I realized I haven't used any territories so Puerto Rico you want to play with the states?

P.R.: It depends do I get to pick the states?

I'll think about it...no.

"Hola Rico!" Jersey calls out to an eighteen year old looking girl sitting near a fountain playing guitar.

She looks up at the smiling man, "Hola dumbass." She shakes her head as her foot taps to the beat of a distant drum.

He inches closer, "Aw don't be that way my sister from another mister."

Now she rolls her fiery brownish green eyes, "What Dork? What do you want?" She asks moving her loose deep brown hair out of her face.

The state hands her a picture, "I'm hoping for some information."

She takes the picture somewhat confused, "What the hell is this?"

"Chupacabra."

"No, this is some weird I don't know what." She hands the strange picture back, "This is not my Le Chupacabra."

He nods thinking it over, "I never said it was. It's from Texas and since I've never played with the goat sucker I though hey Puerto Rico knows all about this so…"

"Here you are." She folds her arms at her annoying 'stepbrother', "And I want to help because?"

His smile widens, "Because I know about your crush on you know who and I'll help you if you help me."

Her eyes grow and she nearly drops her guitar, "How!? Who told you? Is this freaking black mail?"

"Wait, hold on Rico. I'm Jersey I have my sources and this isn't blackmail. Kay?" Jersey puts up his hands smiling sheepishly, "Honest I wouldn't pull that on you."

Rico inhales looking around, "Fine, but if you tell anyone." She points her guitar at him, "I'll tell my Poppy."

He nods quickly the last thing he wants to do is cause another war between America and Spain. He's heard how protective Spain can be with Romano so he doesn't want to even think about what Spain would do to him, "Never even crossed my mind." She takes the picture back and smirks, "So what do you think it is?"

"Hard to tell until I see it myself."

The vast open field seems to go on for miles as Jersey along with Puerto Rico pull up and get out, "Now where is Texas?" Jersey says as the tall teen pulls up with Montana and New Mexico. "Tex you ready for this shit?"

He slams the door and pulls out a large crate, "Hell yeah. Sup Rico."

"Hey." Rico says turning to the northern most state, "Um…I didn't know you believe in this."

Montana laughs pulling out his bag of chips, "Dude I don't, I think it's just a poor dog with some kind of illness or something."

"This coming from the boy waging war with squirrels?"

"They started it and damn it I'm going to finish it, but that's beside the point." Montana folds his arms just as Texas takes his chips, "Hey, Bro. Those are mine."

"Dude you'll get them back after we catch this son of a bitch." Texas says throwing the bag into the cage and placing it in the brush.

While Montana moans the loss of his chips Rico turns to Tse, "So how are we going to do this? Because my Chupacabra doesn't eat chips it drinks blood."

"Yeah I've done my research but this is much different. This guy might go for them only because if it's the only food around. Chances are it will take the bait." Tse says adjusting his camera.

Rico nods, "Makes sense I'm surprised."

Jersey chuckles, "We do know what we're doing half the time." He takes a series of motion cameras before tossing some to Puerto Rico, "Tex Dude where does this guy hang out?"

"Here come on." Texas leads the small group down a rocky path to a pair of old dead trees jetting out of sharp rocks, "So he's been seen down here and every time we've seen him a chicken disappears."

Rico nods, "Now that sounds like him."

"Then should we add maybe some raw chicken or meat?" Jersey asks the female territory.

"No he likes them alive." They all turn at the sound of a distant cry and they notice that Montana's gone.

Texas shakes his head, "Dumbass tried to get the chips." They all nod, "Come on y'all let's get back to him before it gets dark."

They arrive back just as the sun goes down to see Montana squeezed into the small crate, "This isn't what it looks like…" He takes a bite of a chip, "Okay it might be…what it looks like."

Jersey face palms as a howl echoes in the surrounding darkness, "Shit here we go."

"Hell yeah." Texas says as he takes a flashlight and his shotgun out of his truck. "Alright how are we gonna get this bastard?"

The cries get louder and closer as Tse opens the cage and Jersey grabs his camera, "Rico, stay behind me."

"I'm not a child."

"And I'm not asking." Jersey says taking her hand and pulling her behind him, instantly thinking that this was a bad idea.

Tse quickly grabs a flashlight along with Montana, "It sounds like there's more than one." Tse says as the light catches the shine of a pair of eyes, "There he is!"

They all quickly turn to the small dog like creature as it stares at them. Texas raises his shot gun ready to fire if it advances while Tse starts his camera.

Puerto Rico pulls away from the states and slowly advances towards the creature, "Puerto Rico, get back here!" Jersey demands.

She holds up her hand towards them as she slowly advances, "Hola doggie…" It looks at her with a watchful eye as it sniffs the air, "It's okay baby." She says sweetly, as she reaches out her hand its head nudges her hand.

The states let out a deep held breath as Texas lowers his gun still eyeing the creature. Jersey takes the territory's lead and slowly walks up to the dog creature, "Good boy." He coos softly as he reaches the creature at awe at the sight, "How did you know that would work?"

She smiles petting the creature, "I'm Puerto Rico and I have my ways." She winks, "Now I got your Chupacabra, you have to keep up your end."

"Yeah, I know." He shakes his head; this was easy compared to setting her up with a certain brother of his.