Sup guys~! So cuz America has fifty states doesn't that mean he has fifty children? In my story the states are his kids, like Canada's provinces are his children so on so forth. And a side note, holy fucking shit! 5,000 views! Thank you guys so fucking my profile for the nation that gets to marry Italy or whatever my fucked up mind has to offer at the end.

I don't own Hetalia.

California walked down the hallway calmly, her white stilettos clicking with each step she took. Her golden sundress swished as she suddenly stopped in front of a door that was labeled "Utah". The door next to Utah's was Nevada who was snoring soundly in his sleep, opening Utah's door California stepped onto the crimson carpet. The walls were white and decorated with posters from various years from the University of Utah. All held different teams in different years, the mascot proudly stood in each picture.

Going toward the young state sleeping in her bed, the western state had a devilishly good idea. California pulled off the crimson and white covers before jumping on the little state, she yelled loudly," Get up sunshine! The earth says hello!" Opening her green eyes, the young red head punched and screamed at California whilst falling off the bed. As she stood up from the floor she glared at the blonde laughing her ass off on the bed.

" Cali! That was cruel beyond all levels! You're an asshole!", an that little outburst earned Utah a swift slap of the wrist.

" Utah~! No cussing remember. Now go wake up Nevada," she watched as the personification just stared at her with the most pissed of expression ever. " Now! We gotta go and get ready because we have to leave for Italy by the end of the week."

When the state heard they were going to Italy she started to jump up and down. States normally weren't allowed to leave their nation unless they were allowed by either their bosses, the president, or America let them. Utah ran to her brother's room as she heard California laugh at her as she ran and nearly slipped on her too long superhero pajamas.

" Nevada! Nevada! Come on wake up! We gotta go to Italy!", she jumped up and down onto the teens bed as he tried in vain to roll over and go back to sleep. Utah wasn't having any of this and started to pull his raven hair, Nevada who just wanted his sleep just rolled over and grabbed Utah before going back to sleep.

Said state wriggled around in his arms trying to escape and yelled at him to let her go an get ready. The child looking state punched Nevada hard in the chest trying to wake him up. He just grunted before rolling onto his left side, his grip soften allowing the girl to get up. The red-head smiled as a particularly devilish idea raced through her head.

Standing on the bed she reared back her right foot and surged it forward, as it connected with said state's lower abdomen she yelled, " Wake up asshole!". He fell off the other side of the bed in fettle position as he yelled out in pain as California fell down on the ground in a heap of laughter.

" Fuck! Carson City's gonna feel that shit!", poor Utah just stood on the bed and looked down on him as he rolled around on the floor. One thought crossed her mind: Why does it hurt so bad? Utah may have lived for quite a while but many of the states were keen on keeping her innocent, New Jersey decided to teach her some cuss words and was beaten to the ground by Colorado and a lot of other states.

She jumped off the bed and scampered to California away from Nevada's glare. The blonde state just glared at him to get the raven to back the fuck off. He just fell back onto the bed grumbling about falling asleep. Picking up the red-head in her arms California walked out the room as Utah complained on how he wasn't getting ready. As she closed the door behind her California explained to the young girl in simple words that left her disappointed and excited at the same time.

" We don't leave till the end of the week on Saturday Utah. You and me are gonna head by my boss's place and get authorization to get some expensive equipment okay?", Utah just nodded as California set her on the crimson bed. She listened to the state as she went on about how excited she was to go to Italy. Even though she came into America in 1896, Utah was still a child. Only as tall as the average seven year old, Nevada was about to be fifteen in human years as he grew up with his economy but he still depended on California on many of his national trades. ( A.N. I don't have a fucking clue on trades between Nevada and California because I live in Florida)

Pulling a Utah state hoodie along with a nice plain black spaghetti strap she threw it onto the bed with a white skirt and knee long red socks. " Get dressed while I talk to my governor 'kay?", pulling her phone she walked out of the room to the kitchen. Passing many vases and picturing in the hallway she waited for her boss to pick up the phone, she made her way to the breakfast bar and sat down on a red stool.

" Hello? It's nearly six in the morning, is it important or not."

Smiling California said, " Hey boss. I need a favor from you. Papa America needs-"

Italy was fading in and out of the void she was trapped in, the sweet darkness had turned to a depressed gray as her body tried to wake itself up. She could hear the faint sounds of someone running around her, bodies hitting the ground, she felt the ropes around her being replaced.

Opening her dull honey eyes she saw the white haired woman in front of her, quickly replacing the ropes. Her eyes some got into focus as she found herself staring into the barrel of a gun. Red eyes peered dangerously over the gun as a finger threatened to pull the trigger on her. Her eyes widened in realization, nations can be killed.

Usually by other nations but there was one other case where a nation died by a human's hand, the great and powerful Roman Empire. Killed by a woman who he let into his bed, Italy had found out but only centuries after his disappearance.

Now she was going to fall into her grandfather's footsteps, her brother was going to have to inherent all of Italy in her death. A screechy voice spoke out to her, " Are you ready to die?" Italy didn't know how to answer, she didn't want to but right now she felt like it. Everyone was waiting for her to go back home...

Home.

" No."

Venecia looked down at the injured nation in surprise, every victim they had killed screamed for death. Deciding to question her further she asked, " And why not?". Italy looked up at the woman and replied, " I have people waiting for me at home. The man I love is waiting for me."

The woman could sympathize with her, she loves Stephano and Luciano. It would kill them if she was in Italy's place right now, they would go crazy knowing that she went missing. The two men loved Venecia to the extent of pulling this kind of shit, making her kill innocent people so they can get her revenge. Maybe she was wrong about wanting revenge. Was it really worth killing all these people?

She let go of the gun and watched as it dropped to the floor, everything went in slow motion. Memories flashed by Venecia's eyes as she remembered that faithful day. She tore this woman from her family as her kidnappers did to her. It felt horrible, why did she never feel this before?

Italy's eyes shot open as she heard the sound of the gun hitting the floor, she watched as Venecia dropped on her knees and brought her hands to her face. She could see ruby red eyes bulging with realization of the worst kind. Italy could hardly hear her say," I'm so fucking sorry." Before Italy could protest to anything she watched as Venecia ran out the building crying hard as Stephano and Luciano closed the door.

And then the room was plunged into darkness once again leaving Italy to her thoughts. How long had she been here? One day, or was it two? Maybe it was three? What day was it? The biggest question of all hit her like a freight train.

Do I really love...

Russia sneezed from his position on the couch. Who was thinking about him? Shrugging it off he watched as America talked to Belarus about milkshakes as said nation just blushed as he chatted on. He was happy that she found someone else to follow around, it was really nice to walk around without her clinging onto him every second of every day.

Ukraine had noticed that her little brother's shoulders seemed lighter now a days. She wondered how long it would take for California to get here with the equipment, the state had called yesterday saying that she had shipped it to Italy's house in Venice and that they would arrive one day later. Everyone was on edge even if they didn't look like it. It had been four days since she was taken and Greece hadn't left his place in the tree, the Mediterranean nation kept going on about the fact that he could have prevented her abduction if he was awake.

No nation was more depressed that Romano and Germany. The two drank away any tears they had seeing as a brand new pile of bottles littered the kitchen, both German beer and Russian vodka. Seeing as regular wine wouldn't even get them a light buzz.

Nothing anyone could do would get them away from a bottle of alcohol. Spain had given up yesterday when he saw Romano surrounded by at least ten empty bottles of whiskey and like five bottle of beer. Germany was no better. Russia was tired of the two taking his vodka everyday and it was annoying, he only had one bottle left.

Getting up from his spot on the couch he walked toward the kitchen with the intent on drinking his last bottle alone his jaw dropped to the floor as he saw the two drinking away. The Russian watched as Germany gulped the last of the bottle before setting it down. That was it, they had crossed the line.

Russia pulled out his rusty pipe from his coat and approached the two. Japan and China backed away from the man as he went up behind the two drunk nations.

" Рука, руки, руки, руки," both the nations turned around to see Russia standing over them his aura now a angry red. His face cast into the shadows. " Здравствуйте товарищи. Вы оба случайно не знаете, что случилось с моей водкой. Потому что это был бы позор, если кто-то выпил."

The Italian and the German just nodded as he came closer to them. With the manliest scream both Germany and Romano ran for the hills with an angry Russian chasing after them.

Рука, руки, руки, руки - Kol,kol,kol,kol.

Здравствуйте товарищи. Вы оба случайно не знаете, что случилось с моей водкой. Потому что это был бы позор, если кто-то выпил. - Hello comrades. You both wouldn't happen to know what happened to my vodka. Because it would be a shame if someone drank it.

Hi guys. This chapter is used to help explain the time difference in which that Italy had been kidnapped which was four days. Cali, Nevada, and Utah will arrive on the fifth day the stuff to track Roma's cell phone will arrive on the fourth day.

Hope I didn't spoil the next chapter that much.

Ciao~!

-Miharu