I'm so sorry this is so late! *Bows* I had a sudden rush of tests everywhere and it's finally summer! Now I can concentrate on typing my fanfictions, personal stories and preparing for the next year of school. In other words, more updates! I have the next chapter of DFTRM partially typed and then that'll be up. I'm going to set up a schedule for myself after my sorella's visit. Anyway! Thank you to all those that reviewed, faved and followed. I was having one of the worst days of my life a bit ago and checked my emails, seeing a review from Narwal-Riding-Alien on this story posted minutes before that turned my whole day around! A big thank you goes out to you! As a gift though for being so late, this chapter is extra long! Now, go and read!

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia but I do own my OC's and the plot.

Warning(s): Cursing, mention of pads, scary-when-waking-up Russians, see-able Canadians and horrible Spanish translations.


Chapter 4:

About ten minutes later and everyone was gathered in the den of the house with either coffee or sweet tea taken out of the fridge. The three states sat on the couch together while the rest of the nations were sitting in the other couches and rockers around the room.

Arizona watched as Oklahoma bit her lip, her hands resting on her knees. He smiled and gently nudged her, trying to calm her down and make her smile as America began to speak. "So you guys…are states?"

"Yeah."

"Y-yes."

"Si."

"Why don't we know of you?" asked Germany, eyeing the three rather uneasily. Oklahoma and New Mexico turned and looked at Arizona who sat between them.

"Oh yeah sure, look at the youngest to answer. It wasn't our call to not tell you. The thirteen made that decision back since, what? The revolution? The rest of us just followed suit. nearly revealed it back in the sixties, remember, during all of his protests and such."

"Si! And New York tried hunting America down in the early thirties but Mass stopped him." Added in New Mexico as Arizona nodded.

"Didn't Tex meet Mexico by accident, back during his revolution?" asked Oklahoma, turning to New Mexico.

"Yo pienso que…"

"And Arthur Washington?" asked Japan.

"Virginia." The three responded at the same time.

"Um…Mr. Russia? You asked if we were terrorists, what did you mean by that?" asked Oklahoma, looking at the ex-communist nation.

"Well you see, apparently Arthur Washington, or Virginia as he apparently is was an informant to America's government on an organization plotting to attack us-I mean us nations that is." Instead said up England who quickly spoke with darted glances at America.

"Terrorist group…?" asked New Mexico, one eyebrow raised.

It was the first Arizona had heard of it. "You know, I bet it's another one of the Thirteener's secrets." It was America's turn to be confused.

"Thirteen what?"

"Si! I bet it is! We would know if Cali knew!" said New Mexico.

"That's cause Cali is addicted to Facebook and Twitter so everyone knows what he's up to 24/7." Grumbled Arizona making Oklahoma finally smile.

"Yes but we don't have access to the Thirteener's secrets. We have no idea of what's going on…" New Mexico and Arizona looked dejected at the comment before suddenly an idea came to the youngest state in the room.

"That's it!" shouted Arizona, leaping to his feet. "We might not know it now but I know where to find it! Wait here!" He suddenly burst towards the stairs, tripping over the suddenly appearing Oliver who hissed angrily at Arizona as he crashed into the side wall. "Meant to do that!"

As New Mexico and Oklahoma laughed the nations smiled but looked pointedly at America, whom the state acted a bit too much like for their liking. Arizona raced up the stairs and headed straight into Virginia's office, paying particular attention to his desk. Running his hand under the bottom of the desk he finally found the key pad and muttered a curse under his breath.

Poking his head out the door he shouted, "Okie where's the Death Note?" Arizona heard laughter before her voice drifted up.

"My room, under the bed in a box." Arizona nodded to himself and started to head down the hall to her bedroom but paused midstride.

"Uh…Oklahoma is it in your girl box?" Oklahoma's twinkling laughter was clearly audible from downstairs as well as the tell tale sound of her footsteps coming up said stairs.

"Yes it is Mr. Scared-of-pads." She said, smirking as she passed him towards her room.

"Hey Livy, that's forbidden territory to a guy!" Oklahoma laughed and opened her door to enter in, letting Arizona lean against the doorframe nervously. He sighed as Oklahoma leaned down and pulled out a box and placed it on her bed. "…what's going to happen…now that America knows about us?" he asked, making Oklahoma sigh as she looked at the box.

"I…I really don't know. I'm scared…but I know America won't hurt us. I just-just want to know where Virginia is and if he's okay and-" Arizona's eyes grew soft as she spoke and he entered the room, placing his hand on her shoulder to interrupt her worried ramble.

"Oklahoma…"She shook her head before firmly nodding to herself.

"I'll be fine." Oklahoma opened the box and Arizona flushed, stepping away quickly making her laugh. He averted his eyes to stare at the picture of the three of them on her study desk. "Here it is." Before Arizona turned back to look, Oklahoma placed something in his hand-and it most certainly wasn't a book.

"What the hell?!" Arizona stumbled to the floor, dropping the pad in front of him as he scrambled out of the room. Oklahoma was hunched over in laughter, clutching the black book he'd been expecting to her chest. "What the fuck was that for?!" He half expected her to fall on the floor in laughter but she didn't straightening up in her last giggles to wipe the tears out of her eyes.

"S-sorry but…oh the look on your face!" Arizona glared at her and stood up, snatching the book with a still bright red face.

"Bitch."

"Ass." The two grinned at one another before Oklahoma picked up the pad and put it back in the box which was quickly returned right back to under her bed. "I'm going to head back down. Don't take too long okay?"

"No promises."


"Death…Note?" asked Japan, looking thoroughly worried. New Mexico shrugged. He guessed it was because the anime they took the name from originated from him and what the Death Note was said to do…yeah the South Western State understood the nations concern.

"Our blackmail book. We've got info on nearly everyone to use against them. It also holds passwords like to Ginny's safe and desk or New York's emails and stuff. We started it back in…Dios, 1908, 9? We just started calling it Death Note when we started watching anime. It used to just be the Black Book."

"Ah…" A look of relief crossed the Asian nation's face and New Mexico laughed. Poor guy was probably terrified the anime was real.

America was nervously fiddling with his hands, looking between the stairs where the two other states had just gone and at New Mexico. "So…there's fifty of you?"

"Si, fifty one if you count Philippe."

"Who?"

"Puerto Rico."

"Puerto Rico's personified?" New Mexico nodded.

"Si, he's annoying but an okay amigo. We all have human names if that's what threw you off. I'm Miguel Marion, Arizona is Michael Marion and Okie's Olivia Marion."

"Why Marion? Asked England, both huge eyebrows raised.

"It's a rule until you look eighteen or so you have to use the last name of one of the Thirteener's, usually the one that raises you."

"Then why is your last name Marion?"

"That's-"

"What the hell?!" came Arizona's shout from upstairs, interrupting New Mexico's comment. The nations all looked startled but New Mexico rolled his eyes at the next shout of "What the fuck was that for?!".

"It's fine. Oklahoma probably scared Ari or something." Moments later Oklahoma came back down the stairs, giggling to herself as she came back into the den. "What did you do this time Okie?"

"Just a little incident with girl stuff." New Mexico's tan face paled and he coughed nervously.

"That's just cruel."

"But priceless. Arizona will be back down as soon as he gets the desk open." She replied, saying the second part to the seated nations.

"So if Virginia raises you, why aren't your last name's 'Washington'?" asked Germany. Oklahoma turned to New Mexico, one eyebrow raised. He shrugged, staring up at the ceiling.

"Texas took care of us first, during the uh…war. He still keeps us for half the year but we use the last name he had until he looked eighteen which was South Carolina's last name, Marion. She took care of Tex when they first found him."

"Marion…like Francis Marion?" asked America, not making eye contact with England.

"I think so. South Carolina's talked about 'Lil' Frankie' before." Said Oklahoma, finally taking her seat back on the other side of the couch. She twiddled her thumbs nervously as the silence settled over the room.

"Umm…do y'all-I mean you all think that…whoever Virginia was reporting on, that they might have…t-taken him?" She asked quietly, looking at the suddenly interesting floor.

"I believe he is alright. I mean, he's one of America's states; He should be quite all right!" England replied, stopping himself from continuing on when the young girl began to shake. America smiled at him, nodding to thank for the compliment as he got up and kneeled in front of Oklahoma and laid his hands on her shoulders. "He's okay, I'd know if he got hurt badly."

Apparently the simple words worked as she visibly relaxed and slowly nodded at him. America bit his lip, thinking of the brown haired man he saw get shot in his vision. He hoped that it wasn't Virginia…but his gut said otherwise.

"Found it!" came Arizona's voice as well as rapid footsteps as he raced down the stairs. In his right hand was a large thick envelope with several of the numerous papers sticking out and in the other hand was a black book. "It's in code, can ya break it Okie?"

"Sure." He handed the folder to her before plopping down next to the Oklahomian.

"So what'd I miss?"

"Just small talk." Replied New Mexico, peering over Oklahoma's shoulder to look at the papers.

"This is pathetic. When I see Virginia again, I'm helping him make a way better code. This is practically English!" grumbled Oklahoma who rolled her eyes at the folder.

"What does it say?" asked Germany raising an eyebrow at the three. The kids jumped, apparently they'd forgotten that there was eight other people in the room.

"Uh…it's describing a group called…YWLW which apparently stands for 'You Will Listen World'. I wonder what they want…"

"Вы будете слушать мир?" asked Russia.

"Uh…what?" asked Arizona, cocking his head at the tall man.

"I said 'You Will Listen World', da~." Oklahoma gulped hiding behind the folder as the Russian nations aura grew larger.

"Quit scaring them Russia." Said America, glaring at him. Russia grinned but didn't say anything.

"I-It does say that they've been around for a while…oh hey! Here's a report from Rhode Island! Apparently there was…hey Italy." Oklahoma turned to the Italian curled up next to a tense Germany. "In '83, did someone try to kidnap you?" Italy's eye's opened in shock and he gasped.

"Ve! How did you know?!" he asked, looking more than a little startled.

"Someone tried to what?!" shouted Germany, his eyes lazering in on the folder. Oklahoma squeaked and ducked behind Arizona who nearly fell out of his seat as New Mexico began laughing nervously.

"It was back in 1983 si…I was visiting the city of Milan when I got jumped by some scary guys! I didn't know what was going on but they knew I was Italy. I was really scared but suddenly someone appeared and fought them off! He kept disappearing every time I looked at him though, like he faded into the background…like a ghost!"

"When you could see him was he brown haired and blue eyed?" asked New Mexico.

"Si!"

"Rhode Island." The three said together.

"He's short and people forget him a lot but he kicks some serious ass! Probably cause he and New York fight all the time…" commented Arizona, grinning at a memory that came to mind involving the two states.

"Well…with what I see in here…and only what we guess happened to Virginia…" Oklahoma held up the silver glasses. "I guess we can presume that this YWLW kidnapped Virginia and maybe are planning to take other states and the nations…"

"Man, what the hell do we do…?" complained Arizona, running a hand through his hair.

"We've gotta find Virginia but we can't do it on our own…"

The three turned and looked at the nations, particularly America. "Y'all can't get involved. Nu-uh." Said Arizona, making an 'X' marking with his arms.

"Why not?" said America, eyes sparkling with some kind of emotion.

"Hello? Nations? Were just states, you guys are the head honchos! You guys could get kidnapped and then we would be even worse off!"

"And we should just let teenagers go off to rescue an adult from a terrorist group?"

"I'll have you know that I'm over a hundred years old!"

"Arizona!" yelled Oklahoma, scolding him and making Arizona cross his arms and huff indignantly.

"Well…si?" said New Mexico actually answering the question. Eight nations stared at them incredulously and the Okie shifted nervously.

"They are right, we can't go alone."

"Well duh. We'll get one of the older states."

"I'm coming no matter what." Said America, crossing his arms like Arizona.

"But-"

"No buts. You guys are my states; I'm not standing by and doing nothing! That's anything but heroic!" Oklahoma giggled while Arizona smirked and New Mexico sighed but was smiling as well.

"I knew you'd act like this." Said Arizona, grinning at him before turning to his brother. "North Carolina's at Cali's place so that's a no go."

"Maryland will tell Del…" replied New Mexico.

"Oh hell no! We aren't telling Del until we absolutely have too!"

"Then who won't tell Delaware and is nearby…?" Oklahoma suddenly smiled, a look of realization crossing her features.

"Who are you-no don't tell me you're thinking of-"

"Yes her." Arizona groaned, falling off the couch as New Mexico's eyebrows furrowed in concern.

"Who? What are you guys talking about?" asked France, watching the exchange between the three kids. Oklahoma giggled and covered her mouth with her hand to try and hide the giggles.

"Chica loca over there is talking about South Carolina." Said New Mexico, getting off the sofa and stretching.

"I'll drive!" shouted Arizona.

"NO!" shouted both Oklahoma and New Mexico, looks of pure fear on their faces.

"I would prefer living thank you!" said Oklahoma, shaking her head at him.

"But-"

"No."

"I'll drive. We'll take the van." Interrupted America to the shared look by the three southern states.

"I'm still not sure if you should get involved…" America raised an eyebrow at Arizona's muttered comment before offering a hand to help Oklahoma up.

"You guys gonna come? I don't think I'll be able to attend the meeting today." he said, looking at the other nations as he pulled Oklahoma up.

"Fine git. Like I can trust you with minors." Commented England, huffing angrily.

"Oui and I shall come to keep an eye on England." Said the French nation, standing up and also reaching down to help England up only to have his hand swatted angrily away by said nation.

"Bloody hell you will!"

"I shall come to, da." Arizona and New Mexico paled a bit but America slowly nodded before turning to the former Axis nations.

"What about you three?"

"Nien. I need to report to my boss." Said Germany, crossing his arms.

"Ve! I'll a-go with Germany!" shouted Italy, jumping out of his seat to be beside the German nation.

"And you Japan?"

"Ah well…I-I need to report to my boss and there is a lot of paperwork that needs to be done…" said Japan, looking very nervous and choosing his words carefully.

"It's okay dude, we'll call a cab for you guys!" Germany was already on his phone dialing for the taxi.

"Are you coming Mr…uhm…" Oklahoma asked, turning to the half invisible nation next to America.

"Canada." Sighed the nation. "And I'm not sure…"

"C'mon Canadia, please?" asked the blond haired American. "If only to keep Iggy and France from killing each other?" His brother sighed before slowly nodding.

"As long as I sit up front."

"That's fine for me!" Germany finished making his call and turned back to the group.

"The taxi will be here in a bit." He said, putting his cell phone back in his pocket.

"Okay so where exactly are we going?" America glanced over at the clock. "And dude's it's nearly three and I'm starving." As if on que, New Mexico's stomach growled loudly and his face turned a bright red.

"Umm…only pretzels on the plane…"

"I'll make pasta!" yelled Italy, dashing into the kitchen.

"I'll help!" Oklahoma quickly followed the Italian into the kitchen.

"Can I he-" started New Mexico but Arizona cut him off.

"No way, you only make spicy stuff!" His grin slowly faded though as he turned to look at America. "…Are you sure Virginia's okay?"

"Y-yeah he's okay." America stopped himself from continuing. The man he saw tied up and shot in the knee, it was likely Virginia but he didn't want to make the teens worry anymore than they already were. "He's a strong guy isn't he?"

Arizona nodded, smiling softly. "After you've been though as much as he has, you do get to be pretty tough." America ruffled the boy's hair which made him scowl and attempt to fix it back to its spikiness.

Biting his lip America watched the two boys, apparently twins, start up small talk with the nations a little awkwardly but friendly. He couldn't help the beginning feeling of fear and protectiveness over him and it was something he couldn't understand.

A hand was placed on his shoulder and he jumped, only to see his own brother right there. "So…does this make me an Uncle?" asked Canada, holding Kumajiro in his other arm. America had to hold onto his stomach because he was laughing so hard.


South Carolina sighed, putting the phone back in her purse. After paying a visit to the local Piggly Wiggly she was on her way back home with the makings for the night's dinner.

Sometimes it sucked representing a state, you never died and technically didn't exist but somehow you would get a random check in the mail from the state department to make sure you didn't starve which was pretty convenient.

Suddenly her phone rang again and she pulled it back out, a picture of a woman with wavy black hair and amber eyes on the screen. "Hey Georgie what's up?" she asked, answering the call before it went to voicemail.

"Hiya South! I'm heading down to Florida's place-" said a sweet sounding voice on the other end, which was cut off by South Carolina's groan.

"Oh sweet Jesus! Don't tell me you need me to cover for you too Alice?! North showed up just the other day asking me to cover him and I just got off the phone with Tennessee who's heading to Colorado Springs for a concert!"

"No no, nothing like that! I don't care if Isaac comes looking for me. Florida just asked if I'd like to go to Disney with him, Alaska, Hawaii and Puerto Rico! Wanna come?" South Carolina shook her head even though she knew Georgia couldn't see her.

"No thanks. You, Flo, and the kids have fun! Tell 'em I said hi!" She heard an annoyed huff come from the Georgian and South Carolina snickered under her breath. She knew the face Georgia was making right now was probably pouty and hilarious.

"C'mon Em, you never have any fun anymore! Please come with us?"

"No Georgia. I feel like I'm suppose to stay here for a bit. You know, those weird feelings you get when something's gonna happen?" It was silent on the other end for a moment and inwardly South Carolina cussed at herself.

"South Carolina are you sayin' what I think you're sayin'." South Carolina sighed, pulling the truck into her driveway.

"Yeah I am. I'm even thinking of callin' up old Yankee Del to tell him it's that strong." There was an even longer lull in the conversation as she put the truck in park and turned off the engine.

"Emma…the last time you had a bad feeling bad enough to call Delaware of all people was…" Her voice trailed off and South Carolina flinched, a sudden flood of horrid memories sweeping in.

"I know, 9-11 please don't remind me…" she whispered.

"I still have nightmares about that day…" Georgia sighed. "But anyway, how about you call Virginia and tell him. I bet he'll tell Isaac for you!" South Carolina also sighed, opening the truck door and getting out.

"Maybe I'll do that…sorry to ruin your drive Alice."

"Not ruined Southie, I'll just keep an extra eye on the kids during the trip. You gonna be okay?" Worry slipped into Georgia's voice and South Carolina ran her free hand through her very short hair.

"I'll be fine…hey Georgie?"

"Mhm?"

"You know Aurora, Sunny and Philippe could pass for Florida and your kids right?" South Carolina could practically hear the blush spread onto her closest friend and state neighbor's face.

"E-Emma Marion!"

"Love you Alice, call me when you get to Josey's place!" South Carolina ended the call as she burst out in laughter, barely keeping herself upright to open the truck's back door. The Floridian and Georgian were a perfect match for one another and had been dating for two years now, without anyone besides South Carolina and Louisiana finding out. Louisiana wanted to tell and 'spread the love' but Florida going all conquistador on him kept him from telling. Bribery was what was currently being used though to keep the recovering state from spilling the beans.

"Sooner or later they're going to have to tell…" she giggled, her laughter dying down. Picking up the three bags of groceries she closed the back door with her foot, to the amusement of a nearby child on a tricycle.

"Hi Miss. Marion!" the little girl said, ringing her little princess bell as she rode by.

"Hello Suzy! Be careful not to go in the street okay?"

"Yes ma'am!" South Carolina watched her bike her little tricycle down the sidewalk, pulling it up into her house where Suzy's mother was dutifully watching. Turning away she walked to her front door and unlocked it, finally getting the groceries inside with minimal injury (She'd dropped a packet of bacon on the floor and the tub of butter on her right foot).

"Ow!" she whimpered, bouncing on one foot as she rubbed the other one. "Great job Em…" Slowly South Carolina put her foot down to put away the groceries at the same time began to cook supper.

Opening her smart phone, she held it to her ear against her shoulder after dialing Virginia's number. After ten rings it finally went to his voicemail. "Well that's weird…" South Carolina redialed but it was the same thing again. "Really weird…"

The third time she left a message for Virginia to call her as soon as he got to his phone (It involved more profane words in the exact message and she really hoped the younger states wouldn't hear it).

Great. Now she was even more worried. South Carolina sighed, putting her phone down and turned to her radio situated on the top counter above the sink. Turning it on, she tuned it to a local country station. She needed something to cheer her up so why not a little of Josh Turner and wise cracking radio hosts.

Losing herself to the music and cooking the chicken breast she'd just bought, South Carolina didn't notice when her phone started signaling another call was coming through. A picture of a man with smoothed back blond hair and a scowl on his face flashed on the screen but faded to her normal background of a confederate flag with only the number showing up as a notification when the caller left a voicemail.


It was way later than America would have liked but after the chaos of the day, having the quiet hour of one in the morning was pretty nice. "So how much longer is it?" he asked, looking in the mirror back at Oklahoma.

"Not much, take the next left up ahead." She said, yawning at the end. "I really hope she's here…"

"Where else could she be?" He didn't want to mention it to the teenager but he was feeling a strange feeling again, like when he grabbed a hold of Oklahoma's wrist. It was like he knew he was close to another state. Is that what they meant when Arizona explained earlier about worrying that America would sense them? If it is, South Carolina is most assuredly nearby if he was only relying on his gut for answers.

"She has a place over in Charleston. Even if she's not here I know where the spare key is and we can at least get some sleep." America chuckled.

"To late for those two." Arizona and New Mexico were crashed, Arizona leaning against the window and New Mexico against Arizona. Oklahoma giggled quietly and nodded.

"Same with England, Russia and Canada." She replied, pointing her thumb at the back. England was on the left as far away from Russia as possible, asleep on his propped up hand while Russia was curled up on the other side, smiling eerily in his sleep.

America snickered, looking out of the corner of his eyes at Canada who kept falling half asleep and waking up again. He really wished he wasn't driving so he could throw a little paper ball into his brothers mouth. France had to leave earlier to give a call to America's, England's and his own Boss what was going on so there was only four nations left on the trip, plus the three states. "I wish the commie would've left…"

"I thought he wasn't a communist anymore?" America turned on his turn signal, finally getting to the light that had been a block away when Oklahoma mentioned it.

"Eh, old habits die hard. Where do I go after this?"

"Oh right down the street, her house is on the right."

"Okay. So…what's South Carolina like? Arizona seemed a little nervous of coming." The blond girl nervously bit her lip, a habit America made note of she did a lot.

"Well…she can be pretty intimidating. I mean, some people are scared of her but she's really nice. South Carolina doesn't get along with a lot of people, Arizona's probably just worried how she's going to react to you."

"To me?"

"Yeah you see she-there it is! 677! Just park right there!" America pulled to the side of the road in front of an old-fashioned looking house with a white porch and a balcony over the driveway. He whistled in admiration at the pretty little home.

"Nice place."

"She likes her one in Charleston better but she prefer's being close to her capital." Oklahoma leaned over and poked New Mexico and Arizona. "Come on guys, we're at South's place." New Mexico muttered something incoherent and Arizona yawned and blinked slowly awake.

"We're here?" he asked, stretching his arms up over his head.

"Yes, should we wake up England and Russia?" asked Oklahoma, unbuckling her seat belt.

"Sure you can wake Iggy but if you value your life, don't go near the Russian." Said America grinning before unbuckling his own seat and getting out. Walking around he opened the side door and helped a sleepy Canada out.

"Five more minutes…" he muttered, yawning. America rolled his eyes as the back door opened. Oklahoma, New Mexico and Arizona shuffled out, New Mexico still half asleep leaning on Arizona. England stepped out a moment later, yawning behind his hand but more conscious than the Spanish teen or the Canadian.

"Are you going to leave Russia out here?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at the blond American who sighed.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah I know." Once Canada wasn't falling over and was finally starting to wake up America let him go and stuck his head into the van. "Yo Ruski! Get your ass up we're here!" Que terrifying aura from the back of the van. "He's awake now."

America turned back and headed over to the three kids who were looking at the truck parked in the driveway. "Sweet she's here!" said Oklahoma, smiling at him at the same time Arizona flinched and he looked worriedly at America.

"I'll be fine Arizona. Now c'mon, New Mexico's gonna fall asleep again." America said, letting the Okie lead the way to the door.

"Oh boy…you guys ready?" she asked, specifically looking at America. She was more or less asking if he was ready to face another state. He nodded slowly and attempted a smile. Oklahoma took a deep breath before knocking against the door while Arizona took the louder approach of pushing the doorbell…repeatedly.

"She's probably asleep you know."

"I know." Arizona grinned at Oklahoma who only sighed and looked up in exasperation.

"Ella nos va a matar." Yawned New Mexico, blinking blearily. Arizona tried to peek through the window just like America had been doing at apparently Virginia's house.

"Light just turned on at the stairs." Said the brown haired teen, pulling back from the window.

"You might want to stand back America, England, Canada." Mumbled New Mexico. Heeding the boys advice, the three stepped back off the porch as Russia finally emerged from the van.

The door clicked and suddenly burst open and a small man emerged, looking thoroughly annoyed before his expression turned into startled frown at the sight of the three teens in front of him. "What the-Ari, New Mex, Okie what are you doing here?!" hissed the guy who did NOT have a males voice.

"Huh not a dude, it's not a dude*." America's mind screamed at him. Jesus-was that South Carolina? She apparently had a boy's styled short haircut the color of clay and judging by the dark bags under her eyes, was exhausted.

"Well you see…umm…we-we need your help." Stuttered Oklahoma, looking embarrassed and worried.

"You know it's like one in the morning right? Why is Virginia letting you guys run around like this? And who's that…with…you..." Her indigo eyes met America's baby blue one'; shock, worry, fear and something else in the dark blue depths.

"Oh dear God. What have you done."


And this chapters wrapped up! I hope you enjoyed it and the next chapter should be out soon! By the way, a Piggly Wiggly is a grocery store down here in the South. Yes it's called Piggly Wiggly. They sell pretty cool shirts there besides grocery's. I also feel I should explain about South Carolina's 'feeling'. The best way I can describe it is technically 'chime child'. It'll be explained in more detail later (WAY later) but she does have an extra sense or gut feeling like to know when something big is going to happen. Again, going to go in depth in that later. Please review!

*Erm…Pitch Perfect. No other explanation needed besides that. I don't own it.