-togethers are rare outside of holidays, so why worry about it now?"

"Well, this means I can check two more off of the list."

Both states shot their eyes towards England in surprise, Florida sitting up and taking her glasses off. "Oh, hey. What are you doing here?"

"Long story, Florida." England smiled softly. "So, how has America been treating you? Have you enjoyed your time here?"

Florida grinned. "I like it better than Spain."

"That is the correct answer."

California rolled his eyes. England would asked both Florida and Louisiana that question every time he greeted them. Rivalries between personifications never truly die, do they?

It was around this time that England noticed a random wheelbarrow a few feet away. The reason for it being there? Who knows? It was just something that he happened to look at while he was standing there. Little did he know that he would be making unintentional use of the thing in about ten seconds.

England and the four states currently with him all suddenly heard the sound of a revved engine rapidly approaching them. In the time it took them all to turn around and see exactly what was making so much noise, there was the tire of a dirt bike practically in their faces. With a strangled cry, Florida threw herself into California as the bike came crashing into her chair. Vermont ducked to the left, looking back in surprise. Meanwhile, England and Oregon, who were standing in front of Florida, dove to the right, landing straight into the wheelbarrow with two resounding thuds.

Slightly dazed, England started to get back up, trying to regain his balance after landing so hard, when he felt himself lurching forward. England then got a good look at what was behind the small hill they were on, which actually dipped into a dangerously steep slope, which he realized was approaching him at an alarming rate.

Oregon reached the same conclusion as him instantly. "We're going down, aren't we?"

"..." England remained silent before cursing as the two were suddenly careening down the hill in the random wheelbarrow. Vermont, California, and Florida watched with interest as the screaming nation and state sped down the hill with no chance of stopping until they met an unceremoniously rough landing in a large ditch at the bottom. With blank stares, they turned to the state coming up behind them, taking off his helmet and looking past them sheepishly. Whipping his scruffy black hair out of the way and looking down with guilty brown eyes, he smiled apologetically.

California snorted. "Nice one, Colorado."

"...I'm sorry?"


This was a super long chapter, so I divided it into two parts. If my estimations are correct at this point, that will mean that this story should be, I'd say, five chapters long when it's complete, so stay tuned. Also, I'm still open to any advice for my states that anyone might have, so feel free to share ideas! :D

That is all. I will see you guys next time!

~AnonymousTwit