Author's Note- It is official, those of you that live in states that I haven't mentioned yet (I have been keeping a running tally of the states that have been written up by the way so I will not forget any of them) want story that has your home state in it. It is also official that several of you have mentioned that you wanted a story involving the App Clash of Clans. I was wracking my brains on what to write in this post and so I thought, why not kill two birds with one stone and answer both requests at the same time. And so I present the epic Clash of Clans short story, but before we get to the fun and games a quick thanks to saoirsewolf, BloodLily16, FangirlSpotted, InfiniteHappiness, NCBaby, and the 5 Guests who were lovely readers and left reviews. Thanks a ton.
Disclaimer-I do not own Hetalia, nor do I actually play Clash of Clans so I had to collaborate a lot with my little brother on this story thus this story to took a bit longer than usual to create.
Clash of Clans
"Hey Japan." America said loud enough to interrupt everyone lunch hour as he plunked down in the seat across from the island nation in the nation personification's cafeteria in the basement of the U.N. building. "So buddy, I have found this really great game and I was thinking that you should totally join it so that you could be on my team. It is called Clash of Clans and as far as I can tell you…"
"Maybe you should go speak with Finland, America-san." The Asian nation did his very best not to sigh in exasperation as he quietly sipped his green tea.
"Why?" The Superpower asked his mouth full of half chewed hamburger.
"Because his people invented this game." Japan explained patiently. "And because Finland arranged for a special version of the game to be created specifically to meet our needs."
"What needs?"
"Well, for example, instead of being in Finnish or English or any other human language he translated it nation tongue. He also changed some of the setting so that players have more power in selecting who they attack."
"Why would he do that?" America took a long slurp of his diet coke.
"Finland claims that the reason is because it is far better for nations to work out their arguments on the internet rather that the physical battlefield, but personally I think that he most likely created the loophole so that he could attack Russia as often as he wanted."
"I will admit, that I kind of like the sound of that loophole." America said with a wolf like grin. "So who all is already on? Anyone I know?"
"Most of world counsel has already joined up. Oh, and I have bumped in to several of your states in the game as well."
"Really?"
"Yes," Japan said with a pleasant nod, "in fact, after the Nordic countries, your states were some of the very first personifications to join up. They have organized themselves into a number of teams that have dominated..."
"Wait, they have teams plural?" America started to have a sinking feeling.
"Yes and before you ask who has allied themselves with whom, may I suggest that you go and chat with Finland as he actually keeps track of such things and I do not."
"Alright." America said thoughtfully as he stuffed the last of his lunch into his mouth. After swallowing he stood up. "Thanks for your help Japan. You have given me a lot to think about."
"Hey Finny I have a question." America jogged to catch up with the Nordic nation. The North America had been looking for the Finn ever since lunch but the nation had been surprisingly difficult to find, until now that is.
"What is it America?"
"Well, I have been hearing rumors that my states have joined a Clash of Clans game and I have been told that were the best person to ask about that."
"I am the moderator." Finland smiled shyly. "Is there some sort of problem?"
"I don't know." America admitted. "I haven't played the game yet, but Japan mentioned that bumped into a few groups of states in the game."
"I suspect that is true. Several of the states are currently some of the highest ranked players in the game so they have played almost everyone else at least once."
"So it is true that the states have split themselves into different groups?"
"Yes." Finland replied not particularly sure what direction this conversation was going.
"And that isn't a bad thing?"
"Of course not," the Nordic nations snorted. "If anything it has made the whole game more fun. Your nation has some very good tacticians. I know that the Nordic Five, the team that I belong to, enjoys the fact that the various North American teams keep us on our toes."
"And just how many teams does my country include?" America asked with a suspicious tone of voice.
"Your landmass belongs to either ten or twelve teams depending on who you include…" Finland chewed his lip thoughtfully. "Do you consider your territories like Puerto Rico, the Virgin Islands and stuff part of the U.S. or something different?"
"Both." America shrugged.
"Well the U.S. is broken into twelve teams then."
"Who is grouped with who? I mean you have to have a list of them somewhere right?"
"I have something even better." The Scandinavian looked up at America with a big smile on his lips. "I made Su-san make a map."
The violet eyed nation pulled out his tablet and tapped it a few times. Soon a brightly colored map of the United States popped up on the screen and the two nations took a moment to study it.
"Okay, if I am reading this correctly these states," America pointed to the blue colored states of Maine, Vermont, New Hampshire, Connecticut, New York, Rhode Island, New Jersey, Pennsylvania, and West Virginia, "are competing against these states." The nation pointed at Virginia, North Carolina, South Carolina, Georgia, Florida, Alabama, Mississippi, Louisiana, Arkansas, and Tennessee which were all colored red.
"Oh, yes." Finland said with an excited motion of his hand. "Those are two of the most active teams in the league. Though, oddly enough the Yankees and the Rebels seem to prefer to do revenge attacks on each other then actually play against everyone else."
"Well that would explain why Massachusetts chose to join another team. I think have any connection to the term Yankee would hurt his Red Socks sensibilities." America was unable to come up with anything else to say, but he made a mental note to remind his states that the Civil War had ended over a century ago. "What team does he belong to?"
"Oh, that team calls themselves Stuck in the Middle." Finland pointed out that the states of Delaware, Maryland, Kentucky, and Missouri were the same shade of white as Massachusetts. "The purple colored team named themselves the Keepers of Cheese." He motioned towards Ohio, Michigan, Indiana, Illinois, Wisconsin, Minnesota, and Iowa. "The middle of your country named themselves Tornado Alley." Oklahoma, Kansas, Nebraska, North and South Dakota were all bright green. "Then when you go west you hit the Rockies." The Montana, Idaho, Wyoming, Colorado, Utah, Nevada, Arizona, New Mexico were all brown. "Finally when you get to the far coast you get to the pale blue states which are the Surfs Up team." These states included California, Oregon, and Washington.
"Okay we have got the Yanks, the Rebs, the Middles, the Cheeseheads, the Tornados, the Rockies, and Surfs up." America counted on his fingers. "That is only seven teams. Where do the rest come in?"
"See most of the others you have to zoom out on the map." Finland swiped his tablet zoomed out to a worldwide map. "As you can see Alaska joined Canada's Polar Bear team, while Hawaii is actually in charge a team that includes most of the islands of the northern Pacific. American Samoa is on New Zealand's team, the Kiwi's and Puerto Rico is on the same team as most of the Caribbean. I believe that they are currently working under the name of A Bottle of Rum."
"You haven't mentioned Texas yet." America tapped the bright yellow state on the digital map. "Why he is a different color from everyone else?"
"That is because Texas is on his own team?"
"Who else is on his team?"
"Texas."
"And?" America pushed.
"I don't think you understand, Texas is on a team all by himself. No one has been able to convince him that teamwork is kind of needed in this game. After a couple months people stopped bothering. He never gets strong enough to ever be much of a threat because whenever he gets big enough to start attacking people Mexico's team takes great pleasure in wiping him out once again."
"Well," America sighed, "Texas can be a little bit too independent for his own good sometimes. Do I dare ask what his team name is?"
"It appears to be The Alamo." Finland said with a shrug as he clicked on the map.
"Of course, it is." America said with a shake of his head. "Clearly these kids have been playing on their own for too long. It is time to unite them under the good old Red, White, and Blue."
"Good luck with that." Finland said, the tone of his voice clearly indicating that he fully believed America was bound for failure.
"I don't need luck. I will just appeal to their epic Americaness and they will totally join my team."
"I let repeat my last statement." Finland smirked. "Good luck with that."
With that the Finnish nation went to track down the rest of the Nordic nations so that the group could go grab a bite to eat for dinner leaving America fiddling with his iPad in his wake.
End Note-Well, I officially managed to hit all 50 states in one post. The next few stories I will plan on spend some more time focusing on smaller groups of two or three. Zombies may or may not play a major role in the next post. ;)
