Guillaume sat, shaking his foot anxiously- he had been waiting for a call from Don for who knows how long now. They were supposed to be putting together their next plan for the 'Matchmaking Sessions' as they had both begun to call them. Though each was more focused on one couple than the other- Louisiana was putting a lot of work into getting Tennessee and North Carolina together and McDonald's, bless his soul, was trying to get Illinois and Starbucks to go out. He was just itching to cause some kind of trouble somewhere, but he had no way to do anything without back up for it! People were just so rude sometimes...

The blonde's frown deepened and his brows furrowed over dark green eyes as he glared at the silent phone, because really there was nothing else for him to do. He had already flipped through ever channel on his television- twice- still to no resulting amusement that he could use to extend his patience. Guillaume was just about to resign to a shower when the phone suddenly decided to ring, catching the blonde slightly off guard and making him hesitate for a moment before answering . "Hello?" He spoke with a tone of excitement that he knew really shouldn't probably be there but what did he care really?

"Louisiana?" The voice said just as softly whispering into the receiver, though some loud banging in the background was making the words difficult to understand.

Guillaume would know that voice anywhere though, "Alabama? What's going on? Did you mess with Georgia again?" His question was never answered though as a SLAM echoed through the receiver and Alabama screamed in terror, a sound that Louisiana hoped he would never hear again. "Alabama? ALABAMA?! Damnit, man, answer!" The only response he got was the low beeping of an ended connection.

Not knowing what else to do Guillaume redialed a number into his phone that he knew by heart and hoped that she would be able to get there soon to check on his friend.

Looking at the phone in her hand with obvious surprise- nobody really ever bothered to call her of all people-

Okay that sounded really pathetic, but whatever.

Leslie picked up the phone and brushed her strawberry blonde hair from her ears as she answered, "Hello?"

"LESLIE? OMG LESLIE YOU WILL NOT BELIEVE WHAT JUST HAPPENED!" Her hand instinctually jerked the device from her sensitive ear when the voice started screaming; she only knew one guy that could get up to that pitch and would have her phone number.

"Wha? Guillaume, what happened?" She asked suddenly much more awake than she had been seconds ago, turning her eyes to keep a close eye on the empty back road in front of her. Yes, talking on the phone and driving was bad, but again, they only time anyone really ever called the woman was when there was an emergency. That and there was no one on the road so she was going to bend the rules just this once. The babbling she got in response was not helping the situation at all though, "Dude! Calm down and speak slowly!" Leslie nearly slammed her head into the steering wheel, she had just used her dad's favorite nickname for everyone she was never going to hear the end of that after this.

There were a few quick deep breaths- that sounded more like Louisiana was hyperventilating that anything- before the shaken state tried to speak again, "I just got this horrible phone call from Freddy and something was really wrong, I tried to get him to talk but it sounded like something had busted into his place and then the phone went dead!" The breathing on the other end became frantic as if he was just realizing what he was saying, making Tennessee nearly roll her eyes in frustration but she was worried nonetheless. "I had a panic attack and then I called you because I knew you were heading over there for your weekly poker match!" Because logically, Tennessee thought, I have to be somewhere at the exact right moment to be able to help... how does this always happen to me? She wondered with a sigh.

"Okay I'll be there in a few don't worry I bet it's just Georgia or something getting there early as usual," which could always be what had actually happened and Alabama was just afraid of being beat by her, but a tickling in the back of Leslie's head told her that it was more than that.

Louisiana gave her an agreement, "Yeah, yeah, sure I'm still going to come over later just to make sure so expect me!" and hung up with that as an ending, what rude people there are these days. The strawberry blonde wasn't given long to think on it though as she reached the other state's home, parking her car in the drive she slowly got out. The place was quiet, really quiet, something that it usually wasn't especially tonight when a bunch of the Southern states were coming for the monthly poker night. As she glanced around she also realized that many of the others had to have already gotten here... but if that was the case where were they all and why did Alabama sound so freaked out?

With a sigh

Tennessee made her way into the house- which was surprisingly unlocked- she had nearly driven herself into a panicked state because of that phone call from Guillaume. The way that the other state had sounded when he had called, the panicked, honestly scared tone that she rarely heard from the fun-loving state. Looking around Leslie could almost hear crickets from the empty atmosphere that the house gave away, though the strawberry blonde knew that it was false in its appearance she could feel her siblings in here she just didn't know where exactly they were. Peering further into the dark room- living room if she had to guess- she flipped on the light switch that was conveniently right beside the front door. The room was same as far as she knew, she was terrible at remembering all the little details but nothing seemed out-of-place from a struggle or fight.

"Alabama. Alabama, where the heck are you?" Leslie whispered, slumping her shoulders as if doing so would make her unseen by anyone that went past the room. It didn't look like she would need to because the house was just as silent as ever after she spoke, maybe even quieter, the still silence turned echoing. Tennessee was just about to give up and call someone more suited for whatever this had turned into, she turned to find the phone-

-and heard a light creaking noise coming from underneath her worn boots. Glancing wide-eyed down at her shoes, Leslie bolted for the phone and quickly pressed the numbers for Guillaume. There were a long couple of rings before a small beep told her that she was connected, the strawberry blonde went to say something but was immediately cut off by the male on the other side of the phone, "WHAT IS HAPPENING? Did you find Freddy? Is he okay?" The questions came faster than Tennessee could answer them. Or to tell them apart, really.

"Okay first off take a breath." She waited until she heard the deep intake of breath from the other before speaking again, "Now I need you to tell me, does Fred have any type of secret underground hiding place, a cellar, anything of that sort?" She tapped the wooden floors with the tip of her toes listening for any sound that might indicate a hollow underneath.

Louisiana paused and was silent for so long that the strawberry b,node checked to make sure that they hadn't been disconnected. "Well there is one," he mumbled seemingly uncomfortable with telling her about the secret basement. "Under the carpet in front of the door there should be a trapdoor, Freddy had it put in during the Civil War just in case something ever happened." Leslie nodded, now understanding why something like that might not be good as common knowledge but at the same time it made Alabama seem very suspicious and paranoid.

Which in reality he kind of was.

"Good then I'll see if there is anything off down there, are you on your way here?" Her blue-grey eyes blinked curiously as she lifted up the fancy rug, there was a small trapdoor under it that no one would find unless they knew what they were looking for. Apparently most people didn't know about this.

She was about to hang up the phone but Guillaume stopped her before she could, "Wait, don't hang up I need to know what is going on," the strawberry blonde huffed at the extra work she would have to do, juggling the phone, making sure she didn't drop anything and alert whoever was here to the fact that she was here too. Though if they had been listening at all they would already know she was here.

Careful as she stepped down onto a couple of steps leading below, Leslie couldn't help but feel that this was a very bad idea. You should never have to willing go down into the scary secret cellar except in a horror movie and HORROR MOVIES WERE NOT REAL! No matter how much her father protested the point. Just the thought about the constant arguing her dad gave whenever someone said exactly that was enough to give her a headache, the strawberry blonde was so distracted in her thoughts that she didn't remember most of her descent. Her blue-grey eyes widened when she felt solid floor beneath one of her boots before slowly being the other down so she could stand on her own. Looking around at the room she had just entered her eyes widened further and her mouth fell open at who she saw sitting at the table.

"Oh, my goodness... You're-"

Why yes, I did just put a cliffhanger in what is supposed to be a drabble-y thing. I am just awesome like that though so yeah... Okay the only reason I really did it was because I had a couple request for states (which if you go to my profile you can find the ones I am currently working on) and I want to see if I can fit them into this. Which I can do for all but one.

Also sorry to the Guest who asked me to put Michigan next chapter, that was after I got these requests and I promise that is the next thing I will get out as soon as I finish with these next two states! For the person who asked for Louisiana, I am sorry there is not much of him in this but I couldn't think of where else to put him. If you would like me to do more for him after this just ask and I'll think of somewhere for him to cause trouble.

TILL NEXT CHAPTER WHICH WILL MOST DEFENITELY BE IN NEVADA'S POV!