It was now the night of a legendary Packers Vs Bears football match. Summer had melted away, and the Midwest was gathered in Indiana's house to watch the fireworks.

Not literally, but the battles between Wisconsin and Illinois on game night were legendary.

Nebraska brought the popcorn for the occasion, both of the Dakotas working together to bring out their best butter for said popcorn. Missouri sent a letter in a bottle down to Louisiana who called Texas and initiated a trade for a 3-Day Brisket. Minnesota literally melted when she unveiled it.

"And now, behold, MY MAGNIFICENT MEAT." She had announced holding out the huge tray tilted just so so that the other States could get a good whiff of steaming meat.

Ohio had to jump over a drooling hunched over Michigan to catch Minnesota before he toppled over and earned himself a concussion. She shot Iowa a pointed glare for not making a move to catch the person who was standing, literally right next to him like what the hell man. Uncool.

Minnesota was muttering about some otherworldly faith as his eyes nearly rolled back.

"Jesus, are you okay?" Ohio asked, pointedly ignoring a whining Michigan in the background.

Minnesota didn't answer.

Ohio just huffed in response, dropping her brother to the delight of the Dakota twins.

"TAKE THAT! AHAHAHAHAH!"

Missouri nearly dropped the tray when she heard Wisconsins cackle, a sharp hiss followed shortly after along with an angered screech.

"ARE YOU SERIOUS? THIS IS MY FAVOURITE FLANNEL!"

The others all raced into the cozy living room to see a full out battlefield.

The coffee table was turned on its side, splattered with kernels of popcorn and fake spray on cheese. Illinois was stationed behind it, her hand clasped dramatically on a sling shot with little crystals nearby in a pile. A few others had been embedded into the plush sofa cushions and pillows that had been put up as a fort on the other side of the room.

Indiana was too shocked to to freak out, she looked absolutely demolished.

Not unlike her living room.

The tv was still blaring on about the big football game, humans running around and piling up in various assortments of greens and whites. It looked like, for every point that was being racked up the offending state would send over a different attack.

Wisconsin was grinning, an unsettling hateful grin. Kansas would deny it later, but he totally shivered.

Illinois was no better, the scowl etched into her pretty face was...unusual to say the least.

"Hello? Uh, we've got dinner ready..." Missouri trailed off, not even daring to take a step into the war zone.

Illinois responded with a legitimate hiss. Said hiss slowly dissolved into words but nevertheless it still made the huddle by the entryway scoot further back into the kitchen. "This is between me, and the fart stinking up this country over there."

Meanwhile, somewhere else, Alfred felt the distinct almost about to fart feeling. It almost interrupted his discussion with Ivan.

Back to Indiana, Wisconsin just sniggered, leering from the hole in between soft things. "She who smelt it, dealt it."

Illinois growled, and flashed a look up at the screen, she reloaded her slingshot sending two crystals thunking into pillows.

North Dakota rubbed at Indiana's back, she had already fallen to her knees in despair.

The next thing anyone knew, a gun went off in the house. The bullet shooting through the hardwood ceiling that was most likely handmade.

A flicker of their normal personalities flashed over the two warring states, but it quickly went away.

Indiana had stopped her almost-about-to-cry-over-destroyed-furniture breakdown, now lodged firmly in between the Dakotas.

Iowa stood back in the kitchen with a short pistol in one raised hand, dead green eyes staring blankly at the rest of the region.

"When'd you get a gun?" Michigan asked with a raised eyebrow, decidedly not disturbed by the dead stare that looked way too close to his direction to be comfortable. Were all of his siblings just that crazy? Aside from Ohio, she was obviously the most deranged out of all of them.

"It's new."

Missouri and Nebraska both let out similar 'oh' sounds, neither looking extremely shocked. Illinois, the other neighbour wasn't paying a lock of attention, already focused back on the game. Minnesota was...well he was certainly somewhere.

Missouri cleared her throat, pushing back into the kitchen with confidence in her step. "Well, if all the children are done now, we adults are going to eat this delicious bri-"

As she had begun to gesture towards the trey with her brisket special ordered via river, she discovered it was entirely empty.

Far off in the distance, Minnesota laughed to himself. The stolen meat balanced precariously on a paper plate. "Heh, no one ever suspects Minnesota."

A/N: This one is even shorter than the last one! AUGH! Oh well, finals are here and I'm all worded out. Sorry. Well, okay, I've also been working on a different story but shhh, it's not even part of any fandom. So anyways, I've been getting a lot of messages about Packers VS Bears so here ya go. I also added a bit of my own opinion about my own state tossed in there. It sure is SWELL to be the last in the nation on mental health! HA HA GLORIOUS. OH YES AND LETS GIVE THEM ALL FIREARMS TOO YES YES OKAY.

Ahem. Sorry. Anyways! Thanks a whole bunch for reading! See y'all next time!