Author's Note- Hey everyone, as tornado season is wrapping up in tornado alley I thought I better get this little story about Oklahoma out (which will probably make Fallen Angle 1243 pretty happy). But before we get to that thank you to saoirsewolf, FangirlSpotted, ThePrussianCross, and BloodLily16 for leaving lovely reviews. They really do help keep me motivated.

Disclaimer- I do not own Hetalia, Apple, or NOAA, and tornado scare the crap out of me.

NOAA Hi-Def Radar

Oklahoma couldn't remember the first time that he heard the roar of the tornados. From his infancy the scream of the wind as it rushed by your ears and the deafening, the earth shaking with a rumble far greater than any freight train, deeper then the thunder of any waterfall. When he closed his eyes he could hear the harsh squeaks that wooden structures gave as buildings were ripped from their foundations and tossed like chaff in the wind. Glass shatters, metal moans, sirens well, and your heart pounds in your ears as your screams are torn from your throat. It was the sound of death and once you heard it once it would always haunt your nightmares.

For decades, the state and many of his siblings spread across the Great Plains had been forced to face fear of these towering winds on their own. Unlike the terror of hurricanes and the devastation of floods, the tornado gave nearly no warning as they smashed everything in its path. With no way to warn people about the approaching tornadoes and the fact that nearly everyone who was swept up by the dark funnel died, the U.S. government decided that it was safer not to acknowledge the danger of these storms. Why cause fear and panic about an act of nature beyond everyone's control?

It had taken the massive deaths caused by the Tri-State tornado for the laws banning the study and discussion of the tornado. It had been nearly a hundred years since that fateful storm, and despite all of the time and money put in to their study they still held mysteries. Meteorologist could predict where they were most likely to form, they could warn communities to take shelter, but no one could predict why one house would be completely swept off its foundation while the one across the street would only loose a hand full of shingles.

The unpredictability of tornadoes was incredibly frustrating for Oklahoma. After all, his heart, his capital city and its suburbs, was the world's the epicenter for massive tornadoes. While Texas and Alabama might have more total storms than Oklahoma, if calculated by unit area more of these destructive storms danced across any other place on the planet. In fact other personification that had any inkling of what he was going through was his sister to the north, Kansas, which was probably why they were constantly calling each other on days like today.

"Hey brother," Kansas somewhat dreamy voice wafted over the telephone line. "You check the weather lately?"

"Not really." Oklahoma said scrubbing his hand across his face. "Why?"

"It looks like there storm front heading your way."

"And you think it might spawn some decent funnels?"

"I wouldn't have called you if I didn't think the prospects were good." His sister state paused giving a low mournful hum. "I can already feel the energy in the atmosphere building. Even if we don't get a swarm of tornadoes coming of these thunderhead the lightning and hail will create quite the show." As well as a lot of damage. The unspoken words hung in the air.

"Thanks for the heads up, sounds like I should probably hit the road and intercept it." Oklahoma had powered up his iPad and lap top computer and started to scan the NOAA radar data. Kansas was right, this line of storms looked particularly powerful and their strength was still building. He couldn't help but wonder if this storm might be the one to spawn the fabled F6 tornado.

"Stay safe out there." There was an undercurrent of worry in Kansas's voice that she was clearly trying to hide, but is difficult hide something from a neighbor who has known you from birth.

"I always do my best." Oklahoma said softly, already grabbing his field bag and heading out to the specially armored truck that he used for storm chasing. "Love ya. Talk to you later, sis."

"Love you too. Bring me back good photos."

Oklahoma chuckled as texted the other people in his storm chasing group. The college student researchers, the thrill seekers, adrenalin junkies, and naturalist. The men and women who volunteered to chase storms to help the world gain a better understanding of how and why tornadoes form. They were the people who put their own lives on the line in order to give their fellow human beings greater warning. The state loved working with these people because they gave him hope.

The howl of the tornado would forever echo in Oklahoma's ears every spring and fall. Every siren screamed would cause his stomach to leap in his throat. The state would openly admit that tornadoes still scared him, but he would also admit that his fear had lead to his life's calling. Now when thunderheads built on the horizon and funnel clouds dropped from the sky, Oklahoma was prepared to give them chase in the hope that someday he would be able to finally unlock the secrets of the tornado and be able to bend his greatest fear to his will.

End Note- You have to admit storm chaser Oklahoma is pretty awesome.