Hehe... sorry for the delay on part 2! :)

Standing in front of the darkened house was a young looking man with dark black hair framing curious hazel eyes. Not many things could leave this state puzzled- he happened to be very good at examining a situation and figuring out the reason/solution-, at that moment he was very confused. His brain was telling him two different things; his eyes said that there would probably be no one home what with the state that the house was in, almost all the lights off and all that. But his nose was telling a completely different story than that, because, you see, this is the state of Nevada, someone who could sniff out a poker game or someone gambling from miles away- it came with the territory- and at the moment he knew that something had gone down in that house. He could tell that there had been at least the start of a game of something- probably Texas Hold 'Em if he had to guess- but it seems that they hadn't gotten far for the smell was somewhat stale when he got there, but not enough that he would say they had cancelled early. That and all the cars were still there.

It was funny actually how the Southern states had tried to hide the game tonight from everyone else through hushed conversations and hastily written directions. There was no time to think on that, there was something suspicious going on in Alabama's house and the dark haired state was determined to figure it out. Looking around- as to make sure no curious neighbors were standing watch-, he made his way cautiously up to the door; it would be just his luck that his siblings had set up some kind of trap or something. He pulled his trusty tools from his pocket, sidling up to the door when he realized that no net was going to suddenly be sprung on him and kneeling to eye level with the lock. This was one of those times that Nevada was glad that his brother wasn't as paranoid as some of the others and didn't have a million deadbolts on his door *cough*newyork*cough*. You wouldn't believe how much harder it was to pick deadlocks than regular locks, not that Nevada had any experience picking the locks of the other states houses, or did on many occasions when he was bored. Nope, this had never happened, don't believe the New England states if they say otherwise. Because they most likely will.

Shaking his head to clear it of unneeded thoughts, Carson got to work on the lock determined to figure out what was going.

Tennessee stared wide eyed at what she was seeing, there was no way that this was happening, and it just really wasn't possible for her to be about eye to eye with what she was. No, no, no. All of her Sothern siblings that were in the room with her watched her with guilty expressions all the way across the board, even the Carolinas were fidgeting at the deadly silence that had filled the room at her unexpected- which was a HUGE understatement- arrival. They seemed almost annoyed that she had come at such a time when she had first come down, but she was having none of that, because excuse her when one of her best friends calls having a major spaz attack because one of his best friends just called him panicking before being cut off. So yeah, Leslie is deeply sorry that she was worried about these asses, next time she would know better than to do such a thing. Next time they could be murdered for all she cared.

In case you couldn't tell the strawberry blonde was majorly ticked off at that point. And then North Carolina had the audacity to say:

"This is not what it looks like."

Leslie glared at her long time friend, her temper was beginning to get the best of her and she was just barely managing to contain it, "Skylar P. Jones, look me in the eye and tell me that what I am seeing right now is just a huge misunderstanding." Blue-grey eyes dared their darker colored counterparts to keep from looking away, but- just as she suspected- the caramel eyes dropped the contact almost seconds after making it. Dragged to the floor by the sheer force of Tennessee's own gaze, "That's what I thought." She growled, scowling at all the others in the room whose eyes were also everywhere but on her. "You guys do realize that dad is going to kill you if he finds out about this, yes?"

Somewhere else in the state of Alabama- or so the redhead hoped- stood a woman with a frown as she glanced down at the flat tire her car had decided to sport within the last few miles to Freddy's house. Or at least she thought that she was pretty close to the other states house; let's just say that she wasn't the best when it came to directions. It was just her luck really that this would happen to her, and she had been in a mood for winning tonight too. Not that she and Georgia didn't normally win anyway, Ginny and her sister always wiped the floor with everyone of the guys that played no matter how many times they denied it. It is just how the South poker nights worked with them, Ginny and Georgia would let the guys win a couple of time, let their hopes and confidence rise, then proceed to steal every cent that they had brought that day.

Most of that money went to the girls' night out the next day and had for quite a few years.

Now it seemed that that wasn't going to be happening this time unless a car came driving by in the next few minutes, which she was also seriously doubting was going to happen. She just seemed to be in a very negative mood at the moment and she really didn't feel like changing it any time soon.

Nevada smirked at the click the door made, before he turned the handle, opening it as if he hadn't just spent the last minute picking the lock in what could be considered breaking and entering. Strolling through like it was his own house he was entering, slipping his picks back into his pocket as if they had never been there and looking for a sign of anything weird that might have happened here. So far nothing looked out of the ordinary, no signs of struggles or anything going down that may have been an unplanned interruption, everything as straight and perfect as usual. Except for the rug in the front hall, one of the corners on the end was folded over; it made the dark haired state wondered if maybe it was something that Alabama had just missed. Freddy tended to be a bit OCD about the way his house looked and while everything else looked spotless that one spot wasn't…

So of course being as smart as himself, he moved in the direction that lead back to the living room. Maybe there was something more to see in that part of the house, something that gave him a clue to where all the states had disappeared to. Hopefully none of them ended up in Narnia this time, that day was one hell of a problem for all involved, especially when the White Queen tried to keep Alaska for herself. That was something of an unpleasant memory.

Before Nevada could make it all the way down the hall, something at the very end of the rug dipped under and when he realized what was happening he had already slipped into the hole that was in the floor. The hazel eyed state would have been cursing himself for not realizing that Alabama would have trapdoors in his house when it made so much sense, most of the old Confederate states had trapdoors somewhere in their house so why not Alabama? Too bad that he was too busy trying not to barf at the horrible rollercoaster sensation from falling a good few feet. Thankfully though, it wasn't a long fall, the worst part was really just the moment he hit the floor which he had to assume was concrete.

"Nevada?" More than one of the states gasped in shock, said state was busy trying to keep his shoulder from disconnecting from his body while they all circled around him.

A very annoyed Georgia- she wasn't a big fan of Carson and the way he tended to end up in your house- was the first to ask, "What the heck are you doing here?"

The dark haired corner state just gave an innocent smile, "Oh, nothing- what is that?" He was now staring past the black haired woman towards the center of the room where Tennessee still stood scowling at them all. Nevada now included because he had interrupted her irritated rants and lecture, but it wasn't like it was his fault that she remembered to relock the front door and not shut the trapdoor. "Dad's going to kill you guys." He stated in the most simple terms while continuing to examine the situation in front of him and come up with a positive out come that would keep him from being blamed as well.

So what do you guys think about this second part? Maybe it is just me- considering I am the one that typed it- but it is a little rushed. I've actually had this written in one of my notebooks for a couple weeks but I was being lazy and not typing it like I should. But here it is!

Tell me what you like, don't like, if anything is confusing or you catch a mistake.

And once again feel free to request any states that you would like to see that we haven't seen or that we have seen and you would like to see again. This request was also made by a guest. After this I have Virginia in the Call arc and then Michigan in another request.

TILL NEXT CHAPTER WHICH WILL FEATURE A (UN)LUCKY VIRGINIA!