It was time.

The green eyes flashed behind tinted sunglasses, and a perfectly manicured hand reached over and snatched the glasses off her face. Her body was covered in leather, a tight fit that took too long of time to get into the skin tight clothing. Dark makeup accented her green eyes, and she began to walk in the 6 inch black high heels.

She was looking good.

Her long brown hair was pulled back into a high ponytail, and her tongue licked her colored red lipstick lips, and on the desk in front of her, she pulled out a phone.

Not just any phone, but one that has a camera.

Giving the mirror a sexy look, California took a picture. She instantly leaned over her phone to send the picture on its way.

Bringing up the app that would send it off to the world, California typed in a few words that would send her dad running, but Cali knew of a spot where her father wouldn't dare to reach her.

This is what she typed in.

'Call me~ Because I am your hero~! ;)'


America was sipping a cup of coffee, going over some paper work, when his phone beeped. As a protective father of all of his children, he was going to follow all of their twitter accounts, their facebook accounts, and the newest one out there, Instagram. Some of the countries also had followed a few of his offspring, well, the few that America had allowed to follow his offspring.

America noticed that it was from California's instagram account, and wondered what weird picture his daughter had sent out to the world.

His mouth had been full of coffee at the moment where he opened it up, and he struggled not to spray it all over the important documents that were all over his desk. He coughed as he managed to swallow the drink and got a better look at what his daughter was wearing.

The was wearing the cat suit, off of Batman, a mask over her face, and red lipstick covering her lips. Her tongue peeked out, and a smirk adorned her face. Her breasts seemed to pop on the screen, the tan skin inviting those who were seeing this to touch them, and America was going to certainly shoot anybody who had the thoughts of touching them in the first place.

But what really got him was what was being said in the captions.

'Call me~ Because I am your hero~! ;)'

America was not going to allow this. Picking up his cellphone, he quickly exited out of instagram and placed the phone by his ear.

"Sir, I have something of great importance, and I need a jet to get to California." America said, and there was a sigh over the phone.

"It's about your kid, isn't it." Obama said, and America confirmed it.

"Yes, sir."

"This better be important." Obama sighed, and then there was a clicking over the phone. "I just gave you clearence, as long as you are back tomorrow morning to do more work."

"Certainly." America said, and then hung up. He quickly grabbed his wallet and keys, and left the office in a hurry.

California wasn't going to get away with this, if it was the last thing he'd do. She was going to burn that outfit, and then he was going to make her delete that photo.


America was astounded. California wasn't at her usual hiding places, which she almost never strayed far from. She wasn't at the beach, pretending to be some old guy, nor at the movie sets at Hollywood dressed as an alien. It usually wasn't very hard to find California because she practically radiated with sunlight. As the sunniest state on the map, California wasn't that hard to find.

But where was she?

America quickly checked her home, and found that California wasn't there, and her car was gone.

As a heroic father, America always had trackers in every car that his children owned, even the motorcycles that were periodically bought by his children. How he did it, was a mystery. Even to America himself.

America's eyebrows raised when he located where California's car was.

Then, he steeled himself from the impending doom that would come to him, sooner than later. America dreaded this, because of the freaky people, the haunted rides, and the giant mouse costumes.

America was probably the only person afraid of going to Disney Land.


America found himself hyperventilating in the large crowds that covered the entire park. He didn't like the large animal costumes, nor any of the more creepier Princesses. They are freaky Princesses. The only person who America was alright with was Peter Pan because he like another kid, not Bud Lightyear who wore a helmet over his head.

"Excuse me." America called towards a man in a red mickey mouse shirt, and asked, "have you seen a girl walking by in a cat woman suit?"

The man gave America a look that said 'what are you? Stupid?' and said, "Look here, this is Disney Land, a place where they made movies about a giant mouse and Princesses that lived happily ever after. Not Batman, not the avengers, not even the Hulk."

"Actually, Hulk is part of the avengers-" America said, (because he totally loved the Avengers) but was quickly cut off.

"There would not be any girl in a revealing outfit of catwoman, bud. If you had come here looking for some type of show, then you are going to be disappointed. And I can't give you a refund." The man turned away from America started to talk with another person in a red shirt, and America was offended by his behavior.

'Was this how people viewed Americans?' America thought, and he started to walk away. He heard laughter behind him, and saw that the man and his companion were laughing at his direction.

'Just walk away, don't get angry.' America reminded himself.

Walking past, America's phone beeped at him, and America noted that California had sent another instagram. Opening it, America found himself staring at a creepy doll looking face like thing, and he almost dropped his phone.

Underneath the freaky picture, America saw the words that chilled his blood to the bone.

'Its a small world after all~! XD'

California was at the 'It's A Small World' ride. The one with the three hundred mechanical dolls that freaked America the most out.

The one that he wanted off the face of the Earth.


The line was long for the boat ride, and America found that his courage failing him, and he was just about to turn away, when he suddenly found himself on a boat and going down the river. On either side of him, dolls were singing the song 'Its A Small World After All' over and over again, and America was looking for his daughter.

There was one part where the robotic dolls were moving around, and it looked a little off to America. One of the dolls wasn't in sync, and America knew that it was his daughter (how she got into the ride was a mystery).

Using his amazing super strength, America was able to pull the boat out of its set course and he stepped onto the land and walked towards the doll that wasn't doing a very good job. He approached it from behind, and when his hand touched the warm arm of California, she jumped in shock and then in horror.

"Hi dad." She said, her voice small.

"California. You are in big trouble." America snapped, and then began to pull her along towards an exit sign that was near.

"Look Mama! Somebody is kidnapping a doll!" A Little boy cried from a boat that was passing, and California waved to the worried looking woman, and gave her a smile.


The sky had darkened by the time the fire had been lit, and America watched the bonfire burn all of its 'fuel'. When America had forced California to get her costumes out, he saw that there were more innappropriate ones, and decided that all of them needed to be burned. The more and more clothing that America saw, the more and more things that needed to be burned.

A Bikini? Gone.

A Scarf? Safe.

Skinny jeans? Burned at the stake.

High heels? Broken and then added to keep the fire to keep it going.

America was proud to be able to get rid of all of the nasty things that his daughter had been keeping, and the only sad thing was that she had only two pairs of pants and five long sleeved shirts with a few coats. The only things that California used when she was at her sisters place, Utah, when it was during the winter season.

While America had been going through her clothing, California had been fighting against everything that he had been doing, so she was in her closet, tied up to a chair with a gag in her mouth.

To teach all of his offspring the same lesson, America had used California and instagrammed a photo of her all tied up.

'I angered my father, and now every piece of clothing I had that was inappropriate is now ash~! Yay! :)'


How was that guys? Am I losing my humor or am I just becoming lame? Anyways, I have just updated chapter one and now Florida, New Mexico, and Nevada are updated! Thanks to those who have enjoyed my books, both of them, and I hope you have liked this chapter.

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