The United States of Hetalia

by hedgehogkween

In an attempt to make America less of an dick the countries of the world, decided by Britain, are each going to take care of a state for a few months. Meanwhile, D.C. and America plan the upcoming Christmas party. Hetalia doesn't belong to me. (No longer updating this story, but I don't have the heart to take it down.)

10. Chapter 10

The United States of Hetalia

Chapter 10 *America's POV*

"… for is distinguishing where the fat people live!" came Britain's loud, annoyed voice

"What's this about fat people?" I asked, sticking my head through the door, smiling and trying to look as not miffed as possible.

"You're late." He replied. Someone was annoyed.

"You try getting 50 kids onto a bus from hotel to hotel without half of them disappearing at some point, and then we'll talk about being late." I heard a few giggles from behind me and turned around to yell back "Thank you for making my point for me!" the giggling stopped. If Devon and Dylan didn't behave, there would be hell to pay. I turned back to the meeting room full of countries and couldn't think of a thing to say. This was weird for everyone on both sides of the door, because (as Britain and D.C. always told me) I never ever shut up. D.C. noticed my obvious lack of talking, and decided to step in and save my sorry ass… again.

"E-everyone!" all eyes turned to her as she pushed through a crowd of states. "These are the 50 states!" she announced. And at that moment, all hell broke loose. Why we didn't monitor the whiskey intake during breakfast more carefully, I have no clue. Nevada had pushed her way to the front of the crowd, obviously drunk, California right behind her.

"Hey thar everybuddy!" she shouted, and then fell back onto the floor, and was pulled behind the crowd by California. The meeting room, and the 50 states behind the door erupted into laughter. Even D.C. laughed. I would have laughed if I hadn't been thinking about how hopeless this idea was.

"I. Am. So. Doomed." I said to myself, smacking my head against the door.

Poor America!. I almost feel sorry for him.

There have been a lot of reviews (2 actually, which is a lot by my standards) about a Wisconsin character, and I'll try to fit him/her into the story soon. Even if I added him/her in the next chapter I wrote, That would be chapter 57 (which probably won't happen). Also, he/she might make it into a bonus chapter, which will be posted later. The first one is on DeviantArt if anyone wants to read it…