Author's note:
I just feel that I should start off by making something clear, each of these little stories are in their own little bubble, unless it says differently in the story or is said by me. I say that because I don't think what is seen in this one-shot in particular is actually a thing. I've just seen some really neat stories about it so I thought I'd give it a shot.
DISCLAIMER! HETALIA NOT MINE!
"Are you sure Amerique, won't be mad we are showing up early?" France asked as the group of countries strolled up towards America's Virgina home. France, England, Canada, Germany, Japan, China, Italy, Romano, and Spain were coming over to America's place for his birthday, and they decided to come early to help him get his place ready for the party, because they place was always sort of a mess, at least when they came for the 4th of July. It's like America had a party before the party.
"He'll be fine, frog." England rolled his eyes. "If anything he should be greatful."
"If you say so." France sighed as they stepped up to the front door. But as they did so they noticed that there were already people there, judging by the massive amount of noise that could be heard from outside. Lots of people, definetely music. What the hell?
So, they knocked on the door.
And they knocked again.
And when nothing happened they went to knock but half way to knocking, the door swung open.
There in the doorway was a teen boy, with blond hair, blue blues, and a confused look on his face. Even more startling was the beer in his hand. But it got better.
"Aren't you a little young to be drinking that?" England asked and the boy's face twisted in rage.
"I'm over two hundred years old, assface!" The boy sassed. "Stop trampling my freedoms you fucking limey!" And WHAM, England was punched in the face and the door was slammed, followed emmediately by a cry of 'Massachusetts!' and the door being opened by an apologetic America.
"Dude! I'm so sorry about that!" America apologized. "Mass can get really up in arms about his rights. Once, I grounded him for two weeks and he set one of the cars on fire!"
"Mass- what like Massachusetts? The state?" England asked. The others blinked. There was no fucking way.
"A little?" America said, but his tone said, 'yes, he's the state. All my states have personifications.'
"America, what the hell!? Why didn't we know this?" England said, now distracted from his bleeding nose.
"Canada knew."
"Why did he know!?"
"Sometimes they sneak across the border." America sighed. "I wasn't hiding them, you just didn't ask."
"Why vould we ask about that?" Germany gapped, snapping from his stupor.
"I dunno." America shrugged a shoulder. "You guys want in or not?"
They all wondered in the door. There were states buzzing around the place, granted in seem like the brunt of them were doing something in the backyard based on noise. Most of nations were moving sort of slowly out of shock, with the exception of Canada, who just walked in normally.
"Hello, Michigan, Wisconsin." Canada greeted two of the states, smiling slightly at the sight of them.
"Uncle Canada!" Michigan greeted in what would be bearly a regular speaking tone for everybody else, but seemed to be a yell for him.
"Want a beer, Uncle?" Wisconsin said, already holding out the beer that he was already accepting.
"Thank you." Canada said as he opened his bottle.
"I'm glad you came this year, Uncle Canada." Michigan said, sipping his own beer. "The wrestling in the backyard is really heating up, wanna go watch?"
"Why, it's always Texas that ends up wrestling America in the end, anyway."
"Good piont."
"Canada, what the hell, you knew this was a thing they did and you didn't tell us?" England blinked and Canada looked annoyed.
"I did tell you. You then asked me who I was." Canada was sipping with more resentment now. Damn hosers.
"Did you?" England looked confused, some of the others looked embarrassed, as they should.
"Don't mind Canada, he's found his little click now, they'll disappear into a corner and we won't see them the rest of the party." America chuckled and before lighting up. "Hey, why don't you follow me to see the wrestling in the backyard. Well, it's not really wrestling, I guess. There is a lot of grappling and choke holds, be we also throw each other a little."
"Throw each other." Germany repeated, eyes wide. The others seemed to have simular sedaments.
"Yeah, there is throwing, some punching. The girls use dirty tatics. California won her second round by kneeing New York in the crotch and putting him in a headlock while he was on his knees. Poor guy didn't see it coming." America shook his head before glancing over to the sitting area. "New York, dude! How you recovering?" A thumbs up came from the couch.
"Why would you guys fight each other? Today is supposed to be a happy day!" Italy asked and America seemed to actually think about it.
"I gonna be real, I don't really remember. I think it started when some of them got into an actual fight about something, probably politics. Then we found out it was fun so we made a sort of tournament out of it. Been doing it for years. The winner gets to fight me." America smiled big as they got closer. "Dudes, Hawaii and Pennsylvania's fight is about to start! You guys have got to see this, it's halarious!"
And so they entered the backyard space, where two girls stood in the middle of a makeshift ring that was probably largely ignored given by how trampled it was. The first girl hand blonde hair and blue eyes and looked to be around sixteen years old. She also looked a little scary. The second girl looked like some sort of island native, and was very small and adorable.
"What the hell, America, that little girl is going to get hurt!" England gapped and America rolled his eyes.
"She'll be fine, just watch."
"Alright I want a good fight, girls." A boy who looked an awful lot like America said from his position at the center of the ring. "Alright... GO!" The boy threw some sort of hankerchief and fled for his life.
The fight started imediately, with the girls charging at each other and Hawaii getting in the first hit, a solid punch under Pen's chin.
"Yeah! That's my girl!" America cheered and the others looked at him like he was bonkers. "Kick her butt, Hawaii!"
Pen got in the next move, grappling the island state and trying to flip her over, only for Hawaii to use the momentum against her to get onto her shoulders and choke her with her legs. Pen threw herself to crush Hawaii with her body weight before getting up, snatching the girl by her ponytail and tossing her in the air. The nations were astonished, because America was cheering! Apparently this shit was great!
And then, to the nations suprise, the little girl, instead of recieving a blow when she returned to her sister's level, dished out a kick to the other girl's face. Pen fell to the ground and Hawaii sat on her and started to pull one of the other girls legs back. Pen tapped out.
"Yeah! That's my little warrior!" America laughed and Hawaii grinned before running over.
"Daddy!" She giggled, reaching up at him. He picked her up. "Did you see me?"
"Yeah, I did, you did great, sweetie." America laughed and the two rubbed their noses against each others. "And thank for not making her eat dirt this year."
"She's so mean!" Hawaii pouted.
"I know, Hawaii." America chuckled. "She just wants what best."
"What she thinks is best is stupid and and she's pushy!" Hawaii arguedbefore noticing the nations staring at her. "Daddy... who are they?" She said, sprawling a tiny arm over America's chest protectively.
"These are some other nations, sweetie. They are Daddy's work friends, they came over early this year." America said, sitting down. "Go say hi."
Hawaii's eyes scanned over the countries before landing on Japan and glaring.
"Uh... Herro?" Japan greeted. There was a pause before Hawaii launched herself at Japan with a war cry before being snatched up by America.
"No, lets not do that." America blushed spinning around and placing her away from Japan. "Go make fun of your sister, we need to take a notch of her ego."
"Okay, Daddy." Hawaii said, glaring one more time before trotting away.
"Sorry about that, Japan, the states hold grudges really bad." America rubbed the back of his neck.
"It's okay."
"Daddy? They call you Daddy?" England was still absolutely flabbergasted over the situation.
"I'm really more like their big brother, but when the first thirteen showed up they started to call me Daddy, so Daddy I became." He shrugged. "Most of them just call me Dad, now, though."
"This is too bloody weird!" England shuddered, the others nodded.
"Is it really that much of a suprise?" America asked, genuinely wanting to know the answer, but before a state rushed up to him and pushed a baby into his arms.
"Dad, can you watch D.C. while I kick Callie's ass? Thanks!" She was gone before he could even think of anything to say.
"Alright!" America said before smiling at the little one. "Here there, buddy. You having fun today? Yeah, you are."
"Who is this?" Spain asked, getting in for a closer look. "He is so adorable." He said, pinching one of the baby's tiny cheeks.
"This is the District of Columbia. It's where my capital is, Virgina and Maryland have joint custody of him." America smiled before lifting him up toawrds his face. "He is pretty cute, I think he looks like me, doesn't he?"
"He does. England, was America this cute as a child?" Spain asked and England rolled his eyes.
"Well yes, but I never had him this young."
"You thought I was cute?" America gave his cheekiest grin and England turned red.
"Don't get a big head about it, you bloody git!" England screeched, flailing around. America laughed at him.
"What are these scars?" Spain asked, pointing to a burn scar that creeped up the baby's neck and onto his face by his ear.
"Oh! Those are from the burning of Washington D.C. in the War of 1812." America mumbled, holding the boy a little closer, and turning slightly so the boy wasn't facing England. England looked vaguely horrified.
"Oh! The poor bebe." Spain tsked. "That had to have been awful."
"I burned a baby!?" England said in a sort of squeaky yell.
"You didn't know, dude, don't get worked up over it." America offered as what was supposed to be a comfort.
"No, no, this is unacceptable. Hand him over, let me hold him." England held out his arms to hold the baby. America reluctantly handed the boy over. England held the boy with suprising skill and softness. "Hello, there, little one."
"Alright, give him back." America was clearly nervous about his capital being in the hands of England.
"Belt up, America! I'm not going to hurt him. And while I refuse to apoligize for my actions-" Of course "- the least you can do is let me comfort him a little bit." England huffed giving the baby something of a manly cuddle.
"Fine, but don't let Virgnia or Maryland see you with him, unless you've got a death wish."
"Noted." England sighed dryly.
By the end of America and States pre-party party, the nations had managed to each find states that they didn't mind being around and actually managed to have fun. Especially when Canada, Michigan, and Wisconsin finally got drunk and started to sing Canadian pop songs. Nevada had managed to get Germany and the Italies caught up in gambling, despite advanced warning from America that they would never win. They hadn't listened. Spain spent a great deal of time with the states that used to be his territories, which was a great relief to Romano. France tried to flirt with some of the few female states, but that hadn't ended well, what with America putting him in a headlock and refusing to let him breath. America let him go... after he passed out. Japan and China mostly hung around America, China complaining a good portion of the time, they played video games mostly.
And then there was England. Poor... Poor England. England, who was already having a rough week as it was, and barely wanted to be there in the first place, had been duct taped to an outside wall by the original thirteen colonies. The States would come up and take joke pictures with him. America didn't stop them, he thought it was halarious and had insisted that him and all the states take a picture with the duct taped England at the end of the party. France was happy to take the picture.
America had let him down from the wall... eventually. After the fireworks that night.
Author's Note:
Yeah, I really don't know what this was. I just wanted to do something involoving the states. Sorry it took so long to get this up. I'll do better.
Leave me a prompt or review or something. I like seeing what you guys think. Plus prompts are fun. I'm working on one prompt that involves France and England pranking each other that I think you guys are gonna like. So yeah. Prompts. Reviews. Do it. Please.