The United States of Hetalia

by hedgehogkween

In an attempt to make America less of an dick the countries of the world, decided by Britain, are each going to take care of a state for a few months. Meanwhile, D.C. and America plan the upcoming Christmas party. Hetalia doesn't belong to me. (No longer updating this story, but I don't have the heart to take it down.)

3. Chapter 3

The United States of Hetalia

Chapter 3 *D.C.'s POV*

Honestly, I don't know how Alfred does it. I was only a capitol, how was I supposed to watch forty-something kids in a hotel lobby, let alone remember all of their human names. Nevada was off drunkly hitting on a girl working in the food court (He probably had a ton of booze on the airplane). Rhode Island and Providence were arguing over who had the cutest girlfriend (although I couldn't tell them apart though). I thought of the meeting. I figured maybe it was time to start telling them what the other countries were like. I almost did too, until remembered that I had hardly met any of them myself. I slumped in an empty armchair next to a drunk-and-sleeping California. Honestly, some men, no matter how not-drunk, could sleep through anything.

"What's wrong Ms.D.C.? I looked up to see New Mexico staring down at me.

"Aw, nothing buddy. Just falling apart over here. Any idea if Utah has any more aspirin?" he nodded his head. "It's about the meeting, isn't it?"I swear, that kid is a dang mind reader. "I've met Mr. Spain before. Him and Mr. Mexico are always arguing when I go to his house for the weekend." I gave him a look. He took a seat next to me. "He's nice, they both are." I gave him a welcoming smile. New Mexico is really good at "reading the atmosphere", if that's how the kids say it these days. Just then I saw America's blue Silverstreak. "Thanks kiddo." I thanked him and went out to greet him after buying a coke from a nearby machine. For my sake, he better have brought coffee. A few dozen espressos sounded great right about now.