Y'all should watch this, http:/ www. /watch?v=YhjVJk4rsjw&feature =related

Take out the spaces. It made me laugh.

The states weren't as bad as everyone thought. It was a common misconception that they were mini-America's, as if America reproduced asexually by budding, with little America's falling off his arms. Actually, no one really knew how the states were related to America; I guess you could say he was their father figure. But it was a mystery whether he was their biological father, one of them (In the colonies case, for example, their other father would be England) to clarify, or just their adoptive father. Some states, such as Montana, saw America as a brother.

Very few did, but those who called him brother were sticking to that choice, and tried to correct everyone whenever they brought up America as a father. The only person who probably knows the states relation to America is America himself.

The states were all different. They're so unique, once you've met them you start wondering how you ever began to think that they were all the same.

Alejandro Flores was a perfect example of one of these people. He had never wanted to meet any of the states, it just kind of happened. The day that he met them though, EVERYONE met them.

It all began on a warm summer's day—actually it was in the middle of winter, but that doesn't matter. The World Conference was perfectly the same as always, loud nations fighting over pretty much nothing.

America had just began his speech when the door to the conference room burst open and a small group of people forced themselves in at the same time, struggling to get in through the double doors. They all ended up getting through, but found themselves tangled together in a heap on the ground.

The first to jump up from the pile was a small girl with tanned skin and jet black hair. She watched the people she came in for awhile with wide eyes, and only lessened her grip on her teddy bear when a girl with auburn curls was able to untangle herself and step away from the pile. The little girl had grabbed onto her skirt, and the scowl on the older girl's face faded away, replaced by a little smile.

America had recuperated from the shock that had hit him when the group walked in through the doors, well, fell in, but you get the point. He shouted at them, causing the two girls to flinch and recoil slightly.

"Hawaii! Georgia! What are you two doing here?" he demanded to know, and Hawaii started to cry. Georgia gave America a good glare, and bent down to comfort her little sister.

This was a long time ago, mind you. About sixty years, when Hawaii was a brand new state and her older sisters were very protective of her, especially Georgia.

The others had managed to get themselves off the floor and dust themselves off, just in time for France to make his way over to them, beginning to flirt with a girl who had dark brown hair. France was soon joined by a bunch of other male countries, most of them flirting with the girls of the group, but a few of them being braver and tried to catch the attention of a boy with an angry look on his face, obviously looking like he didn't want to be there.

America, England, Spain, and Canada were forced to get between the states and the nations, holding them back, none of whom were pleased with the other nations' intentions towards their family.

Now that Alejandro though about it, he was kind of disgusted that France would actually have the balls to go after some American states, seeing as he had colonized quite a bit of America a long time ago.

That was the first time Alex had ever met the states, America had allowed them to stay for the remainder of the meeting, very reluctantly.

Now, years later, the Dominican Republic was sitting with the same people he met on that day, all of them just hanging out until it was time for everyone to return to their apartments and dorm rooms.

Hawaii had grown up rather quickly, much to the disappointment of the older female states, who had enjoyed the chance to take care of a little kid again. Now she was just as big as the rest of her family, in fact she was a couple inches taller than Georgia and Oklahoma, but this wasn't much of a feat seeing as they both weren't that tall to begin with.

Michigan was the only guy who had been able to put up with his sisters long enough to actually not mind hanging around Alex, who was constantly surrounded by his sisters.

A while back, someone had actually though that the states were Al's sisters, which he didn't understand, because the only thing he had in common with any of them was his hair was the exact same shade as Georgia's. But he didn't really care, because he treated the states as if they were his sisters. And Michigan as a brother, most of the time. Sometime's he'd get into a mood then be hard to be around, because Michigan would snap at you, no matter who you were.

He happened to be in one of those moods today, unhappy about being forced to enroll in school by America, who had been forced to by his boss. So now Michigan hates Obama (not that he really liked him before).

"God damn elections need to just end already." muttered the said state, crossing his arms angrily over his chest, watching Oklahoma and Hawaii play a card game on the carpet in front of the couch he was sitting on. The other occupants in the room were really loud for 9 o' clock at night, and this seemed to only make his mood worsen.

Georgia pushed herself off the couch next to him and declared it was time for her and Hawaii to return back to the apartment they shared, and for Oklahoma and Michigan to go to their rooms.

Being the oh-so-loving big sister she was, she walked both the complaining Oklahoma—who claimed she could go to her room by herself—and Michigan – telling her that she was being stupid for treating him like a baby – to their respective rooms before taking Hawaii's hand and motioning for Alex to get up so they could leave.

Alex lived with his sister, Puerto Rico, and had to work a part-time job to keep their apartment, because neither of them was paid well enough to live off the money they received from being a country. Sometimes he wonders why they just didn't live in the dorms, but he always ended reminding himself it was because they didn't want to live separately.

Georgia and Hawaii disappeared on the busy streets of New York, having had to split away from Alex to get to their destination, and Alex kept his head low as he slowly made his way back to his house, not really excited about school first thing in the morning.

Australia enjoyed the lively atmosphere he caused in the lunchroom the next morning.

First day of school is rough on everyone, especially people who were living in the dorms, because a teacher had decided that using a megaphone to wake everyone up was a good idea.

Colin didn't know about most people, but he sure didn't appreciate some old man running down the hallways screaming "FIRE! FIRE! GET READY AND INTO YOUR UNIFORMS BEFORE EVACUATING THE BUILDING!" into the megaphone as loud as he could.

Most people realized what he was getting at, but some not-so-bright people didn't and ran outside three minutes later, half dressed, and shivering in the morning air. Colin's roommate was one of these people. Prussia couldn't really differentiate sarcasm from being serious, and it was a major flaw Colin discovered he had, which he could use to his advantage later.

Anyways, Colin hadn't expected a hot guy to walk up to him in the cafeteria when everyone was eating breakfast, still complaining about their wake-up call. At first, it appeared that the cutie with the polar bear was talking to himself, until Colin noticed he was staring right at him, head cocked slight, waiting for a reply to whatever he just said.

Colin became flustered, and somehow managed to trip, even though he wasn't moving (A/N: This is possible, I do it all of the time.), and his cold cereal had managed to make its way down the front of a guy with a graffiti'd face's shirt.

Colin blinked up at the taller kid, "So you're the one Prussia told me about. The one who likes it up the ass." He leaned to the side mockingly, checking out the angry man's cheek, "Ah, Yep. That's you. Want to hang out sometime?"

Colin smirked, proud of himself for being able to talk to this loser, even if it was only a one-sided conversation seeing as the loser in question seemed to be exploding with rage on the inside.

Like a volcano, he erupted, and snatched the boy holding the polar bear's tray away from him, and he flung the pancakes at Colin, who had managed to duck in time, only for the person standing behind him to get a face full of pancakes.

"Not cool, man." Prussia said flicking the syrup off his face, then proceeded to dump his drink over the loser's head. Colin assumed it was beer, but secretly hoped it was apple juice so he wouldn't have to get a new roommate if Prussia got caught.

It was then that a full out food fight was started. Normally, this would have been just a fight between two students, but a certain Korean thought it'd be funny to start flinging food from his hiding place behind the buffet table.

Now everyone was on the ground, with table's flipped onto their sides to be used as shields. Pretty much everyone was covered in food, and the uniforms had to be ruined. Colin had taken refugee behind a table with the kid who had technically caused all of this – because if he hadn't been so cute Colin wouldn't of tripped in the first place—and a girl, who was throwing a lot, but only hitting one person, not aiming at random like the rest of the room.

Colin scooped up a sausage lying abandoned on a tray on the ground, and quickly raised his head over the barrier, pulling his arm back and releasing, smiling when he hit the face of a rather pissed off Russian.

The boy beside him let out an intimidated squeak, and the girl shot him a look of mock-admiration, "Nice hit, instigator."

"I-Instigator?" Colin stammered, focusing his gave back onto the ground, looking for ammo.

The girl rolled her green eyes, "Yeah, instigator, this is your fault. What your name kid?" she asked, peering over the table to find out if her target was in range.

"Colin, I'm the personification of A-A-Australia." Colin winced when he stuttered, as it had displeased him. Stuttering was something he didn't enjoy, but he did it when he was stressed, and talking to people stressed him out.

"I'm Crete. You may call me Eleni. You may also help me drown that Turkish bastard over there in syrup. So please pick up the pace with your throwing and aim for him." She pointed out her target, and Colin obliged by letting a pancake soar and hit him on the chest, sticking to his shirt slightly before dripping off him slowly.

The food war raged on, and the cafeteria was a complete mess.

It was finally put a stop to by a horde of teachers all flowing in through the double doors.

"Damn, the lunch ladies ratted us out, abort, abort!" shouted Eleni, and jumped up from her hiding position, and quickly appearing a victim to this whole thing. She whimpered as she glanced over her food covered uniform, and let out a wail of despair once discovering how much syrup had worked its way into her hair.

Everyone around her dropped whatever they had left in their hands and played innocent.

A teacher walked up to Eleni and started questioning her, "Sweetheart, what happened here?"

Eleni pointed at the person Colin had dumped his cereal on, "He did it!" she sobbed.

He appeared baffled, mouth opening and closing like a fish before finally answering, "No! That fag over there started—"

He was cut off by a shout from South Korea who was in the far corner of the room, "FOOD FIGHT'S ORIGINATED IN KOREA, DA-ZE!"

The teachers immediately surrounded him, and told everyone else to go back to their room to shower and change into their extra uniforms, because classes would be delayed for awhile so everyone could clean themselves up.

Eleni stopped crying and appeared perfectly in control as he waltzed out of the room, only stopping to hurl an insult Turkey's way. Colin followed the steady flow of people out of the syrup coated cafeteria, everyone heading for the second floor to cross over the sky walk so they wouldn't have to go outside covered in food, because who knew what the birds might do.

Colin felt more excited about school now that he knew how much fun it'd be this year.

Dear readers

Shortest chapter yet, but like, 100 words.

Sorry about ending it that way, I hated ending it like that, but I just want this chapter over with. I'm also sorry for barely writing about Alejandro at all.

INTRODUCTIONS ARE OVER. I HATED THEM XD. I really don't like writing introductions. I don't know why.

So it was 90 degrees on Wednesday, now it's 57. I don't understand what's going on.

Little siblings on Valium is funny.

You got to see a bit of Oklahoma in here, you'll probably see more of her eventually.

What should I name the homophobe that's going to be pretty much brought down in every other chapter. Last time he was graffti'd on, this time he got food thrown at him. I don't know what to name him, give me ideas D:

I love all of your reviews, send me more :D

LOVE Y'ALL,

CIN

(I made another letter, Hah xD)