AN: So this is the LAST chapter for this story. However, there will be a sequel! The first chapter should be out in a week or two. When Bonding Time is up I'll post something under this story so you'll know.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia or Don't Wake Daddy the game.

Part 11: Punishment

(Don't speak Tony to me!)

Many of the states have one food that's special to them. It's normally one that originated from their place or it's something they're known for. But the one rule, which applies only during bonding time, is that you do not mess with their food. So getting their guests decent "snacks or something" with no time to do so was going to be difficult.

What kind of snacks do you serve to seven foreign countries? Really, some of them were know the entire world round for their food and not in a bad way like England.

Somehow Delaware didn't think chips and dip were going to cut it. So he decided to bend the rule for the sake of surviving.

The First State took a deep breath and committed verbal suicide, "Since we don't have enough time to make anything. We'll make sacrifices. Wisconsin, I know you have a mini fridge in your room, so surrender your cheese."

Wisconsin, who had been half inside a cupboard searching for food, halted. She slowly withdrew and threw a deadly glare at Delaware. "No, never," she hissed.

Delaware ran his hands threw his hair. He knew she wouldn't like this but he had still hoped she would agree. "Wisconsin, do you want to die?"

Completely ignoring the question The Badger State hissed back a question of her own. "Why do I have to give up my cheese and no one else has to do anything?"

"Because, nothing else can match up to the superior awesomeness of your cheese." Delaware smiled at his sister, hoping that she would open up to his sucking up.

She smirked at him for a moment but quickly went back to frowning. "I'm not surrendering my cheese."

Before they could leap at each other's throats North Dakota intervened, "Maybe you should let them handle it, since they're not just fighting about what to do."

Delaware and Wisconsin followed the line from North Dakota's finger and found out that some of their siblings were already working quietly.

Georgia had a pitcher full of a light honey brown liquid before her and was stirring sugar into it. At another counter Vermont was cutting the crusts off of little triangular shaped sandwiches. The moment both of them finished New Jersey slipped into the room carrying a large silver tray with small plates and tea cups carefully balanced on top.

Delaware blushed at his previous actions but smiled slightly. Despite how aggravating his siblings could be they always pulled through. "What are you doing?" He asked softly as he came to stand behind New Jersey.

Vermont eyed Delaware before answering his question. "Georgia's making peach tea, I made cucumber sandwiches, and we're having Nevada and California make lemon aide."

"You guys are pretty amazing," Delaware praised.

New Jersey giggled. "Yeah they were cutting onions but when that didn't make them cry we thought that we might as well have them squeeze lemons. That way the juice might get into their eyes or a cut or something. They're not crying yet but we're going to have some great lemon aide."

Delaware sighed. His siblings might be amazing but they were also amazingly screwed up.

Meanwhile in the living room Maryland was supervising the efforts to get California and Nevada to cry. It wasn't going too bad. California was already bawling into New York's shoulder as he rubbed her back. But Nevada hadn't yet even shed one tear. But as Maryland stared at her eyes, from about five inches away, she saw that there were tears there but they weren't coming out.

"Come on Nevada, do you want to get in trouble?"

"N-no," she whined, "But I just c-can't."

"Forget this. We should pinch her," New Hampshire said.

"Or we could use the strappado."

Maryland spun around. "What's wrong with you, Massachusetts? We can't torture our sister."

"Nothing else is working," he grumbled in his defense.

As time passed more states began gathering in the living room, each one offering a new way to make her cry. None of them worked.

Virginia was the last to arrive. As soon as she sat down, on the arm of an already occupied chair, America entered.

He stood in the doorway and stared at the states. Of course they didn't go to their rooms. He went and stood at the center of the room so he was visible to them all. He began to pace from one end of the room to the other. The states watched him. He ran his hands threw his hair. Then he stopped and put his hands on his hips. He turned to face the spot where most of the states were sitting. His eyes were blazing. His face was set in stone. He meant business. No one said a word, a tense silence hung in the air.

He opened his mouth to begin his lecture but Nevada broke first.

She flung herself at him and clumsy he caught her. She clung to his shoulders weeping into his chest. All of America's attention was taken by the sobbing girl. The States watched with bright, twinkling eyes. They were saved.

After several minutes America managed to peel the sobbing Silver State off of himself and passed her off to one of her neighbors. Now he was free to punish the states, not that he was really looking forward to it.

"What you did was really, really bad. What made you think that was even a good idea? You could have really gotten hurt and for such a stupid reason. You should have known better."

America let out a deep heavy sigh. He really knew how to lay on the guilt trips. "I don't feel like I can let you out of my sights again. In fact I'm not. The next bonding time I will be here to supervise the whole thing, no exceptions. This kind of stuff is not going to happen again. We'll do something that won't include any violence or explosives."

Now a lot of the bonding time activities have violence in them. Not purposeful I'm going to kill you violence but sports and battle reenactments, cause it's always fun to pretend you're beating up Britain. South Carolina raised his eyebrow and asked, "And what will that be?" His northern twin jabbed her elbowed into his side.

Thankfully America didn't snap at the disrespectful remark. "Well I don't know," he answered. Then he looked around the room and started towards a cabinet in the far corner of the room. He tugged on the handle. After he put his foot on the wooden door and yanked on other door's tarnished handle the cabinet sprang open. It was full of dusty games. He reached in and randomly grabbed one, and then flung it across the room at the nearest state.

The others crowded around Massachusetts. The old purple box in his hands proudly displayed the yellow words "Don't Wake Daddy."

The irony was not lost on the States.

But their lecture was not over. "Now I want you all to go up to your rooms and think about what you've done. First thing tomorrow morning you're all going home." He crossed his arms over his chest and watched as the states started to obediently head to their rooms.

"Wait a minute!" America scooped up a basket that had randomly shown up in the house. Not that random objects turning up was an unusual thing in. It stopped surprising them after a cow statue appeared atop the dining room table. "I want all your phones," America commanded.

The States stared at him like he had just spoken Tony to them.

America narrowed his eyes at them. Did they think he was actually going to forget their phones? What was the point of sending them alone to their rooms if they were just going to text, tweet, and act like they weren't getting punished?

"You heard me."

Reluctantly their hands slipped into their pockets, purses, and other places. Slowly they handed them over, even though America had to pry New Jersey's from her hand.

After he counted them to ensure that no one had escaped he nodded and spoke again, "You'll get these back when you arrive at your own houses."

He let them begin to walk away once more, this time their heads did hang low with the pain of their loss, before he called out to them again. "I want those tapes."

As one the states froze. Maryland's face resembled The Scream, her hands on each side of her face, her mouth opened in a long oval, and her skin turned a greenish orange, at that demand. Those tapes had recorded everything; China's scream, Maine threatening France, everything. It was more than just their black mail, it was proof of their achievement. But they had no choice.

Once the video was in his hand America let them go. His arms were again crossed, the basket full of phones was at his feet, and he had firm stern expression in place.

Hopefully, the States would learn their lesson. America sighed and smirked. Who was he kidding? Of course they wouldn't.

Note:

Delaware's official state nickname is the First State, Wisconsin's is the Badger State.

North Dakota's nickname is the Peace Garden State. It's in honor of the International Peace Garden that's on the border of North Dakota and Canada's Manitoba providence. It's on the longest unguarded border in the world.

As you may have guessed, the strappado was a torture device used to get a confession out of someone. It's thought that it was used in the Salem Witch Trials. This story is rated T so I don't want to describe it but you can Google it, it's not that bad but I want to be safe rather than sorry.

George Swinnerton Parker the founder of Parker Brothers was born in Salem Massachusetts. Parker Brothers was the company that originally produced Don't Wake Daddy, the board game, before it was bought by Hasbro.

Apparently Verizon Wireless is the largest wireless communication provider in the US by number of subscribers. Its headquarters is located in Basking Ridge, New Jersey.

The Scream is a series of paintings and prints by Edvard Munch. You've probably seen it before.

Head Canon:

Vermont is male.

Replies:

EM: No need to apologize I've done the same thing before.

Not logging in: Virginia. Of course they would be, it's genetic.

Southern pride: Thank you. (I don't know what else to say.)

AN:

1) No, Massachusetts would not have really tortured his sister. Yes, Tony is now also a language.

2) I put up a poll, it's about The Stately Collection. Please go to my profile and vote. It would mean alot to me if you did. I'll close it on the 25ft of April.

3) If you have any questions about the story or characters go on and ask, I love answering questions. But most importantly if there was anything you think I messed up on tell me, please. I want to improve. But you are not allowed to complain about a state not being mentioned in here. Some just didn't fit in, for example my home state. (How many of you thought I was from Delaware or Maryland?)

Omake:

America sat in a darkened room with Tony at his side. The only light in the room came from the screen before them. Popcorn in hand both of them were completely focused on the images of the running nations. Both of them were attempting not to laugh too hard to keep from choking.

The moment the first firework was launched across the yard America lost control. The force of his laughter caused his chair to tip back and fall to the floor. He rolled away from the wreckage and slapped his hand against the floor. "This is what they're reduced to without me?" His whole body shook with laughter.

"I am so totally their hero!"