Omega: What up mah peeps! Sorry this took so long! You guys have been sending in those ideas and they're turning out to be very interesting. But I'm receiving too many for Washington, so I need you guys to send me different states, and I need more male characters.
New Hampshire: You forgot to mention that you already have characters for Oregon and Delaware.
Omega: And that, too. I didn't put them on the taken states list, so now that makes roughly around 25 states that have a character, so 25 remain open for submission!
Canada: Eh... so do you think you can do my provinces next, Omega?
Omega: Who said that? *looks around dumbly*
New Hampshire: It's Canada, you freaking dunce. *rolls eyes*
Omega: Oooooh... well, do the disclaimer!
NH: God, I hate doing this: Omega doesn't own Hetalia or the characters in it, and if he did, the states would be canon.
Omega: You would, and here's the story!

December 26, 1776, Shore of the Delaware River, New Jersey

I sneezed loudly, creating a small cloud of mist that evaporated quickly. I was sitting near a fire in the Continental Army's New Jersey camp, under the command of Virginia's General Washington, probably the finest commanding officer in the entire army. But even he had suffered terrible losses at the hand of British General Howe, depleting our troops to about 5,000 able-bodied men, and to make matters worse, 1,400 of them would have their enlistments expire at the end of the year. New York had been captured by Britain after driving out the Continental forces that Washington commanded. The great general was in his tent, discussing a course of action that I had heard involved crossing the Delaware and attacking Hesse and his troops that were stationed in Trenton, celebrating Christmas.

I broke into a coughing fit, hacking and wheezing for at least 3 minutes before it stopped. Virginia came over and wrapped a blanket around me before sitting down next to me and began rubbing my back. I'd caught the flu and was feeling like hell, and of course Ophelia hadn't left me and was constantly fussing over my condition.

"You shouldn't go on the raid, Zack," She told me, her eyes clouded with worry, "You need to rest and get better."

I pulled the blanket tighter around myself, the thick cotton warming me up a little, "No way, Ophelia; I'm not gonna rest until York's safe with us again and Britain's forced out just like the way he forced us out. The look New Jersey has in her eyes is killing me."

The state that was Jersey was sitting with her militia around another fire, a haunted look in her orange orbs. Megan Loraine Jones had her long raven hair under a soldier's hat and held her pistol close, staring into the crackling flames without blinking. Pennsylvania, who was sitting across from me and Virginia, had a bowl of steaming hot soup crammed with meat and vegetables, and was eating it in leisurely slurps. That guy always had a positive outlook on things, even in the worst of times.

"Don't worry about her, Hammper," He stated, grinning brightly, "Once we start the attack, she'll get better."

"I hope so, Penn," I muttered. Just then Washington emerged from his tent, calling for the troops' and states' attention before announcing, "Muster your arms and ready the boats, we attack Trenton now. States, you'll be riding with me."

I used the butt of my rifle to support myself as I got up, shedding the blanket and replacing it with my coat. I followed Virginia as we crowded into a rowboat with Penn, Jersey, Rhodey, and Geoff Jones, the state of Delaware. He was as small as Rhodey, and his quiet nature often made other states forget about him, which irritated him greatly. He had black hair with a greenish tint to it, and had hard silver eyes. His least favorite state was Penn, and often remarked that his constant cheery attitude made him sick.

Washington got on as well and I grabbed an oar, as did the other states. The boat was large, able to carry 20 people, maybe more. About 10 other boats crammed with soldiers followed ours across the river. I had to admit, this was dangerous; large chunks of ice floated here and there, and running into one could tip one of the boats right over. Add that to the freezing water temperature and the near-hurricane force gales nipping at our faces and other exposed areas of skin, and you would want to be doing anything other than crossing a river. But these weren't ordinary circumstances, and I wasn't about to let a little chill stop me from reaching my goal.

And the case was most likely the same for Washington; He stood with a foot planted on the middle seat, his eyes focused on the opposite shore, his gaze never wavering. He sort of reminded me of Frederick the Great of Prussia at that instant. When we reached the shore Jersey was the first to hop out, scanning for any Hessian sentries, but saw none. Most likely they were inside the small buildings, enjoying themselves and completely unaware of the army moving in on them.

The second and third groups crossed over with little incident, although some men from Delaware fell into the water and had to be pulled out, shivering greatly. I readied my longrifle and led a regiment of New Hampshire and Pennsylvanian troops, sneaking through the small forest before sighting the lights of some of Trenton's buildings. The rest of the army followed closely, and Washington drew his sabre, shouting, "Attack!"

We let out a war cry and charged into the streets, catching the few Hessian sentries in the streets by surprise, but not by much, as they fired several shots at us. We answered with volleys of our own, and more than a few collapsed from wounds both fatal and nonfatal. After the sentries had been cleared out I went for the closest house, kicking it open and rushing inside with my rifle up, followed by a group of soldiers to back me up.

The Hessians inside had been sitting down to Christmas dinner, and looked up at us in surprise when we burst in. I ordered, "The person who moves gets a bullet in their head!" I noticed at the end of the table farthest from me sat Hesse, who gave me and my men a blank stare. Ulrich Beilschmidt was definitely a strange-looking man; He had his long blond hair in a bun at the back of his head with loose bang on his left side, blue eyes, and a long scar that went from his forehead that ran over his right eye down to his jaw. Hesse was infamous for being a mercenary, and a deadly one at that.

But after a moment of sizing up me and my men, he let out a sigh and said, "Very well, Patriot; You've caught us with our pants down, so I'll come quietly."

I nodded to him, "Smart man. Come with us outside to meet the General."

I stepped aside to let Hesse and his men file out, the troops who were with me took any weapons they saw on the Germanic men. Washington was standing in the middle of the town square, hands clasped behind his back as he watched the other states and Continental soldiers force the remaining Hessians to surrender, and turned when I called to him that I had captured Hesse, and brought him over to Washington. Nation and general stood facing each other for a while before Washington broke the silence by saying, "Do you concede this battlefront in the sake of your men, Hesse?"

He gave a slight nod, his blue eyes never leaving Washington's face. Then the general turned to the gathering states and soldiers, announcing, "Well done, soldiers; this day belongs to the United States."

We broke out into cheers and clapping, and I fired a victory shot in the air with a large grin on my face. Maybe we could win this war after all...

Modern Day

I was about to drag Hungary into the living room and chew her out something terrible, but at the moment I started to grab her the doorbell rang, and I was forced to go answer it, though I gave her a death glare before heading to the door. I heard her chuckle nervously and Prussia say to her, "That was pretty stupid, Eliza."

When I opened the door, a man with black hair covering his forehead stood there with a bright smile on his face; Chandler Jones, the state of Mississippi. He was basically the Italy of America, because for starters, he never opened his eyes, although he could see everything, had a bubbly personality, and had an odd fascination with the color green. As you would guess, he wore a green rain jacket with a white shirt and camo green cargo shorts with black wading boots. He was kind of small, about the same size as Italy, but still taller than Rhodey and Delaware, which pissed them off quite a bit. Liechtenstein stood next to him, and was wearing her favorite dress.

"Hammper!" Miss called out and glomped me, wrapping his arms and legs around my torso. I noticed how he was soaked to the bone and dripping water from hurricane Isaac, and how my hoodie was getting wet from it.

"Hey, Miss," I replied, tearing his grip off of me and placing him back next to Liech, the latter whom gave me a sweet smile, "Hallo, Mr. New Hampshire."

I returned with a grin before replying, "Liech, I've told you before that there's no need for formalities; you can call me by my name, or NH, Hammper, or whatever you like... except Ham Sandwich."

The female country gave me a quizzical look, "Where did you get that name from?"

"Eh... never mind," As I said that, I made a mental note to tear York's arms off and beat him to death with them the next time I saw him. I gestured for them to come in and Miss immediately plopped onto the couch, waking up Pierce who had been napping there.

Pierce didn't mind, and just curled up and went back to snoozing. As I gestured for Liech to have a seat, Prussia came out and wrapped an arm around my shoulder.

"Hey buddy, do you remember saying something about... oh, I don't know... making me some pancakes? Like now."

I turned my head slowly to Prussia and gave him the look. Virginia told me that I get a creepy look in my eyes that is scarier than anything else imaginable, and I used it to my advantage a lot. Even Prussia, who's seen it so many times, still got freaked out whenever I fixed him with my unwavering stare.

"All right Prussia." He was surprised when I agreed to his demands, because whenever I gave him the look in the past, it usually meant I wanted him to go away or stop doing something, but because of all the craziness going on right now, I had to cut him some slack. That and I like messing with him sometimes.

An hour later, Prussia was sprawled out on the couch, stomach full of pancakes. Hungary got her fried dough, though I was still pissed at her. She was washing the dishes in an attempt to make up for it, so maybe I could be a little less intense. Miss was the only other person to ask for food and got scrambled eggs, but Idaho, Germany, and Liech turned down my offer to make them something, which is uncommon in our family, because I'm one hell of a cook.

"Hey, big bro?" Ann asked, and when I turned to her, she continued, "Is it alright if I can check out your farm? My calf needs some company..." She held her pet calf close to her while it let out a small moo. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention I have a farm, a little ways away from the house. There was a main barn for the cows, sheep, and goats, a duck and chicken pen, about 2 acres of garden including a pumpkin patch, and a small forest of apple trees.

I smiled broadly at my sister's question. She's so cute when she's shy! "Of course! You didn't have to ask because you're always welcome to. Have fun!"

Idaho got up from her spot next to Germany and before leaving gave him a sweet smile, "I'll be back in a little bit, okay Luddy?"

"Ja," The blonde man nodded and watched her walk out the front door. My sharp eyes picked out a haze of red on his cheeks; big scary Ludwig was blushing.

"You like her, don't you?"

The German looked at me in surprise, and Prussia picked his head up. I rested my chin in my hand and grinned, "Keheheheheheh, don't lie, mein freund; I saw the way you looked at my schwester."

Prussia joined in with his laugh, "Kesesesesese! West's got the hots for someone? Must be a blue moon."

"Nein! Stop insulting me!" Germany yelled, getting even more red in the face. Liech watched with a confused look in her eye before saying, "Mr. New- I mean, Zack, why are you teasing Mr. Germany about liking Idaho?"

"I'm not teasing him, I just think it's good to see a soft side of Luddy instead of his usual hard and strict demeanor. I'm glad that it's somebody that I can trust like Germany who fell in love with my little sister, and she seems to like him as well."

A knock on the door kept Germany from saying anything else as I went to answer it. I was greeted by a certain strawberry blonde, who hugged me tightly.

"Big brother! We're here!" Virginia got a warm hug and a smile in return. She kept her long straight hair in her usual half up, half down hairstyle. She wore her favorite white ruffle blouse, switched her jeans for black tights, and the black heels. All-in-all, Ophelia's still stunning as ever. I flicked my eyes up over her head, narrowing them at Austria ever so slightly. The aristocrat visibly began to sweat under my piercing gaze, and with good reason; he knew how much I hated him. And I get very aggressive with my enemies.

"Hey there, hon." A voice laced with a southern accent called behind Austria, which turned out to be Georgia walking up the steps with Switzerland. Grace, the only African-American in the family, was a woman with a warm smile that reflected her kind personality. Georgia kept her black hair in a messy ponytail, wore a yellow t-shirt and dark blue jeans with a light grey hoodie tied by the arms around her waist.

"Georgia! Welcome!" I called and we hugged each other when she got to us. Switzerland and Austria turned away from each other, and when I broke the hug with Georgia I came up to Switzerland, "Hey, Switz; how you doing today?"

The blonde nation turned to look at Austria, his eyes hurling daggers at the other man, "I didn't want to come here with the stupid aristocrat hanging around."

Georgia went to stand next to her partner and rested her arm on his shoulder, "Yeah, but once I told you there was gonna be free food, oh, you perked right up, hon."

I ushered everyone inside and got ready to cook dinner.

Omega: I have to cut it here so I can get a chapter out there. For all of you faithful viewers, again I apologize for this being so late.
New Hampshire: Procella's gonna kill you.
Omega: *gulps* A-anyway, all flames should be saved for warming the house, and send in some more states. I really need more!
New Hampshire: Because Omega needs to take German classes, and there are words in here that have been said before in this series, he will only put the translation for the new words below. Check out the last few chapters to get the translation. See ya in the next chapter.

German Translation:

mein freund - my friend

schwester - sister