Okay so, without much deliberation xD I have decided that yes! The OC's are open! And the count is on the profile, check if you want to submit while spots are open!

I do not own Hetalia, do not own Vampire Knight.

Here is Guest 1's Maine!

Once again, take no offense. This is a tease, not a serious story. Well some points are, but the teasing is not at all serious.

Happy late Valentines! Or Singles Awareness Day! Or whatever you call it!

I will not be saying it again, you need to check the profile to see if your state is taken. If it is not, then good for you! If it is, then sorry! I will not be alerting anybody anymore because it is exhausting that I have to repeat it. I put friggin' authors notes for reasons!

Eh hem

Also, featured is Nevada by betsybugaboo!

Enjoy!

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12. Maine

Lobsters!

"I'll go next."

A man stood, a fish pole leaning over his shoulder as he held it with one hand. Wearing a Lobster Festival Tee-shirt and some cargo shorts. With tussled brown hair and bright blue eyes. He smiled at everyone who looked at him, "Fishing's great as usual." he remarked with a smile changing to a cocky grin, "Lobster Festival had some great chowders this year too."

America nodded enthusiastically, "Amen to that Maine, way to go!"

"So I suppose that's it." Maine finished, his accent thick and strange, and could only really be described as well. . . Maine. "Unless anyone wants some Clam Chowder?"

Everybody shivered, remembering the Kool-aid man, but Maine didn't think that was quite it. "Oi!" he scowled, "Don't like my fishing!" a vein puffed up in his forehead as he swung his pole forward, "Which one of you gets the Hook first!"

"No need to get angry!"

"We were just remembering the Kool-aid man incident!"

Maine sighed and chuckled a bit, "Oh, well that makes sense."

The chowder was passed out, seeming to come of nowhere. Well, when embodiments of countries and states were roaming around, it wasn't exactly hard to believe that the chowder seemed to be floating.

Everyone dug in heartily, and America sniffed and wiped some mock tears from his eyes rather comically, "Man, its just like we're a big family!" Everyone rolled their eyes or patted America on the head. "He's way to much like Kaien Cross." a state snorted.

"What? You can't get there from here." Maine stated, puzzled. He had no idea why they associated America with this "Kaien Cross" person.

Nevada pulled out his Iphone 5 and looked a clip of Kaien Cross, a man with long ashen hair tied back in an ugly green robe with a scarf. He was flailing his arms and wailing. Maine looked from him to America and back again. Nodding slowly he said, "Alright, I can see it now."

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Sorry for length!