HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ALFRED!
Russia: Da, happy birthday little Fredka. *happy bear hug of crushing strength*
America: thanks... ow... someone please get Russia away from me...
Disclaimer: Hetalia wouldn't be as cool if it were mine...
CH. 4
America ran.
England just stood there with a faintly amused and bored look on his face. Lithuania looked like he was torn between rescuing the American and angering Russia. Prussia was rolling on the floor laughing while Germany shushed him. Virginia looked like he was going to kill America for stupidity alone. Alaska had dissolved into giggles. Maryland was just trying to keep D.C. from running over to Russia and trying to stop him single-handedly.
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH! COME ON, GUYS! HELP ME!"
"Kolkolkolkolkolkol..."
"Wait!" America suddenly stopped.
Russia glared at him.
America mumbled something under his breath that the others were too far away to hear. Russia seemed to consider for a moment, then nodded.
America trudged back over with a sigh, apparently no longer being chased by the angry Russian.
"What'd you say?" asked Texas curiously. Alfred only shook his head.
There was a rather awkward silence.
"So... moving on... let's go find North Dakota. I have to tame the hyper monster that is her." America turned and led the nations out of the room, the states staying to clear the dishes. (With fifty siblings, you learn pretty quickly that it's best to do your chores fast.)
KA-BOOM.
England jumped, reaching instinctively for a weapon thay wasn't there. America only flinched, appearing used to this. Russia looked in the direction the sound had come from. He and America apparently both knew what it was.
Alfred sighed. "FLORA!"
"What?" Florida, now changed out of her bathing suit from the water war, stuck her head in the kitchen door, apparently having been in the back yard.
"Aren't you grounded?" he added.
"Oh, well Al just got here a few minutes ago, and he and I were bored, so we're having a competition!"
"Alabama is back? Huh. I thought he was going to be on vacation with Louisiana for another three days."
"They came back early because of an explosion that Louise may or may not have caused in the hotel... anditwasn'tmyfault," Florida finished quickly.
"Oh, for—did you build another homemade bomb?"
"...we were bored, and she was sleeping over my house, so we went on YouTube and learned how. And I kind of dared her to do it..."
America just sighed like this was normal behavior.
A boy with sandy brown hair joined Florida at the door. "Hi, Dad!"
"Al, what exactly is this competition?"
"We decided to make miniature rockets again."
Suddenly, Russia looked up. "Fredka, what is the smell? It can't be...?"
America turned to the two states with a raised eyebrow.
"They go faster if we use real rocket fuel, really!"
"You used real rocket fuel?!"
"We broke into NASA."
"Oh lord..."
"We left a note!"
America gave up and turned to the nations. "Guys, this is Alabama, or Allan Jones—"
"Hi!"
"And since I didn't introduce her earlier, Flora, or Florida... who by the way is still grounded and has ten seconds to get to her room before I take away her keys to NASA's labs."
Florida paled. "Later, Al! Don't you dare cheat and mess with my rocket!" She ran off, charging up the stairs two at a time and almost knocking over the black-haired boy coming down.
"Hi Flora," he said with a smirk, apparently used to the younger state. He looked about the same age as America, maybe a year or two younger, but it was obvious that he was a state. He wore a button-down shirt, dress pants, and a tie that was hanging loose around his neck. He also had a suit coat, but it was thrown over his shoulder, no longer being worn. His eyes matched England's exactly.
"Hi Johnny! Can't talk! Bye!" She ran past him and down the hallway, the sound of her bedroom door shutting resonating through the house.
"Breaking her grounding rules again, I take it? Eight seconds... That's a new personal record."
"What are you doing here, Johnny?"
"Ginny called me and told me about the nations being here."
A faint "Don't call me Ginny!" was heard from the direction of the kitchen.
"Wow... he has good ears. Anyways... basically, the fifty are all coming here now. I assembled everyone. Colorado and New Mexico might be late again, though."
"They always are," Virginia said with a sigh, leaning out of the kitchen with a frying pan and dishtowel in his hand.
"Wait, what?" America was looking between Virginia and the slightly older teen (Johnny, apparently).
"Dad. If you want to finally tell them all we exist, you can't ignore me! I'm the oldest state!" Johnny shot America a look.
"Yeah, but I was the oldest colony!" Everyone turned back to the kitchen, where Virginia was pointing his frying pan threateningly at the other state.
There were several groans from the kitchen. Apparently, the other states knew where this was going.
"Yeah, but nobody cares about our colony years, do they? Besides, statewise, you're one of the youngest of the Thirteen."
Virginia threw the dishtowel into the kitchen, ignoring the faint "ow!" and accompanying 'thwack!'. He stomped past the nations (many of whom wisely jumped out of the way) and up the stairs, frying pan pointed at the state they had by now realized was Delaware.
Several states with soapy dishes and towels peeled out of the kitchen. Maryland was watching silently, calmly drying the plate in his hand. D.C. grabbed his hand, looking up with wide eyes.
Virginia finally reached Delaware, looking murderous.
Maryland sighed and handed a snickering Texas his plate and towel, starting towards the other two states.
Virginia stood in front of his older brother for a minute, then suddenly leapt forward and tackled him, sending them both crashing down the stairs. The nations closest leapt back quickly, apparently smart enough to avoid the tumbling tangle of fists and elbows.
"Immature brat!"
"Braggart!"
"Liar!"
"Idiot!"
"As—"
"STOP FIGHTING!"
Virginia and Delaware froze. Delaware had Virginia in a headlock, Virginia about to elbow him in the face. Maryland stood over them, arms folded.
America blinked in surprise. The states looked equally stunned. Maryland never raised his voice. The last time any of them had heard him speak in anything but his usual calm tone was during 9/11.
Without another word, Maryland dragged them apart, picked Virginia up (the younger state was surprisingly light), and carried him off, leaving the others gazing after them in confusion.
D.C. ran over and grabbed America's hand, apparently unwilling to be alone for too long, as was the case with most three-year-olds.
"Uh..." America glanced at the nations. "...they tend to argue a lot. It doesn't always come to blows, but... yeah."
Massachusetts ran out of the kitchen. "Delaware! We need to have a meeting of the Thirteen later! It's important!"
"Okay, okay! Nice to see you too, Mass." Delaware cracked a smile, letting his younger brother tug him to his feet.
America turned to him. "Del, when is everyone going to get here?"
"Well, Georgia and the other east-coast states will be here in a few minutes, and so will Washington and Oregon, since they were already on their way, but the far west states are going to take a while," he said, rubbing at his black eye.
As if on cue, there was the loud slam of a car door closing. A voice from outside called, "Hey guys! We're here!"
Two teens with blond hair entered, a boy who looked tired and slightly annoyed, and a very cheerful girl wearing a flowered headband and tie-dyed T-shirt. "Hi guys!" The girl waved.
"Dad. She made me drive here in her convertible! Her bright yellow, flower-covered convertible." The boy seemed to be trying impress upon them all what a cruel, cruel fate this was. "2,808 miles of her listening to that stupid radio program, singing along to EVERY song, and worst of all, talking. Endlessly."
"Ouch." Massachusetts winced in sympathy.
"It was fun! George is just grumpy. He missed Cal." The girl smirked at this last part.
"When's Colorado gonna show up? I need someone sane to talk to," Washington sighed.
"Soon enough. Give it an hour or two." Delaware glanced at the clock.
Texas piped up. "I think California's in his room. He's sulking about his camera."
"Alfred... care to introduce all of them..?" England looked from one state to the next.
"Oh. Yeah. This is Washington, or George. Don't get him confused with D.C. It bugs him."
"Yeah, yeah. Now can I go find Cal?" Washington turned to America.
"Sure." Washington ran up the stairs. America turned to the girl in the headband. "This is Oregon—"
"Hi! My human name is Lucy. Don't mind grumpy over there." She nodded to Washington's retreating form. "He gets like that a lot."
"And this is—"
"Hey... I remember you... you showed up at a world meeting once! I thought you were America's assistant," interrupted England.
"Yes. Johnathan Frederick Jones, or Delaware, the first state. Dad made me come because he was sick that day and needed someone to pay attention to the meeting for him. Nice to meet you all." Delaware stuck out a hand, which both Germany and England shook a bit hesitantly. "I'm going to go find North Dakota, Dad. I think I know where she is anyways."
"Okay. Thank you. And try to avoid Virginia... or at least try to be civil around each other."
"Yeah, I will. But you should probably let all the countries go back to the hotel in D.C. It's almost two thirty, and they won't want to get stuck in rush hour. Your meeting ends tomorrow, right?"
"Yeah. Good idea." Alaska immediately burst into tears from where he had been watching in the kitchen. "...and Russia can spend the night," Alfred sighed. Russia smiled his creepy smile as more than a few states shuddered. "All fifty should be here by morning, so I can introduce them after our meeting."
"Good. Now I can go have some proper tea." England shot America a look. "How you can possibly not have any in your house is beyond me."
"Shut up, Iggy, or I'll dump tea on your head again."
Massachusetts snickered. "I was a genius when I was little."
"Yeah. What happened since?" Texas knocked on the side of his brother's head.
"Hey!"
"Come on, guys." America turned to lead the nations out. "Oh, don't go in the basement. Washington and Colorado get into some weird stuff down there."
"...weird how?" England gave America a look.
"Uh... like, Mattie's brownies weird."
"What?!"
"They're strange kids."
England rolled his eyes. "Alfred, everything about you is strange. Including your family."
"Especially our family," Texas said with a glance at the other states.
-SOMEDAY I WILL LEARN THE ART OF LINE BREAKS-
Prussia:... so what did America say to Russia? You know, in the beginning.
Rambler: I refuse to say. I shall let you use your imagination. …poor America.
Prussia: *thinks* ... I NEED BRAIN BLEACH OH GOTT IN HIMMEL MENTAL IMAGES
...let's move on, now.
('Gott in himmel' is God in heaven ...I don't know the word for 'in' in German... so yeah... I fail.)
NOTES:
-The first rocket to put humans on the moon was built in Huntsville, Alabama. And Florida (specifically Cape Canaveral) is where a lot of space shuttles are launched. So those two are rocket buddies!
-I made Delaware a little mean in the beginning, because I think he and Ginny *stabbed by Virginia* would argue a lot, but he really does love his siblings, and sees it as his job to take care of all of them.
-Delaware is the first state, for any who didn't know. (I actually only learned that because I've read so many states fics... I am a horrible American.)
-Virginia is the tenth state, but the first colony.
-...don't judge the impossibly fast drive from Oregon to Virginia. This is Hetalia. Nothing makes sense.
-Alfred's house in Virginia near D.C. would be 2808 miles from Portland, Oregon. (Thank you, Google Maps...)
-Washington is kinda grumpy. I attribute this to the fact that it rains a lot there. Oregon, while also rainy, seems to be a bit more cheery.
-Washington and Colorado have both legalized medical m***. So they hang out together in the basement.
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Barcha: We shall see... I'm trying to work that in, I promise. Next chapter will deal heavily with the original thirteen and relations with England... but I won't say any more than that!
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Holy shiitake mushrooms that was a long A/N...