AN: It's been a while sense I updated this story but expect more soon. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia. Just my OC's.
Montana continued to search the streets, some how he had lost both the Dakotas. He didn't try to lose them but he had to admit, it was more peaceful with out the Dakotas speaking in unison or finishing each other's sentences just to annoy him.
"Maybe I should just head to the house" he sighed and shook his head. He needed to find the others, what if they were looking for him. He decided to search for another hour.
He spent the next hour going from shop to shop asking people if the saw any twins walking around but no one had. He frowned and headed toward the house if they didn't show up soon he'd go out and look again.
"I think we lost him, should we go back and search?" South Dakota turned to his brother.
"No, he probably tried to lose us on purpose, the jerk." They were silent for a moment, and considered what they should do.
"Want to head to the house."
"After you."
Meanwhile back at the house William, who had just finished painting his new bathroom, went to go check on his southern friends.
First he checked on Oklahoma who had fallen a sleep on his floor. His room was filled with Native American artifacts and other belongings he had found berried in his yard. Of course some of the things had belonged to him like the giant bow he had hanging over his bed.
He then checked on New Mexico and Nevada who, like Oklahoma, were fast asleep in their rooms. He headed down the hall and lightly knocked on Texas's door. With no response he opened it to see her peacefully sleeping on her bed. Looking at her you would never think of how tough she was, but if you looked up a couple of feet you might be able to imagine. Above her bed were two rifles each she had once used.
He closed her door and headed for Louis's room. Louisiana was fast a sleep on his bed. His room was one of the strangest he had seen. The floor was covered with old Mardi Gras costumes and beads; the walls were covered with mask decorated with colorful feathers. The kid himself was a bit weird. Looking at him you would think he was the younger version of France but was very similar to England in several ways. Number one being they both hated France, well Louis was mostly embarrassed by France. He hated how perverted and, well, how he would hit on anyone and everyone he saw. Also he believed in "magic" you could tell just by looking at his bookshelf. It was filled with books about magic, along with strange jars and little faceless dolls covering it.
He shut the door and headed to his room. He would have to keep an eye on Louis, it was obvious he was suspicious of him and Cal.
New York smiled and set his bags down outside the front door, this was going to be good. He kicked the door down and screamed at the top of his lungs.
"The awesomeness that is me has arrived" He dropped his arms as he looked around, not a single person in sight. He frowned he had actually worked on that and no one was around to see his awesome entrance. He picked up his bags and threw them on the couch.
"Hello? Anyone here? Hello? Come on I worked hard on that entrance." He heard some one coming down the stairs.
"About time someone came and welcomed me." He said under his breath.
Coming down the stairs was Pennsylvania, not the welcoming committee he wanted but he was better than nothing.
"Hey New York glad to see you."
"To bad you missed my big entrance." William looked down to see the front door under New York's feet.
"I can see. So what's with all the bags?" He asked looking at the shopping bags New York had thrown on the couch. New York smiled.
"Well since you asked I give you a sneak peak. I bought everyone matching shirts, here take a look." He held up one of the white T-shirts. William read the shirt.
"I heart New York. Wow, New York, you shouldn't have."
"That's not all." He pulled out another shirt, different from the rest. "This one's mine."
"I hate then a picture of some red socks, that shirt really screams New York." William gave him a fake smile.
"I know right, and look this ones Alfred's." He pulled out a shirt that said I love New York in the front and I hate red socks on the back.
"I'm sure he'll love it." William tried not to sound sarcastic but there was still a hint of it in his voice.
"And you know there good quality because the were made in New York."
"What about that bag? It's different than the rest." He pointed to a small green bag.
"Oh that, I got it here. See I was looking for another shirt for Alfred that said Number one dad but none of the stores had any, so I got him this instead." He pulled out a coffee mug with #1 dad written in big red letters.
"Hey New York can I ask you something." There was a change in Pennsylvania's voice.
"Sure, what?"
"Do you see Alfred as a dad?"
New York thought for a moment, he was taken back by the question. He never really gave it much thought, sure he called Alfred dad but he never actually thought of him that way, it was just a word when he said it. It was like a nickname, it had no real meaning.
"I guess not, I mean we grew up together, it's hard not to think of him other than that little kid I used to mess with. You know once when we were smaller I moved Alfred's bed to the town square, when he woke up he totally freaked out." New York's smiled at the memory.
"I remember that, but I thought Alfred did it himself just to get attention."
"Nope!" New York stared into space. "I miss those day's."
"Yeah."
Silence filled the room as they both remembered their colony days. William was the first to speak again.
"We should fix the door." He began to pick up the door but was stopped by New York who gave him a mischievous smile.
"I have a better idea."
Alfred frowned; this was one of the worst things that could happen to someone. He had just gone in the store for a second to get some medicine that Delaware clamed he needed and could not get through this week with out. When he came out the McDonalds he had left with James was gone. Delaware said someone must have stolen it while he wasn't looking.
" What kind of person steels someone else's McDonalds, that's just low."
"Why don't we go to a nice restaurant, maybe it will help you through this."
"Maybe your right."
Delaware smiled, no one stole their food he had thrown it away. Alfred had promised to take him to lunch, so they could bond before the other states arrived today. And since yesterday was forced to eat cheap takeout, he would not settle for anything less than real food today. Alfred stopped the car pulling James out of his thoughts.
"Why did we stop?"
"Look." Alfred pointed across the street at a blonde young teen carrying, what l looked like his weight in bags.
"Is that California…what are you doing? He turned towards Alfred who was stuck his head out of the window and began to scream as loud as he could to get Cal's attention.
"Hey Cal! Cal! Over here!"
Cal froze. He didn't want Alfred to see what he was doing here or what he had in his bags, but he couldn't just ignore Alfred, no one could ignore Alfred. Dam. He put on a cheerful smile and turned towards the blonde nation.
"Hey, what are you two doing here? " he crossed the street towards the car. Alfred got out while James stared at California trying to figure out what he had in his bags. When him and Alfred left this morning the kid was nowhere to be found and William refused to come said he needed to finish a project before the others arrived. He thought it would be better not to question Will because he was pretty sure he would not like the answer.
"We were going to have lunch at a nice restaurant. Why don't you join us?" Alfred said cheerfully, he looked down at the bags. "What do have in the bags?"
"Oh, I did some early Christmas shopping."
"Cool, here why don't you put them in the trunk?" Cal set his bags in the trunk and hurried to the backseat.
"You know I saw a restaurant down the street that looked interesting why don't we go there." Cal smiled
"Great idea, right James." Alfred turned to face him only to see Delaware frowning and starring daggers at Cal who only smiled wider.
"As long as there's no fast food, I'm fine."
Alfred smiled and headed towards the restaurant.
The four northern states waited and discussed whether to look for Michigan or not.
"If we don't look, will never find him."
"But what if he comes back here looking for us."
...
"Let's flip a coin." Wisconsin took out a quarter. "Heads we stay, tails we look. Agreed?" Everyone nodded and watched the coin fly through the air, hitting an upcoming passerby.
"Ow."
"Oh, sorry Michigan."
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"MICHIGAN!" They all screamed at once.
"WHAT!" Michigan screamed back. Wisconsin hit him on the back of the head.
"Where did you go?" Michigan handed Wisconsin a folded paper.
"Here, a map, now let's get to the house sometime this year."
AN: New York has an idea this can't be good. Next chapter Massachusetts and more states arive at the house.
I hope you liked it. I never meant for their arrival to take so long, I'll try to speed it up and get to family bonding.