I HAVE RETURNED! I'm sorry for my long break! It was my birthday and I had science projects and other stuff, but I'm back!

Any of you remember that preview summary I had a while ago? Yeah well I also started that story! Chapter 1 is up, go check it out! It called,"Surprise From the Future."

Since that's up, it'll probably be my main priority, so I may not update this as often. Anyway! Let's get the long awaited show on the road!

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia, do I still need to add these?

It was the thing all personifications dreaded, whether you were a country, micronation, state, or colony, you had paperwork.

Now this was an interesting topic in the USA household, some states had little paperwork, like Wyoming with his small population. Or had a whole stack, like California, with the 8th largest economy in the world, or New York, with his 8.4 million people. Plus at the end of it all, America had to put all 51 states paperwork together for his own, of course he could only finish his with all of theirs. In case you didn't know, the states were not punctual personifications.

So it was decided, by America, that every 1st of the month, all states, and capital, had to turn in all their paperwork by the end of the day. They weren't allowed to do anything else until the were done. Of course, most of them turned it into a race, because that's what the states did. To top it all off, England, France, Germany, Spain, and the Italies were coming to have a house meeting with America.

"I can't believe we have to go to the burger bastard and Co.'s house because of some economic shit. Why did you have to freaking bring me Feli?" Romano complained as they neared the door.

"Ve~ Germany said it was a good idea! Plus you've never met any of the states! They're nice, and kind of scary, but I think you'll like them!" Italy said happily to his brother.

"No, I met the crazy French chick, and the burger bastard southern edition. They were weird as hell."

"Lovi~ stop complaining! You can get a better first impression in a minute." Spain said, patting the southern Italian on the shoulder and earning a glare.

Germany knocked on the door. It opened to show America, who looked confused to see them,"What are you guys doing here?"

"You forgot about our bloody meeting?!" England yelled at him.

"Oh, Crap."

"I'M FREAKING DONE!" A southern accent yelled from behind them. Texas ran down the stairs with a stack of paperwork clutched to his chest. He handed it to America.

"NOT BEFORE ME! I'L END YOU, TEXAS!" Oklahoma shouted, the younger state ran after her brother with another stack of paperwork. She piled it on top of Texas's stack in America's hands.

"Naw, pipsqueak! I was down here before you!" Texas grinned at her.

"DON'T CALL ME THAT! I'M NOT SHORT! I'M TALLER THAN RHODE!" The southern girl shouted at him, adjusting her cowboy hat.

"Everyone's taller than Rhode. Sorry to disappoint ya' but that's not a big accomplishment." He said with a shrug, obviously enjoying annoying the hell out of the younger state.

"What the crapola is going on?" Romano hissed to Italy.

"That's a good question, fratello(1)~ I have no idea~!" Italy happily answered his brother.

"You're the least helpful person in the world." Romano said back.

"Actually I don't see any of your trading papers so, neither of you done." America said to the two of them.

"WHAT?!" They exclaimed, and both reached for their papers and sprinted upstairs.

"GET OUTTA THE WAY TEX!"

"YA' FIRST!"

"What the hell was that all about burger bastard?!" Romano shouted at America after the two states had made it upstairs.

"Well, that was Texas and Oklahoma, they are both trying to finish their paperwork before the other, and they also have a big rivalry, so there you go." He explained.

"You could have told us something like that when we first met the states."France commented. The American shrugged nervously.

America led them into the kitchen, explaining on the way about paperwork day. Michigan, Ohio, Indiana, and Illinois sat at the island, papers covering every open inch of the island. Louisiana was staring into the open fridge giving off a depressing aura.

Ohio was glaring at a sheet of paper, he squinted, and held it out farther."Ok! Mittens! What the hell does this even mean?!"

"One, don't call me mittens or I'll show you why Detroit won our last game. Two, that obviously is my population count for your food count, duh." Michigan answered, pointing her blue pen at him.

"What?! This isn't even right!"

"How should you even know?! Last time I checked I personify Michigan!"

"I wouldn't want to personify your crappy state anyway! And these papers are totally wrong!" Ohio exclaimed.

"HEY!" The two Midwestern states looked over at Indiana who had gotten their attention. "BE NICE ABOUT IT! If Michi's papers are wrong, help her correct it! Do I really need to have a good sibling ship lesson?"

They stared at her for a second."Fine."Ohio grumbled.

"Why can't anyone say my actual name?" Michigan muttered

"Good job, Indiana. You actually prevented a fight." America said and patted her head.

"Thanks, Dad!"

"What's wrong with Louisiana?" France asked with pale look.

"I dunno, she's been like that for ten minute." Illinois answered, not looking up.

America walked over to the fridge and French state,"Louisiana? You ok?"

"NON(2), PAPA! I HAVE AN ELECTION COMING UP, I BARELY KNOW WHO'S RUNNING BECAUSE ALL MY CITIZENS CARE ABOUT IS FOOTBALL AND MY EDUCATION IS FALLING APART!" She shouted at him, looking like she was going cry.

America laid a hand on her shoulder a little net io from her outburst,"How about you just go lay down for a while."

"Oui(3), I think that would be good." She mumbled, and left.

"Well, she's not ok." Ohio said.

"Of course she's not! We all know who stressful elections are!" Indiana exclaimed with a sad look.

"Yeah, cornfield." Michigan agreed.

"MICHIGAN!" America and Indiana shouted with a scolding tone.

America grabbed a drink, said something to the former Indiana territory, and led the nations to his office."You guys really couldn't have picked a worse day to come."

"Damn right, this is weird as hell." Romano commented.

"I guess we can come back tomorrow, besides we should be in town until next week." Germany told him.

"DAD!" New York shouted, busting open the door. America groaned, and England hid behind Germany. Then New York got punched by someone they couldn't see.

Unsurprisingly it was Massachusetts, she flipped off the younger state,"I'M DONE FIRST, YANKEE!"

"OW! WHAT THE HELL, MASSY?! IM SO DONE FIRST!"

"SHUT UP YORK, NO ONE LIKES YOU!"

"I THINK I'VE GOT 8 MILLION PEOPLE WHO'D DISAGREE WITH YA'!" New York yelled at her.

They were both glaring at each other, yelling insults, and leaning on baseball bats that had their respective teams on it.

America signed, walked over to them, and grabbed their papers. It scared the crap out of them, and they fell on top of each other.

"GET OFF OF ME, YOU FREAKING YANKEE!"

"I HATE YOU, MASSHOLE!"

"I HATE YOU, TOO, YORKY!"

America shut the door in their faces."Give it about 5 minutes and you can leave."

"Burger bastard and his kids are 90% weirder, why do you freaking bring me to this Feli." Romano muttered.

Translations:

(1) Brother (Italian)

(2) No (French)

(3) Yes (French)

There you go! In case you care, there is an election coming up for governor and other stuff, and really no one who's running, we need to sort our priorities. Post requests! Please follow, fave, and review!