"And that's the story of how I accidentally joined a Mexican gang."

Cali smiled innocently at America, who was gaping at the girl,

"Ooh! Here comes our luggage!"

She bent over to grab her white with a red star on the corner suitcase, plucking up the heavy bag with ease. America grabbed his satchel, then followed after her.

They exited the airport, looking around for Germany and/or Prussia.

America was the one who spotted Germany, looking extremely tired and irritated as he talked on the phone,

"Come on Goldie, let's go over to him."

He slung his bag over his shoulder, and walked over to the bench Germany was sitting on. Cali followed him, observing her surroundings as she skipped over.

Germany put a hand to his forehead,

"Prussia, I will make you food when I pick up America and California from the airport. Don't touch anything."

America sat down next to him,

"Dude! What's up?"

Cali stood next to him, smiling gently.

Germany hung up the phone and stood up,

"I'm sorry about that. Shall we go?"

Cali nodded at him and pulled America up by the arm,

"Sure! I've never been here before."

Germany tilted his head, looking at the girl,

"You haven't?"

"Nope! When I became a state, it didn't make much sense for me to visit, not to mention it already took a few months to cross the country, crossing an ocean is out of the question. Then the whole "World War" thing happened, so there weren't really any good opportunities."

California and America followed Germany through the parking lot to Germany's car,

"You two will be staying at my home, is that alright?"

Cali nodded and America said,

"Sure!"

The car ride was mostly filled with America's mindless chatter, but when they arrived at Germany's home, and went inside, they were confronted by the smell of cooking pasta, and the sound of first-person shooter games.

Italy hopped out of the kitchen, holding a wooden spoon, but his smile disappeared when he spot California,

"AH! GERMANY, IT'S THAT PRETTY GIRL THAT BEAT ME UP!"

Italy dropped his spoon, sprinting back into the kitchen.

Germany and America both gave California confused looks, and she shrugged,

"Okay, it was a while ago. I didn't know he remembered."

America put his hand on her shoulder,

"When did you beat up Italy?"

"World War 2?"

Germany raised an eyebrow, causing California to say,

"He was on Hawaii the day it was bombed. I found him, and kinda beat him up for information."

America suppressed a laugh while Germany went to calm Italy down,

"Italy, stop acting like such a coward, and say hello to our guests. Or my guests, I suppose."

California smiled at Italy, who stuck his head out from underneath the table to look at her,

"Oh! So the Bella doesn't want to hurt me?"

Cali shook her head, still smiling, as said,

"Mi spiace."

Italy smiled a bit and stood up,

"Yay! Do you like pasta?"

"I love pasta!"

Italy cheered as he went back to stirring the noodles. Cali went to the fridge,

"I'll make the sauce!"

The loud video games stopped, and Prussia came up the basement stairs,

"Yo! West! Gimme some food!"

Germany rolled his eyes. America waved to Prussia, who promptly responded,

"Aw sick, is America staying?"

Prussia high-fived America, and then walked into the kitchen,

"Hey Italy, what's cooking? Don't answer that."

Cali turned from the fridge, tomatoes in hand and said to Prussia,

"Hi! I'm California! It's nice to properly meet you."

Prussia took off his gaming headset, and looked at California up and down, not saying anything.

Cali turned back to slicing the tomatoes, smiling happily, humming a little song while Italy danced around the kitchen. She bent over to pick up a fork she dropped, giving Prussia a nice view of her ass. Prussia raised one eyebrow, smiling faintly.

California straightened up, placing the fork back on the counter, oblivious to the looks Prussia was giving her,

"Hey, Goldie?"

"Yeah?"

She turned to him, smiling and holding the large knife up by her head, scaring everyone in the room,

"How's everything with Michigan?"

Cali rolled her eyes, stabbing the cutting board,

"I hate her! She thinks that she's the only one with problems these days! It's all 'California did this!' 'This is California's fault!' Well, I'm sorry, but I have my own things to deal with!"

Italy whimpered at the murderous look on her face, and when Cali noticed, it instantly disappeared,

"But whatever. She's so not worth getting mad about."

She went back to smiling, cutting up the tomatoes. Prussia sat down at the dining table as she scraped them into a sauce pan and turned on the heat. Italy was almost done with the pasta, straining the water in the sink,

"California, your sauce smells wonderful!"

Cali smiled,

"Thanks! I do have the best food in the country."

America raised one eyebrow, and was about to say something, but she interrupted,

"In-In-Out."

America's mouth shut. Italy and California both prepared dishes for everyone and laid them out on the table.

She sat down at the table, laying her napkin on her lap, and picking up her fork. Her pleasant demeanor disappeared, however, when she noticed America shoveling in mouthful after mouthful of pasta. She wrinkled her nose and swatted him on the arm,

"Slow down, will you? Have some manners!"

America rolled his eyes, and said with his mouth still full,

"Okay mom."

Cali glared at him, and the temperature in the room dropped 10 degrees. She folded her arms and didn't stop glaring at him until he set down his fork, wiped his face, and laid his own napkin on his lap,

"That's better."

Prussia laughed obnoxiously,

"Ha! America just got owned by a girl!"

Cali turned to him, now smiling smugly,

"It would be a lot more impressive if Hungary didn't kick your ass all the time."

A small grin made it's way onto Germany's face and Prussia stopped laughing,

"How do you know that?"

"Liechtenstein told me."

Italy was on his second plate of pasta by now, grinning contently.


Dinner was over, all the dishes in the sink, so California went upstairs to take a shower. When she announced this, Prussia immediately headed upstairs after her, ignoring Germany's warnings.

America just smiled,

"In 3, 2, 1."

There was a loud, high-pitched scream, followed by an impressive clang of pickax meeting skull.

Suddenly, Prussia is fleeing downstairs, to the basement, holding what appears to be California's bra, and pinching his nose to stem the bleeding,

"Not awesome! Not awesome!"

Cali stomps down the stairs, clad only in a towel, and steaming with rage. She twirls her pickax in her hands,

"Where is he?"

Germany and America both point the the basement, not saying anything, but both quite amused.

Cali, holding up her towel in one hand, gripping her weapon in the other, strides over to the basement.

Surprisingly, there's another high-pitched scream, but it's not from California. America is guffawing loudly as California comes back up the stairs, holding up Prussia by the back of his shirt,

"Where's your fireplace?"

Prussia begins to squirm in her grip, but she holds onto him tightly. Germany, now with a very amused look on his face, says,

"I know he deserves it, but you can't burn my brother."

Cali sighs and lets go of Prussia. He bolts down the hall, trying to escape her further wrath, but California throws her pickax with such force and accuracy, it nails him in the back of the head, causing him to fall onto his face.

America is now hunched over in laughter, Germany laughing weakly, and Italy laughing just because Germany is.


Cali comes back downstairs later, her hair still wet. Prussia is down in the basement, avoiding her, and when she walks down, he leaps back, clutching his head protectively,

"Yo, chill. I just want to see if you have any good games."

She sits down on the couch and picks up the controller,

"Hey, put that down! I'm in the middle of a game!"

She unpauses it, and immediately begins firing. The points add up as she murders every enemy, collects all the ammo and health packs, eventually beating the mission as Prussia watches in astonishment,

"Wow, I never knew a girl could play like that!"

"And I never knew a dissolved nation could still exist. There's a first for everything, I guess."

"Fair enough."

Though the comment stung, he couldn't help but admire the girl for her skills. They played for the next few hours, California wiping the floor with him, until America came down to say to her,

"Goldie, it's getting late. You might want to get some sleep."

She sighed,

"I'm older than you, you know."

America chuckled,

"Everyone here is. But that doesn't make me any less your boss."

She set down the controller, giving Prussia a little salute, and marching up the stairs.

Prussia followed her up, but when he saw the wistful look on America's face, he stopped to talk to him,

"What's with the look?"

America laughed a bit as he watched California walk up the stairs to where she was staying,

"They grow up so fast. One day, they're just a territory and the next thing you know, they have the 8th largest economy in the world, speak 5 languages, and are the entertainment capital of the world."

Prussia placed a hand on America's shoulder,

"Tell me about it. It seems like just yesterday West was half my size. Also, why do you call her Goldie?"

"That's her nickname, like officially. 'The Golden State'. She had the whole gold rush thing, not to mention all the sun they get there, and name sort of stuck."

Prussia nodded contently,

"Well, I'm gonna go back to my game."

America patted him on the back,

"See you in the morning, dude."


London knocked on California's door, holding a fresh bouquet of roses.

When nobody answered, he sat on her porch, feeling dejected.

Is that girl ever home?

At that moment, Oregon came walking down the street, heading back to Cali's house to get his phone that he left there a few days prior.

When he saw London, his disposition changed to a much angrier one,

"Hey! What are you doing here?"

London stood up, flattening the wrinkles in his pants,

"Well, I am here to see the beautiful California. However, it appears as though she is not home at the moment. Why are you here?"

Oregon put his hands in his pockets,

"I left my phone here, so I came to get it. By the way, Cali is in Germany this week."

London nodded thoughtfully,

"Alright, I will come back then."

Oregon took a step towards him,

"That wasn't an invitation!"

London scoffed at him,

"Does it look like I care?"

Pulling out his spare key that California gave him, Oregon unlocked the door and stepped inside,

"Stay out here."

London crossed his arms but didn't say anything.

Once he was inside, Oregon found his phone and dialed Arizona,

"Hey, Arizona-"

"Why are you calling me? Is Cali okay?"

"Yeah she's fine, but there's this guy at her house and-"

"WHAT?"

The phone went dead and Oregon smirked.

That'll teach him to mess with me.


"GO AWAY AND NEVER COME BACK!"

"Who are you?! Stop shooting arrows at me! Ah!"


Okay, shorter chapter, but it's getting late and this is all I could do for the night. I think that's all I'm going to do with the Germany thing, but who knows? It could go anywhere at this point. Okay, I gotta go, so please review and see you next time!