Omega: I'm on a roll with this story right now!
New Hampshire: But why did you put Hungary as my part-
Omega: Shuuuuuush! Don't spoil the story for the audience!
NH: They already know about that from the second chapter, idiot! :(
Omega: Oh, right ^_^; I know that decision will bring about some hilarious situations for our readers to enjoy.
New York: And torture Ham Sandwich :D
NH: I will break you in half York! *chases him around the place*
Omega: Wait! NH! You still need to do the disclaimer! Aw hell, Vermont you do it.
Vermont: *Wakes up* Huh? Oh, Omega doesn't own Hetalia, but the states belong to him. *Goes back to sleep*

December 14, 1774, New Castle

Captain John Cochran paced along the wall of Fort William and Mary, occasionally glancing out at the cities of Portsmouth and New Castle. Ships ferried in and out of the docks, fishermen hauling in their catches, and the moving throng of citizens making their way through the streets, all under the watchful eye of Cochran and his five provincial soldiers. He was proud of his post, to keep the New Hampsherites along the coast in line. They were known for being rowdy, and whispers were floating around the British army that they planned to rebel. But Cochran doubted that a ragtag party of farmers and sailors could topple the British presence in the colony, especially since reinforcements were on their way to strengthen the fort and hopefully deter any plans of a rebellion.

Then Cochran stopped when he heard something. It was faint, obviously a distance away, but he could never mistake its rhythm; the beat of a drum. It was accompanied by the sound of shouting, a few voices at first, but it soon became louder, and louder, and louder still, until it seemed the very earth was shaking with the roar. Cochran leaned over the wall to get a good look at the source. He didn't like what he saw.

Several hundred men were advancing on the fort, yelling and raising their fists to the air. Some were wielding muskets, Kentucky long rifles, pistols, torches, and most with their own two fists. And leading this angry mob was the colony of New Hampshire, holding no weapon but looking absolutely ferocious as he walked alongside the man beating on the drum.

Cochran yelled for his men to be at the ready, and three of them manned the cannons facing the mob while the other two stood on either side of their comrades, muskets gripped tightly in their hands.

NH's POV

"Stop right there!" The British officer yelled down at us, and I looked up at him. Just an officer and five soldiers? This was going to be no trouble at all.

"The people of New Hampshire declare their independence from Great Britain!" My proclamation was met by a resounding shout of agreement from my men, as
I continued, "Surrender the fort to us, and you won't get hurt. Resist, and we'll take it by force!"

The officer scoffed, "Surrender, to rebel scum like you? We have the high ground, cannons, and military training; you are fish mongers, farmers, common peasants with no discipline and no military background. I will not give up this fort to the likes of you!"

Stupid fool, I thought. Without another word I charged to the gate, the crowd following with a roar of battle fury. The cannoneers opened fire, but the explosions that shook the ground didn't even faze the patriots as they kept coming. The soldiers fired a volley of bullets, injuring some of the men but still they came. Two soldiers rushed down to the closed gate and aimed their muskets as I reached it.

I slipped his hands under the gate and, with a yell, lifted it up with my superhuman strength. It flew up with such force and speed that once it hit the top of the stone it shattered into a thousand splinters. The soldiers fired and pain tore through my chest and stomach, causing me to yell out, but because I was a colony the wounds were non-fatal, but they still hurt as much. I stopped to recover a for a bit, and my men rushed in to attack. They engaged in close hand-to-hand combat with the soldiers, overwhelming them with sheer numbers. Cochran and the rest of the defending force turned on the colonists that had breached the gate, firing off more rounds. As my countrymen fell and cried out in pain, rage built up inside me until I reached the breaking point.

I charged up the stone steps, and a soldier ran to meet me. I flung him over my shoulder and kept going, making a bee line for Cochran. He pulled the trigger on his pistol, but it jammed. Slamming it down on the ground he brandished his sword, but I tore it from his grasp and bent it into a loop, then grabbed him by the coat and lifted him off his feet.

"Too bad for you, bloody Brit." I growled before winding my fist back and punching him in the face, knocking him out instantly. I turned to see that the last of the British troops had been subdued, and was relieved to see that no-one was killed, but some of my men were bloody from gunshot wounds and others bruised from fighting with the stubborn soldiers.

I walked to the center of the fort, my men encircling me and talking excitedly among themselves. I looked at them and I didn't see just fishmongers, farmers, or common peasants, but soldiers who were fighting for their freedom.

"Boys, the fort is ours!" The fort exploded with three loud cheers, and some of the men took down the British flag flying on its pole, and the patriots cheered even louder when it fell. I looked on, pride swelling my chest. No longer was I a colony of Great Britain, but my own separate state.

Modern Day

I opened my front door slowly and peered nervously inside my living room, scouring every inch of it for a certain brunette. When no sign of her was found, I silently tip-toed inside, shutting the door at glacial speed. Once that was done I moved towards the kitchen which was just down the hallway, my blood pounding in my head and my heart beating a mile a minute. I looked around the hallway; still no Hungary. Inching to the kitchen, I began snaking through the doorway.

Suddenly a blur knocked me into the wall, and small but powerful arms got me in a air-stealing hug. I didn't even have time to think as my breath left me starving for air.

"Nagy az én kis!," Hungary chirped happily as she buried her head in my chest, "It's so good to see you again!"

I managed to squeak, "H-Hungary... you're crushing my spine!"

She let go, but after I caught my breath the country latched on to me again, less forceful this time.

"I'm so glad America was able to put me with my absolute favorite state; and here I thought he was just an annoying little punk!"

"Oh, I'll make sure to thank him later," I replied darkly, managing to pry Hungary off. When I went back to the living room, Hungary followed and continued talking, "God, these three months are going to be so fun! Just you, me, and no-one else to disturb us and our time together."

I froze, just realizing something important and catastrophic. I laughed nervously, "Well that's not entirely true, Hungary..."

She blinked, "What do you mean?"

It was then a loud German voice called out, "Yo NH, is that you? Gottverdammt, man, your home late..."

Prussia entered the room, wearing a black t-shirt, jeans, and a plaid handkerchief wrapped around his neck. He was clutching a beer in his hand, and stopped when he saw Hungary.

"You! What are you doing here!?" They yelled and pointed at each other. Hungary spoke first, "What am I doing here? I'm here because I was assigned with New Hampshire for the experiment, not you, so get out!"

Prussia scoffed, "First of all, what the hell are you talking about, and second of all, I was here first!" He came up and rested an arm on my shoulder, "Plus, he's my best bud, and he took me in when West kicked me out, zurückgeblieben."

Hungary grabbed my arm and pulled me to her, sliding out from under Prussia's arm, "Nem! Why my sweet little state would ever be friends with a selfish, idiotic fattyú like you is beyond me."

The albino grabbed my other arm and pulled, "Because he knows how frickin' awesome I am! Kesesesesese!"

Pull, "You're about as awesome as the dirt in the sole of my shoe!"

Pull, "Heh, you know how awesome I am, you're just afraid to say it."

"Eh, guys?" My bid to get their attention failed and they continued arguing.

"Guys..." At this point I was getting irritated, and if they didn't let go right now...

"Won't you just give up!?" They yelled at each other, and I snapped. I tore out of their grasps and grabbed them by the back of their clothes and lifted them off their feet.

"Now if you two are done arguing, I'll decide what we're going to do," They remained silent as I continued, "Because Prussia's staying here, and Hungary's been assigned as my partner, you'll just have to play nice or I'll kill you. Fair?"

Prussia looked at me like I'd grown a second head, "Nein! Not good at all, man! She's gonna ruin all our awesome, manly ventures with her psychotic..."

"Finish that sentence, Beilschmidt, and I'll make you regret it." Hungary seethed, so I growled, "Apparently you wanna play hard ball; how about I lock you both in the closet, confiscate Hungary's frying pan, and with no dinner," I eyed the bottle in Prussia's hand, "Or beer?"

Prussia was shocked, and Hungary was no different. I dropped them and Prussia grabbed my shirt, his ruby eyes wide and pleading, "OK, I'll do what you want; just don't lock me up with that crazy bitch with no beer!"

I patted his head and looked at Hungary, cocking a brow at her.

"Fine. Without my frying pan I couldn't beat Prussia to a pulp for being an idiot."

"Close enough. Now, Hungary, you go and get yourself settled in the second guest room, Prussia will help you, and I'll get dinner ready," I pointed up the stairs and Hungary went first. When Prussia was still standing next to me I nudged him, "Well get going!"

He grumbled while going up and I just sighed in exasperation; this was going to be a LONG experiment...

Omega: That's all for now, folks. Fave and review or NH will lock YOU in a closet with Prussia! (Though for most of you fangirls, that isn't a punishment, is it?)
NH: Translations for the Hungarian and German words spoken in this chapter are below, for those of you who don't speak these languages.

Hungarian:

Nagy az én kis! / Hi my little state!

Nem! / No!

fattyú / bastard

German:

Gottverdammt / Goddammit

zurückgeblieben / retard

Nein! / No!