AN: I'm ALIVE! And I'm going to school after this and then I'm going to do my homework 'cause it's due tomorrow and I haven't started it and then I'll start on hte next chapter. My apologizes for any typos .

Disclaimer: WARNING this chapter contains the use of a human name and questionable (criminal?) activities. I don't encourage these activities and am no way responsible if anyone tries them. I also don't Hetalia, the Little A Le Inn, or any flying saucers.

Decisions Decisions

Chapter 3:

"Janet, you know we don't have to do this."

Nevada huffed and pouted in response. "Mex, we're already here. It's kind of late to back out."

New Mexico sighed and scanned the desert around them. They were alone except for a tumbleweed, which was quickly rolling away, and several signs. However, considering that these signs said that they were on military property and could be shot past this point, he didn't feel over joyed to have been given this task. Especially when the other states were all waiting safely at the Little A Le Inn restaurant.

"We could always tell them that we tried," New Mexico suggested

"I've done this a million times before. Come on, have a little faith in me."

New Mexico kicked at the dusty ground. "Somehow that's more frightening," he mumbled. He then turned to look again at Nevada. For a moment his heart nearly stopped beating. She wasn't there. His eyes darted around before spotting her running across the empty space with her white hair streaking out behind her.

Maybe she had broken into Area 51 before, but he was pretty sure she didn't know how to take someone else in and bring them out alive.

New Mexico took a deep breath. He seriously hoped part of being "enchanted" included super powers, namely being bullet proof.

He charged after Nevada.


Washington watched as the white swirl of his cream was swept under the current of his dark coffee. For once most of siblings were relatively quiet. This minor miracle may have been because they weren't exposed to the kind of environment inside the A' Le' Inn very often. If nothing else this trip was already proving to be a real educational one so far. Meaning they were getting a terribly long lecture on the history of space like they had never heard it told in school from a large man with a very interesting colored beard. He supposed that was what they got for clamming to be members of their schools space club on a field trip.

Washington lowered his eyelids and softly blew on the dark liquid inside his cup. Although it was fascinating to hear yet another conspiracy theory, the present one seemed to be about how toasters were an alien invention; his coffee had just reached sublime perfection. His eyelids rose up, the coffee cup touched his lips, and he tilted the cup back ever so slightly.

California collided with his elbow.

Of course, she didn't notice the liquid fire splashing onto the lower half of face, down his throat, and into his lap. She was much too occupied with delivering her special message to the green eyed southerner sitting beside him.

"Nevada just texted me," California said in what she must have thought was a quiet voice. "They're on their way."

Virginia nodded. "Good, tell them we'll meet them a couple miles down the highway. So no one will see a thing." Having issued her orders, Virginia returned to staring at the collection of alien merchandise lining the walls.

California looked as if she may have said something more but she finally noticed that she had helped scald her fellow western state. "Oh wow George, did you spill your coffee?" She ignored his glare and began to shove napkins on his pants. Washington sputtered and attempted to push her away as he felt an icy glare drilling into his back.

"I can handle myself," he snapped as he yanked the napkins from her hands.

California mumbled the she, "was just trying to help out," before leaning back onto the counter. She turned back to Virginia. "Yeah about your plan, I told them to park out front."

"What?"

California shrugged her shoulders and gestured to the crowd of alien fanatics. "Well it's not like these guys will be surprised and no one would believe them if they tell."

Virginia clearly wasn't pleased, if her pursed lips and bunched eyebrows were any sign, but she didn't lose her temper. Instead she calmly stood up, moved past Cali, and momentarily rested her hand on Washington's hunched shoulder. "Tell everyone to finish up," she told him. "We're leaving soon."

Washington frowned. Had she not noticed that he had been sitting within hearing distance since they first arrived? "Yeah I heard."

Virginia ignored Washington's unpleasant tone and started walking toward a group of mostly blonde children in their late teens. One of which was still looking at Washington like he had committed a great crime, and in New York's mind attracting California's sympathy was.

Washington rolled his eyes, gulped down the last of his coffee, and left his seat to tell Oregon the plan.

Meanwhile across the restaurant Virginia sat down in the midst of the other original 13 colonies. Peering over Rhode Island's head she looked out the window. The winds were throwing dust and bits of vegetation into the air. Was that a sign that the ship was already close by?

Maryland leaned across the table to get her neighbors attention. "So, what's going on," she asked.

Virginia' opened her mouth to reply but stopped to take in Maryland's strange attire. She wore a dark high collared cape with blue suit that resembled an old fancy military uniform. Her eyes didn't even match each other and neither of them were Maryland's natural blue. Her right eye was now violet and the left was a strange shade of red with a symbol on it that reminded Virginia of a child's drawing of a bird. The only sign that Maryland was slightly uncomfortable in her ensemble was that she was holding her helmet is on her lap since someone had asked her if she was an alien police officer.

Virginia was knocked out of her wondering examination when she realized that the other 11 were waiting for her to answer Maryland's question. "Nevada and New Mexico are on their way here."

"Here," Denmark inquired, "they're just going to land the spaceship outside and we're going to walk right on in?"

"Yes"

"We're not getting beamed up? Well that's a bit disappointing," Rhode Island said.

Virginia was about to needlessly reprimand the petite state for her attitude when a strange whirling sound started. Moments later a bright light flashed outside and as soon as their eyes adjusted the states could see that their ride had arrived.

A loud whoop of joy came from across the room probably from one of the Dakota's.

Virginia clamored on top of the table. The faces of 47 states and half of the other shocked customers, the others having passed out on the floor, looked back at her.

"Alright everyone, you know how to act. You know what our goals are," she announced.

"Take over the world!"

Virginia frowned in the direction the voice had come from but fortunately for him West Virginia wasn't visible. She would get him later. "Just stay in your lines," she sighed.

The states obediently formed lines and moved out past the stunned customers without any wild or quick movements. But the moment they were outside the lines began to disperse. And when the ships doors opened and the gleaming silver boarding plank touched the dusty ground they all wildly rushed inside.

Of course this wasn't anything like the chaos they were about to spread about the world.


Nevada spun around in her copilot's seat so that she could face her boarding siblings. "Hey guys! We have a long night ahead of us and it already started awesome," the state started excitedly, "but if we don't move quick the awesomeness will fly away."

"I'm sure you'll tell us all about it on the way," Virginia remarked as she stepped off the ships boarding plank. A wall materialized behind her, signally that all were on board.

"Of course! I can't let Mex's tale of heroism be unsung," Nevada chirped in reply.

Another western state leaned over Nevada chair. "Oh, he was a hero was he?"

"Oh yeah he totally Han Soloed it. Guns a blazing and all that rebel action," Nevada's hands flew outwards to emphasis just how great his deeds were.

"You can tell us about it later. We have decisions to make right now," Virginia said.

The haul of the space ship filled with mischievous giggles and grins. Virginia nodded at New Mexico, who instantly brought a world map up on the large window turned screen in front of him.

"Where to begin?"

"Well isn't Russia the obvious choice. He's the closest nation," Kansas suggested.

Montana raised an eyebrow at that comment. "You do know we share our borders with Mexico and Canada, right?"

"We are not pranking Uncle Canada," Vermont said with narrowed eyes.

"Yeah and we can get Mexico anytime," California added. "This is our time to hop across the pond."

"So then we're going to Russia first," New Mexico asked.

"No," Massachusetts said. "There is no way we're doing this by whoever is closest."

"Why not?"

"Can't you read a map? If we start in Russia we're going to keep heading west and that would make England one of the last."

"Yeah so you get to save the best for last. Do you really have a problem with that?"

"Of course I do. We have a limited amount of time. There is no way I'm risking running out of time before we can do England."

The states look to Virginia. "He does have point," she said giving into the grudge that the 13 were never really able to let go of.

"But we'd have to fly over the entire continental US before we even reach the Atlantic. We'd lose a lot of time," New Mexico pointed out.

"This is the most important of all the pranks," Massachusetts insisted.

Nevada looked over at the frowning New Mexico. "You're wasting time by arguing with him."

"In fact if you keep wasting all this time we'll have to split up," South Carolina said.

"No successions," a majority of the states shouted back.

"Guys" Delaware called out. "This is a highly advanced ship. It can travel faster than anything else on the planet. The thing that'll take the most time will be the pranks themselves. So just pick a location and be ready by the time we get there."

The states are quiet for a moment before turning to hear Virginia's final call.

With a hint of a dark grin on her lips and smoldering heat in her acid green eyes Virginia commanded, "Set a course for England." She turned sharply on her heel and motioned for the rest of the 13 to follow her into an adjoining room. "We have a prank to plan."


Notes:

Janet is the name that planes traveling to Area 51 use. (That's why it's Nevada's human first name.)

The Little A Le Inn (pronounced Little Alien) restaurant is a real place in Rachel, Nevada. It is a meeting place for people who believe in aliens and want to meet one.

The state of Nevada gets its name from the Sierra Nevada mountains. Nevada is Spanish for "snow-covered," this is why Nevada's hair is white.

The state of Washington is named after George Washington. It is the only state named after a President. (An unfortunate side effect to this honor is that his siblings repeatedly call him George despite that not being his human name.)

Guatemala is actually the closest country to the US's western boarder, excluding Mexico and Canada.

Going over the pond is a phrase meaning to go over an ocean ( I've always heard it referring to the Atlantic Ocean but I suppose it could mean both) to another country.

Kansas was considered the front line of the Cold War. It was assumed that any missiles from Russia could not reach that far inland so many missile control sites and underground bunkers were there.

Headcanon (it makes the world go round):

So New Mexico likes a little fun rule breaking every once and a while, it isn't exactly legal to pilot a flying saucer without a license, but he's not stupid (or suicidal). While Nevada is reckless and somewhat impulsive he prefers to think things through, this is why he has doubts about breaking and entering.

AN: Whenever my mother refers to something being a real educational experience it means that she really didn't want to or need to know/see it. I wanted to give Washington a similar kind of attitude.

In other news, I'm sorry for not updating for so long. I had computer problems and life problems. However I think things have been worked out now.

Tiny little omake:

Maryland followed her siblings to the adjoining room but she couldn't resist turning around for just one moment and whispering, "It's bigger on the inside!"

Instantly Connecticut looked back at her. "You said that just for the reference."