You know, it was just Ginny's luck that this happened, because, really, what else could possibly cause something this random to happen to her? She had been waiting out here for what felt like hours- in reality, twenty minutes- and it was hot and the stupid tow truck people refused to pick her up until the morning. What was she supposed to do just go book a hotel for the night? Oh, wait; there wasn't even a house nearby! Let alone a hotel, and she was still at least three miles to Alabama's house and that was if she was positive she knew where she was going. WHICH SHE REALLY WASN'T. And, again, leave it to her to choose the one night that Freddy's usually night owl neighbors are already at how in bed to break down on the side of the road, because, obviously, the world just loved her right now. Of you can't tell that was sarcasm and you're an idiot-

Oh, sorry, she tends to rant when nervous, stressed, and/or frustrated, which, at the moment, she was all three. It was not a pretty picture, if her hair wasn't already natural with spastic curls then it would have been then from all the stressing she was doing.

But it wasn't her fault; it was those lazy ass tow people. With their stupid excuses and need for SLEEP. Well, excuse her, for breaking down right when you are trying to get your beauty sleep, because, of course, SHE FUCKING DID IT ON PURPOSE. Yeah, she completely planned this so that fat, middle-aged men had to lose sleep; she enjoyed ruining people's night. The asses.

If they were any kind of good men they would have come and gotten her anyway, not leave her here OVER NIGHT and, oh, look a car! Well, the situation certainly is looking up now. Sweet savor, how she was glad for once in her life to be blinded by a car's headlights.

Wait a second…
This seemed familiar…

Hadn't she watched a movie like this one time? Yeah, that one father-daughter night that they pulled 'horror movie' out of the hat. It was about this girl whose car breaks down on the side of the road… and she ends up standing there trying to get someone to pick her up before another car suddenly… appears… but, instead of helping the girl, the guy… in the car… kidnapped her…

OH, SWEET SAVOR! SHE WAS GOING TO DIE!

B-but she didn't want to die! Virginia wanted to live much longer! She hadn't gotten to say goodbye to Georgia, or-or work up the courage to tell Connecticut that she liked him. And she still hadn't gotten back at Massachusetts after he ate her last piece of cake! Chocolate fudge cake at that! With this really amazing frosting and chocolate chips and-

And you what little Virginia just realized? There was chocolate in Heaven, so yeah, she's good now.

"Virginia!" Her head snapped towards the car that was now parked right next to her on the road. "What the hell are you doing out here? Shouldn't you be at Freddy's already?" That stupid, annoying, incredibly loud, womanizing… SWEETHEART! Oh, Ginny could just kiss him right now.

But she won't because that would be weird.

"Louisiana!" She shouted, raising her arms above her head in a sign of victory very similar to her father. "You would not believe how happy I am to see you here! You see, my car broke down awhile ago and I've been standing here for, like, ever and then I saw you coming towards me, but I didn't know it was you and I thought I was going to die! And then-"

"Wow, that is an amazing story Ginny, now, get in so we can head to Freddy's place and get everything else straightened out." Guillaume was completely overwhelmed by the barrage of words that just came out of Virginia's mouth. Yes, the Cajun man could be very eccentric himself sometimes but what the redhead just managed to do in one breathe was… he didn't even know a word for it. But to do something of the sort, Ginny had to be either very stressed or very nervous, and, at the time, she looked to be a lot of both. He just hoped that he could manage to calm her down before they got to Alabama's house.

Waiting until she got in to restart the car, Louisiana spotted the other state's defenseless car like a sitting duck on the side of the road. "Hey, Gins, what about your car?" He asked, looking at the now seatbelt secured passenger.

"Hm?" She looked out the opposite window with a questioning hum, before turning back and relaxing against the seat, "Oh, don't worry about it, it's been in worse places longer."

Since there was really no was for the blonde to argue with that, he just agreed and began the drive to what he assumed would be a crime scene.

"What are you guys going to do?" Asked a still somewhat shocked looking Nevada at the scene that he had happened- fallen- in on… and he'll admit that he was still disappointed that there was no card game going on.

Freddy ran a hand through his short blonde hair, a sighed huffed came off his lips, "I don't know, but it really isn't my fault that he attacked me." His hand went from his hair to his neck, seeming to just need to be fiddling with something while he was processing what was happening. You think that he would have done that by now, but apparently there was a lot to take in.

"Hello, still here, and I would greatly appreciate if you didn't talk about me like I wasn't," Oh, yeah, had Carson mentioned the snobby British dude making his butt at home to the chair he was currently tied to? No? Well, now you know. Did he also forget to say that the guy was annoying as hell? Again, you are now informed.

Tennessee groaned- she seemed to be taking charge of the situation quite well if he did say so himself- pinching the bridge of her nose in thinly veiled exasperation. Ah, who was he kidding? It wasn't veiled at all. "You," she snapped, pointing at the Brit, "Shut up, you're annoying everyone." The poor guy seemed genuinely injured by the remark, but Tennessee paid no mind to him, just continued on with what she was doing. "Freddy," he looked up, brown puppy dog eyes wide with worry and guilt as he did, "Tell us exactly what happened."

The blonde took a deep breathe, seeming to strength himself before starting, "W-well, I was getting ready for everyone to come over like usual, cleaning and all that, when I heard a knock on the door. I figured it was just Virginia or someone showing up early to help out, but when I opened it this guy," he nodded his head towards the dark haired man in the chair, "Jumps at me. I just barely managed to get away and grab the phone, why I thought to call Louisiana nobody knows, but I did. Before I could tell him entirely what was happening the guy finds me, nearly busts down my door screaming something about 'Birmingham' and tries to take me out.

"Thankfully, I've done a lot of wrestling in my life and got the guy off me and down long enough to tie him up. By then most of you guys were showing up and you know the rest," the Brit was strangely quiet as Freddy finished telling him what he knew, almost, like, he was biting his tongue for some reason. Which made Nevada even that much more curious about him, because, seriously, the guy was kind of cool. To him, at least, the others didn't look as amused.

"So… who are you, anyway?" Nevada ended up being the one to ask when the silence had grown to long and uncomfortable for him to deal with. Having lived most of his life with the Corner states, the dark haired man found himself used to more of a loud setting than a quiet one. Well, the silence was half of his reason, the other half was because Tennessee looked about ready to kill someone, and none of them wanted that to happen, for the most part, anyway.

The Brit seemed to mull the question over in his head for a few seconds- which was weird, really, because it was a rather simple question, not one that required a lot of thinking about beforehand- then answered with a simple, "My name is Benton."

Though, he did end up answering the question they had asked, it just brought up more and more questions in their minds, well, except for maybe Florida and that was only because she was too busy staring creepily at Georgia to actually process the entire situation. Some the questions were:

'Why didn't he tell us his last name?' Tennessee.

'I wonder if dad would yell at me for 'barrowing' Sami's guns, again?' Texas.

'Are we allowed to just air-ship this guy back to Britain or is that illegal?' North Carolina.

'I don't know about air-shipping, but I got a huge ass garden in my back yard, you know, just in case Georgia loses her temper?' South Carolina.

'You know I can hear both you bastards, right?' Georgia.

'Why do these things always happen to my family?' Alabama- during a really epic face-palm.

"I'm curious, is there a reason that you all are just staring into space like there isn't some guy tied to a chair in the middle of the room?" A real time voice asked, watching curiously as all his Southern siblings swiveled their heads to stare at him instead of empty space. All Louisiana can say is that those ten stares/glares/stalker looks sent weird chills down his spine and he was almost glad when a certain spazzy, redhead came bowling over him, knocking him flat on his face in the process but removing him from center attention nonetheless. So for that he took the bruise he would be sporting for the next week or so, especially when he saw the look on his sister's face as her best friend tackle hugged her.

Georgia barely managed to stay on her feet with the extra weight suddenly right on top of her, "Ginny! Where the hell were you?" The black haired woman growled viciously, as if promising death if not given the correct answer, which was pretty much true in this case.

Soft green eyes began to tear, as a bottom lips trembles like a leaf in the wind, "I was so scared. My car broke down, and then no one would pick me up, and then no other cars drove by, and when one did I thought that they were going to try and kill me or something!" She shouted the last part, still semi hysterical about the whole incident, "But it was just Guilly so we're good here."

All looked to 'Guilly' for an explanation, but hell if he knew anymore than they did on the subject of Virginia's lost sanity. Then he realized something, "You guys never answered me! Why is there a guy tied to a-"

"Oh, that's just bloody great…" muttered the captive darkly, a dark green gaze trained on Louisiana through dark black bangs, "You're bloody French aren't you?" Benton was spitting at this point, looking like he would jump the French accented state if he had not been contained. "Last time I saw that frog face, he was too busy flirting with me to go to that lame meeting of-" Benton's eyes widened with disbelief, teeth snapping together like a sprung trap, the 'click' loud in the deafening silence that was enveloping the states and their captive.

Slowly, quietly, each barely daring to take a breathe as they did so, they froze in what they were doing and turned to face the man, curious eyes all around, even Florida had managed to catch on to the implications. "So you know my papa?" Louisiana and Alabama asked simultaneously, both gaping like fish out of water.

Swearing that could compare to an experienced sailor was their answer, dark black hair allowed to fall lower in an attempt to hide those startling green eyes and the frustrated blush quickly growing along high cheek bones. "N-no, of course not! Why would I know either of your fathers? I barely know my own, I don't care much for them, you see." He growled, denial evident in every word and the states were their father's children for a reason, because for every crazy and wild thing that they could do or say, they still contained a stubborn streak a mile wide.

"Well, who's your father then?" Mississippi snapped up the opportunity to ask the question before any of the others could, finally able to get his two cents in. "Not France…" he trailed off, a tickling in the back of his mind, the answer right on the tip of his tongue, at the edge but not quite ready to jump…

And then, it clicked, "You're English aren't you?"

Alabama was right along with his brother in train of thought, "Not just English, though, you're the Distract of Birmingham, right? That's why you were so mad about my city's name," the Southern state looked pretty proud that he had managed to get all that from what was going on.

The black haired Brit gritted his teeth in anger, not wanting to admit to such a thing… but doing so regardless, "Yes," he sighed a tiresome sigh, "I am Benton Kirkland, Distract of Birmingham, wish I could say that it has been a pleasure to meet you...but it hasn't." And the man just... disappeared. Leaving each and every one of the states that were there that night to wonder, what actually happened?

The night may not have been one that was thought about too often, but it was certainly one that was never forgotten.

So... whatcha guys think about the ending to this little trilogy? Awesome, shocking, surprising, disappointing? Anything?

I'll tell you right now that this was an idea spinning in my head for quite some time before this, but I finally found a reason to put in my little Birmingham- I know that he isn't a key player in England, I found the districts on wikipedia and stupidly trusted them to be right, but I couldn't just get rid of him...

So, yeah, that happened and if I do anything more with England it will be with his counties, not districts.

Well, thanks for reading! TILL THE NEXT CHAPTER WHICH WILL MOST DEFINITELY HAVE MICHIGAN BUT MAYBE SOME OHIO AND SCARY DAKOTAS AS WELL!