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I've changed Chapter 1 a little bit so that it would fit better with the plot I have in mind. I apologize for the late update! I've been kind of busy lately and I was having some writers' block.

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America drifted down the hall like he usually did every morning. But not normally at this particular hour. It was one of those nights where he couldn't sleep. Even after 70+ years, he still couldn't force himself to forget about those three. Especially when two of them had disappeared around this time of the year all those many years ago. He would remember them sometimes, memories being set off by hearing their names, or things they adored.

The young nation stalled in front of the some of the many bedroom doors that were inside his large home. He started back down the hallway. He quietly walked the large staircase that was in the foyer, careful trying not to wake up the other residents of his house.

America stopped in his tracks as he neared the back door. There in front of him, hunched over the railing of the large back porch, were a couple dark figures of two teenagers. The taller one was a male of about 17, wearing a T-shirt, plaid pajama pants, and slippers. The shorter one, a girl, was about 14. She wore a light yellow nightgown and flip-flops. The two teens were talking about something, apparently.

America quietly opened the glass door. "What are you two doing up this late? Shouldn't you be in bed?" America asked, crossing his arms and turning on one of the lights.

The girl and the boy whipped around. "A-Alfred?!" the girl asked. She light brown had hair that she kept in a long braid and brown eyes.

"What are you doing here?!" questioned the boy. He had messy blond hair and emerald eyes, which strongly reminded America of his former caretaker, England. Minus the eyebrows.

"Zachariah," America said sternly. The boy perked up at the sound of his name.

He sighed. Many different times, America had been late for meetings with the other countries. Everyone thought that he was immature, obnoxious, and childish. But, no one knew the true reason; the real him. Only his brother, Canada, and Lithuania knew his secret that he had managed to keep all these many years: The states were personified. All 50 of them. And they were his younger siblings.

America only pretended to act immature, in order mask who he actually was: an intelligent individual who has been through much and can act mature and serious when he wants to. Though he does enjoy having fun with his friends and family, too. He didn't want to take any chances of any of the other nations finding out his secret.

"Zach, what are you and Sarah doing up?" the nation asked the states.

"W-We couldn't sleep," Zach, the personification of Delaware, replied.

"Neither could I," sighed America.

"It's one of those nights, eh?" asked Sarah, the personification of Kansas. "It's that time of year again. The time that they disappeared. Though Hawaii disappeared shortly after the bombing of Pearl Harbor in December."

"Yeah," said the young nation.

Sarah stared off into the distance. "I can't help but miss her, America. Missouri and I might have fought sometimes. But she was still my sister. Our sister."

Delaware laughed. "Remember the time that she had Dallas throw you into Lake Superior?"

America smirked, "Now that was hilarious! You dragged her and Merci right into the lake with you! By the end of that, you had about ten others in there with you!"

"That's not funny, you two!" Kansas pouted. "May I remind you, Zach, of the time that Alaska set you adrift in the Atlantic Ocean?"

"T-That's different!" stuttered Zach.

"Oh really?" she replied.

America smirked and listened to Sarah as she recounted the events of that day. America, Lithuania, the Original Thirteen, the rest of the states, and two of his territories, Alaska and Hawaii, had gone on a week-long camping trip in Connecticut in a recreational park on the Atlantic coast.

It was extremely early in the morning, before dawn, on a day in mid-June in 1925. The wildlife of the park was just beginning to wake up. Birds commenced chirping to each other, causing one of the young campers to stir. A young boy, appearing to be about 6 years old, opened his violet eyes. He sat up and remembered today would be the day he finally got back Delaware for blaming him for something he didn't do.

"Time to get to work now, da?" he whispered with a mix of an American and Russian accent.

He heard some rustling of a sleeping bag next to him and turned to see a young girl, about 4 years old, with tan skin and dark brown, wavy hair that fell down past her shoulders. She looked at the boy intently with a spark of hyper curiosity. "Alaska," she whispered, "what are you doing up?"

"Sestra [1]?!" Alaska replied, surprised to his younger sister, Hawaii.

Hawaii raised an eyebrow. "What are you planning? Are you going to get back at Delaware?"

Boy, this sestra of mine is smart! Alaska thought. Hawaii peered at her brother, but didn't see any confliction on his face, even though he felt them internally.

"I'll tell Kaikunāne [2] if you don't tell me, Alaska," she threatened. She sat there thinking of more threats. "I'll…I'll take away your scarf!"

That definitely got to Alaska. The scarf had been a gift from Russia himself, though Russia hadn't known that the boy he had given it to was the personification of Alaska. It had been one of those extremely cold winters in Alaska and the young personification of the territory was freezing. Russia saw him and pitied the poor boy that he saw wondering around the streets. He went into a store and picked out a warm, light blue scarf. He went out and found the boy and gave him the scarf. Alaska had been scared of Russia. But once the nation had coxed him out of his hiding place, Russia knelt down and wrapped the scarf around the boy's neck and told him: "Be careful out here, molodoy [3]. Try to stay warm, da?"

"Fine," Alaska stated, sighing. "Da, I plan on getting vengeance on Delaware."

Hawaii smiled that grin of hers that meant she something devious in mind. "Can I help~?"

"Da!" Russia laughed.

There was much work to be done.

~*~*~(time skip)~*~*~

"How is he not woken up yet, I don't know," muttered Alaska, shaking his head.

"Me neither," Hawaii grunted, dragging the heavy body of their older brother. The pair had managed to move the sleeping personification of Delaware to the beach and they were trying to put him in one the row boats at the moment.

Delaware moved around in his sleeping bag, causing Hawaii to fall down. "I thought that this would be more fun," she whined.

"Patience, Sestra," stated Alaska. "It will be when he wakes up."

Hawaii sighed and the two siblings worked on shoving the bottom half of their older brother into the boat. Once that was finished, the carefully worked on getting the other half of Delaware into the boat.

Then, all they needed to do to complete their plot was to push the boat off into the sea. The performed the final steps and drudged on. Finally, after what seemed like forever, the pair got the boat into the ocean. Alaska and Hawaii congratulated each other and dashed back of to the tent that they shared with their older sisters Maryland, North Dakota, and brothers South Dakota and Texas.

They tip-toed back to their sleeping bags. Alaska slipped into his next to North Dakota and Hawaii got settled into hers between Alaska and Maryland. The two laid there in peace. But being the girl Hawaii was, worry began to eat at her and didn't want Delaware to go missing. She turned to her brother and found that he had fallen asleep. Hawaii silently crept out of the tent and looked towards the sea. She could see the rowboat still floating around and gave a sigh of relief. She went back to bed. Eventually, sleep came and overtook her.

~*~*~(time skip)~*~*~

Alaska and Hawaii bolted up in their sleeping bags as they heard yelling coming from outside. They looked at each other and dashed out of tent and found over half of their other siblings doing the same, or already standing at the beach.

America stood with his crossed over his chest, wearing his blue stripped nightshirt and pants. He wasn't very happy. Lithuania stood next to his friend, wearing his green nightshirt, pants and shoes. He looked kind of nervous, not being that used to seeing America so upset. A majority of the states were either laughing to their hearts' content, smirking, or trying to not laugh. Delaware was standing in the boat, yelling for help.

Alaska and Hawaii walked down to the beach and joined in the laughter.

"And then you lost your balance and fell out of the boat!" Sarah recounted, giggling as she did so.

Zachariah was blushing from embarrassment. He leaned over the railing of the back porch, his blond bangs keeping his eyes from view. "Shut up," he muttered.

Alfred snickered. This was one of the things he loved about his family. They were what brought a smile to his face, even when he in the dumps or angry. He could be himself around his family and not have to worry about much.

"America had to go for an early morning swim and come help you," Sarah continued.

"And that water was freaking cold!" He added. "And Lithuania and I had to do a lot of interrogating. Boy were Hawaii and Alaska scared when we found out."

Sarah smirked. "You had to watch them and they were in huge trouble."

"It was torture watching those two!" complained Zach. "They were annoying until they matured some when they were older."

"Well, come on you two, back to bed," Alfred said.

"But, Al!" pouted Sarah.

"Go on, it's really late."

"Fine."

The blond and the brunette walked back through the house and returned to their rooms. America opened up the back door and paused. He turned back and gazed at the night sky for a moment. The stars were beautiful and there was one in particular that got his attention. It was a star that looked like all the others, and could've even been considered duller. But, to America it seemed beautiful. He closed his sky blue eyes.

"I wish that they're okay. I wish that they're safe and sound. Hawaii. Missouri. Alaska." A tear rolled down the young nation's cheek. "I wish that you would have all that would make you content. But, once—just once—I wish I could see you three again."

Thank you for reading! When America was referring to "Dallas" and "Merci" he was using the human names of the states Texas and Louisiana.

[1] Sestra is the Russian word for sister.

[2] Kaikunāne is Hawaiian word for brother, when the speaker is a girl.

[3] Molodoy is the Russian word meaning "young one."