Two days later, after England had taken care of all the business he needed to do before going to America, he received a phone call.
"Hey, is this England?"
"Yes. To whom am I speaking?"
"Oh, cool! I got the right number. This is Arizona. Remember, America's forty-eighth state?"
He groaned slightly. "Yes, I remember."
"Well, me and some of my sibs will come to pick you up."
"'Sibs'?"
"You know. Siblings. Sisters and brothers, all that jazz?"
England winced at the blatant abuse of his language.
"Anyway, we're, like, taking a plane with us, so no worries, man. Oh, and Nevada isn't flying, so chill. You won't, like, be scattered into pieces across the Atlantic."
He supposed it was supposed to be reassuring, but really it just made him worry more.
"ROXANNE ARIZONA JONES! YOU BETTER NOT BE MESSING WITH COLORADO!"
"Oh, that's Delaware! Meet you at twelve! Gotta go! Bye!"
England sighed. He didn't even know where he was supposed to meet the states.
At three o'clock, England's door slammed open.
"YO! IGGY! WE'RE HERE!" Arizona's voice rang through the halls.
England was so startled at her loud voice, he dropped his teacup. It shattered into sharp shards of china.
"Bloody gits," he muttered as he bent down to clean up the mess.
"Ah, Iggy! There you are!" Arizona said cheerfully as she led her party into his kitchen.
He looked up from where he was picking up china on the floor. "Don't call me that."
Arizona and Nevada were there, along with three others.
Two of them looked pretty much identical, what with their long, dirty blond hair and dark blue eyes. The only difference between them was how they were dressed. The girl on the left was wearing a tee-shirt that read 'Myrtle Beach', jean shorts, and looked like she was freezing in England's chilly climate. The girl on the right seemed a bit more comfortable in long jeans and a tee-shirt with an early airplane on it. They looked about sixteen.
The third was a very short, rather busty girl. She seemed the only one dressed practically for England, in long jeans, a sweatshirt, and a tee-shirt with the outline of a small state on it.
"Okay Iggy! Time for introductions!" Nevada said cheerfully.
The twin on the left stepped forward. "Hey! I'm Catherine Jones, but you can call me Cat. I'm the personification of South Carolina, eighth state, twin of North Carolina, and obliviously one of the most twinliest twins ever!"
Her twin waved. "Caroline Jones, personification of North Carolina, twelfth state, and twin of Cat. I'll be flying today."
Nevada pouted. "Why can't I fly?"
Everyone else ignored her.
The short girl smiled. "I'm Kathleen Jones, personification of Rhode Island, thirteenth state."
Arizona nodded decisively. "And you know me and Neva, so let's go!"
England was about to step forward when the door swung open.
"ARIZONA! YOU FORGOT ME!"
Arizona scowled. "No, I didn't. I drugged you and tied you to a chair."
The newcomer threw back his head and cackled. "Nothing can hold the awesome me down!"
He was fairly tall, and had white-blond hair and blue eyes.
"Well, you know I need to be here, because the world needs AWESOMENESS that only I can provide!"
North Carolina sighed. "It's your turn, Rhode."
Rhode Island nodded.
Walking over to the newcomer, (who reminded England of someone, he just couldn't remember who) she pulled a stuffed bird out of her pocket.
When she was sure the annoying boy was focused on the bird, and not on her, she gave him a swift, hard punch to the stomach, effectively knocking him unconscious.
"Let's hope he's in an Austrian mood when he wakes up," South Carolina muttered.
"So who was that?" England asked.
Arizona made an annoyed face. "That was Jeremiah Jones, personification of Pennsylvania, and a complete hijo de putaque no puedenhacer nada bien..."
She continued to rant in Spanish, olbvious to everyones' stares.
Nevada, leaving Arizona to her deranged mutterings, finished the explanation. "Yeah, he's a moron in a Prussian mood. When he's Austrian, he's calmer, but...You know Austria. The only person he listens to is Dad, but Arizona hates Jerry because he stole her explosives once. You usually can't put them in the same room without them getting into a fist fight."
By the time Nevada finished talking, Rhode Island had managed to calm down Arizona.
"Okay. Let's go," she announced, while still glaring at Pennsylvania's unmoving form.
The twins scooped up Pennsylvania, Rhode Island grabbed England's bags (for such a short person, she was extremely strong), and Nevada managed to keep Arizona from strangling Pennsylvania.
...
They must have made an odd procession as they walked through London towards Heathrow airport. The Carolina twins had handed Pennsylvania to Arizona, who had taken some sort of sadistic glee in dragging his head on the ground, turning his hair brown, with a hint of red.
Rhode Island was still carrying his bags, and didn't even seem bothered by the extra weight.
Nevada was talking on her phone, gabbering away about something called 'My Chemical Romance', and 'Green Days', or something like that.
Cat was talking animatedly about something, and Caroline seemed to be trying very hard to ignore her sister.
Finally, as England just knew it would happen, a police officer stopped them.
"What's going on here?" he asked, looking pointedly at England, who had no idea what to say. "Can't you control your...sisters?"
Thankfully, (or perhaps unfortuneatly) Arizona stepped forward. "Um, mister, he's not our big brother. He's a colleague of our dad's. We were just picking him up for Dad."
The police officer still looked suspicious. "And who's he?" he said gesturing to Pennsylvania.
Arizona's pleasant, diplomatic expression turned sour. "He's a pickpocket. Here, why don't you take him?"
Rhode Island hastily stepped in, though she, Cat, and Nevada looked highly amused.
"No, he's not. Um, we'll just be going now."
She hastily grabbed England and Arizona's arms and dragged them on thier way, with Nevada and the Carolinas following them, all three trying hard not to laugh.
By some miracle, the officer decided to just let sleeping dogs lie, and didn't chase after them.
As soon as he was out of sight, Nevada cracked up.
"Oh, God! Oh, God that was freakin' hilarious!" she weezed.
Arizona scowled. " I was serious."
That just made Nevada laugh harder.
Rhode Island sighed and rubbed her temples. "Honestly, Hawaii's more mature than you two are."
After they reached the airport and borded the plane America's children had taken, North Carolina slipped up to the cockpit before Nevada had a chance to, causing the latter to scowl and start muttering in Spanish.
The inside of America's plane was quite nice. England had never been in this one before.
There was a plush rug on the floor, and seats facing a table. There was also a storage container, screwed to the ground so it wouldn't move around during the flight.
Arizona set up Pennsylvania in one of the chairs, using his seatbelt to keep him from falling out.
Rhode Island went over to the box and took out a stack of photo albums. "Here, we better show you what you're in for," she said ominously.
England sighed as he sat down. Rhode Island took a seat next to him.
"Okay," she said opening the first one. "Here's the last birthday party! We celebrate all the birthdays of the month at once, with Uncle Mattie and his kids, though at home we always decorate on birthdays."
There was a large, group portrait on the first page, with about fifty people in it, at a glance. America was standing in the back row, next to a boy with glasses and sandy hair the same shade as America's, minus Nantuckett. Next to him was Pennsylvania, laughing violently. On his right was a short girl, who looked annoyed with Pennsylvania. "That's Delaware, next to Dad. Then Pennsylvania, then New Jersey. You've probably seen Delaware before. He worked as Dad's assistant over the summer."
England nodded. He did remember seeing a tall boy that looked like America around. "He didn't mention he was related to America, though."
Nevada, who had been listening to the conversation, rolled her eyes. "Of course he didn't. Why would he?"
Rhode Island hastily explained. "What Nevada means is that Dad's kept us secret for our safety. I mean, Dad does have enemies, so, like, I'm sure Cuba or Russia would be happy to kidnap us. It's one of the reasons we mostly stay in one house."
England blinked. "You mean...There's fifty of you in one house?"
Rhode Island laughed. "Yup. It's chaos, most of the time. It's usually up to Maryland, me, D.C., and Delaware to keep order."
Nevada laughed. "Don't forget, you've got a temper. Everyone's afraid of you when you're angry."
Rhode Island shot her a dirty look, but before she could say anything, Pennsylvania woke up and sniffed haughtily.
"Has my other self been allowed to run loose again?" He asked, mantaining an air of icy dignity despite being tied to an airline seat.
South Carolina nodded. "Yeah."
"Don't use slang. It's vulgar."
Arizona rolled her eyes and pulled an ipod out of her pocket, grabbing headphones from under the seat. "Hooo-boy, we're in for it now," she muttered, pulling on the headphones and turning on her music so loud it was audible to England, who was sitting across from her. With some approval, he noted it was a British band. At least he wouldn't have to listen to the high-pitched catastrophe America called music, even if his daughter was destroying her hearing.
Nevada and South Carolina took the same approach, but since England didn't have a music player of any sort, he was forced to listen to Pennsylvania's rant.
He was impossibly glad when North Carolina announced over the intercom that they would be landing in two minutes. It finally shut Pennsylvania up.
As North Carolina pulled into the runway, England looked out the window. He saw America, looking slightly exasperated, and New Mexico, looking like he'd rather not be there.
England sighed. Seven down, forty-three to go.
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Hey, it's me, Willow Yew, to say I don't own Hetalia and to thank all you wonderful reviewers.
So, I don't think this chapter is as funny as the last one.
History-wise, I don't think Pennsylvanians ever tried to seize weaponry from Arizona, but it seemed a Prussia-like thing to do.