Author's Note-Okay, as you can tell, this story is coming to you late. I have currently been working on finishing up my Master's Thesis and it is incredibly time consuming and totally maxing out my screen time. Unfortunately that has meant I haven't been spending as much time as I would like getting fiction writing. Hopefully this story will make up for the long wait. But before we get to the American State's Family Reunion it is time for a quick reviewer shout out. Thanks to BloodLily16, Saoirsewolf, Mofalle, The Imperial Romanian Dragon, and Silver for your words of encouragement. They have really helped me keep sane through my statistics.

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Minion Rush

July 4th

While the 4th of July might not be the biggest holiday celebrated in the United States of America (more money was spent on Christmas, more food eaten at Thanksgiving, more beer drunk on St. Patties day), but Independence Day was defiantly the personification of the USA's favorite. Alfred F. Jones loved everything about the holiday. He loved the fact that people put flags out in front of their houses, he loved how people made a special effort to thank veterans and to visit family, he love summer barbeques and skies full of fireworks.

In fact, the only aspect of the holiday that occasionally got on his nerves was when he needed to run an errand on the morning of the 4th only to discover that every road out of his subdivision was currently blocked by a parade. But even that type of annoyance was fleeting. How could America remain upset at something that made so many people happy, especially when that something was specifically created to celebrate his birthday?

Then, after a day of savoring the feeling of so many of his people celebrating their country and citizenship, America would host one of the greatest parties on earth. Nearly every national personification on the planet was invited to his house for the magnificent spectacle of fireworks, music, and foods. It was the one night where America was king of the world and he took the opportunity to preen like a peacock.

What the other nations didn't know as they drank each other under the table, ate themselves into comas, or danced until dawn was that they were only attending one of America's 4th of July parties. The second 4th of July party would be held on July 6th, and to be honest the party held on the nation's actual birthday was tame compared with the celebration that brought all 50 states to his Virginia home.

July 6th

Family reunions were meant to be chaotic, loud, food heavy affairs, or at least that was the opinion of this year's national birthday party planners. Last night, Hawaii had dug a big hole in the backyard, filled it with coals and banana leaves, and then dumped in a whole boar to slow roast overnight. Alabama had rigged a sound system, a stage, and set up a little table with plenty of punch on it. By the way the southern state was giggling, she probably had already spiked the punch with moonshine as well.

With the food and entertainment ready it was up to Nebraska to come up with this year's chaos. Being the official reunion chaos bringer was not a particularly easy task on a normal year, but it had gotten more difficult over the last decade or so. The federal government was doing a much better job of tracking the chemicals needed to make a decent boom so homemade fireworks were getting harder and harder to make on the sly. But after in improvised explosives that had caused so much destruction in Boston last year several states didn't have the stomach to watch even commercial firecrackers.

With no other choice Nebraska got creative. Very creative if the man sized inflatable missiles and small robotic cookies that were currently trying the raid the buffet were indications. Then there were the ridiculous denim overalls and yellow beanies with wiry springs of black hair sticking out of them.

'You know what?' America thought to himself as he wandered out of his house that morning to the sound Nebraska anchoring some sort of catapult on the front lawn, 'this might be a good moment to back away slowly and catch up with some paperwork until the party actually starts.' And that is exactly what the nation did, that is until Nebraska wandered through his house with a box of orange duct tape laying down four equally spaced lines of orange snaking the middle of his office.

July 7th

America wasn't answering his phone. Japan had accidently left his camera at his ally's house on the evening of the 4th of July, so he had called trying to arrange for a time for him to pick it up but every time he dialed his friend's number it went straight to voicemail. Worried, Japan decided that he would visit America's home and find out what was going on. When he got there he was surprised to see that the old Victorian looked like it had been war zone. Plants were up rooted, the flower beds were trampled, the porch furniture knocked over, and at least one of the large picture windows was shattered.

Instantly the quiet nation went on high alert. For a few moments he wondered if he should call for back up. He knew that Germany was still in town and his phone number was on his speed dial, but for some reason Japan decided to try the front door first. He raised his hand to knock, but as he did the nation noticed that the front door wasn't completely closed.

The current situation was so much like the horror films that America insisted on watch during their movie nights that Japan wanted to swear. He once again the Asian found his fingers searching for his cell phone only to discover that he must have left it in the car. Nervous and alone, he pushed his way into the house without even thinking. It was dead still, so the nation began a systematic search looking for any signs of life.

Japan found America draped haphazardly across the couch in the den. From the door Japan couldn't see any blood, but they didn't mean that his friend wasn't hurt. Gingerly he made his way over the limp form and bent over him. His eyes were closed, his face was lax, but now he could see the pattern of fading bruises that crossed his face. Panic started to creep higher in the nation's throat.

"America-kun, is everything alright?" Japan asked his voice barely a whisper, praying that his best friend was okay.

"Yep, never better." His fellow nation's slightly bloodshot eyes snapped open, and Japan nearly had a heart attack. Not that America noticed as he snuggled his head deeper into the couch's pillows. "Why do you ask?"

"Your house looks like it was hit by an earthquake." Japan motioned towards the over turned bookshelves and the disheveled chairs.

"Oh, that." The super power shrugged and sat up. "Well the states were over for our annual family reunion yesterday and the kids haven't finished cleaning things up yet."

"What could they possibly have done to make such a mess?"

"Do you remember when I showed you the movie Despicable Me?" The North America said of his shoulder with a yawn.

"Hi." The Asian nation nodded thoughtfully.

"Well it turns out that the studio put out a game based on the movie."

"I still do not see how this could have possibly affected your house so badly."

"Well, they decided to play Minion Rush…in my house…with the states taking turns being the minion going through the course." America shook his head, then he sighed and shrugged. "Luckily, Nebraska's party activity was less destructive than some of the past ones. All of the buildings on my property are still standing and so are all of the trees and most of the bushes. The good china also managed to survive, though I kind of suspect that was because I had enough common sense to hide the lot in the bomb shelter before the brood came over."

Japan stared at his friend and ally for a long few moments, letting the words sink in. Then he shook his head and allowed a ghost of a smile dance across his lips. "My friend I have no idea how you survived so long. I suspect that if I was in charge of North America, your states would have quickly been the death of me."

"Probably." The Super Power smirked. "But as long as the 50 of us are family, no one in the world can ever keep us down."

End Note- Banana, Banana! Also avoid the punch, Alabama has spiked it.