Romano was almost too annoyed for words at the moment.

Almost.

He wanted to kick and scream and shout to the world everything that has just happened to him, but no. He had to be quiet and calm since they were on an American airplane. Knowing America, he'd probably be suspected of being a terrorist or something if he freaked out on the plane. All he knew for sure was that he's stranded in a foreign country until America returned. He could barely describe what was happening; secret personifications were unheard of. Didn't they meet Spain, England, or France when they controlled most of the land? He stole a side-glance at Spain, who obviously seemed to know something. When he chose to team up with Louisiana, he stared at that map with purpose. Also when they collected the ticket from New York, the state looked a bit uneasy at Spain. What did they know that he didn't?

"Your flight will be landing in a few minutes," said the speaker on the plane.

Spain stared out the window gleefully, "I can't wait to get outside, I bet it'll be so warm!"

Romano huffed, then hesitated to nudge his arm, "Hey, Bastard. Why did you choose Louisiana? It would have been easier to stay with New York since we would've rode in a car instead of a plane."

Spain let out a soft laugh, "I thought it would be fitting for France and England to meet the New England states since they were so involved with America's war. I wonder how everybody else is doing..."

Romano narrowed his eyes, unsatisfied with the Spaniard's answer. He ignored his ramblings, he didn't care if he changed the topic for now, but he would eventually force Spain to speak his mind. He packed up everything he took out of his backpack to ease his boredom; his iPod, a book, some snacks, and a pamphlet he picked up at the airport. He had to admit that Texas had some nice scenery, but he didn't want anything to do with the personification. All he knew about the state was that it's packed with country hicks that wear cowboy hats and dance in a rodeo or something like that. Frankly, that's all he wanted to know. He didn't know anything about Louisiana, which he probably should have grabbed a pamphlet for since he was meeting her first. He forgot every other state they'd be meeting, but he didn't want to meet any of them. Any type of personification that could overpower that burger loving idiot wasn't a personification he'd want to communicate with, let alone fly around a country with.

Yet here Romano was... why was he here again? He should have left, but no, Italy and Spain just decided to drop everything and join the train of hysteria these damn states have created. He didn't trust them, with good reason. He didn't know why, but in some way Romano felt that he was doing exactly what the states wanted. England said the leader didn't expect them, but he wasn't too sure. It seemed queer that all of them just happened to find New York on the same day America was kidnapped. Was it really too hard to predict that they would rush to New York's apartment? Then again, it was a coincidence that England talked to America through phone when this happened, which led them to rush to his apartment. Whether it was coincidence of not, they were gathering the states, and Romano could have sworn that they were throwing themselves into a trap.

"What do you think Louisiana looks like?" Spain asked after they collected their luggage. Romano always hated airports, Dallas' airport was just as busy as New York's. People were rushing everywhere, if they ran over your toe with their suitcase, they wouldn't regret it. Spain held Romano's wrist and led him to a less crowded area, which he didn't mind at all.

Romano shrugged and whipped his phone out of his pocket, "Who cares, she's a state." He typed in her phone number and pressed his phone to his ear, scanning the airport after every ring.

"Hello?"

Holy garlic bread, that had to be the worst accent he's ever heard, "Where are you? Spain and I just got off the plane."

"I've been waiting for you for two hours, I was getting a coke."

Romano rolled his eyes, "I don't care, just get over here as soon as possible, we have to get moving!"

"I'm not even that far away, I can see you from where I'm sitting."

Romano paused and glanced around the airport, a heavy-set woman around his same height approached them with a Sprite in one hand, and a suit case in the other. Her skin was dark, and her black hair was short and curly. She wore jean shorts, a black tank top, and flimsy flip-flops. Her bright red lipstick could be seen a mile away, and only one of her smoky eyes could be seen, for a white medical eye patch covered her left eye.

Spain wrapped his arms around her and cheered, "Mi amigo it's so great to see you!" She furrowed her eyebrows and awkwardly patted him on the back. Once she slowly squirmed out of his embrace, he said, "I wish I could have met you earlier."

Louisiana shrugged, "I wasn't born until the Louisiana Purchase, but it's still nice to meet you."

"What is wrong with your voice?" Romano cut in rudely. He could barely stand her accent, but he'd have to eventually get used to it since he and Spain were traveling with the Western states.

The state narrowed her eyes, "Have you ever heard of Cajun? We may speak a bit differently, but we know how to be polite, unlike you."

Romano's lip curled, but the look Spain gave him told that he agreed with her. Romano decided to hold back, for now. "So where is this Texas state?"

Louisiana glanced at a leather watch strapped around her wrist, "At this time, his shift at Texas Roadhouse ends in an hour, so we can pick him up and drag him back to the airport just in time for our next flight."

"So Texas is a man?" Spain asked while bouncing on his heels.

"What the inferno is Texas Roadhouse?" Romano asked, ignoring Spain for now. No matter what he asked Spain, he wasn't going to receive a clear answer. Besides, he was going to learn about the state in less than an hour, for once he was fine with being patient.

The state gave him an amused smiled, "It's a restaurant, he's a waiter."

"Can he serve me some food? I'm going to die if I don't have something to eat soon," He refused to eat the cheap peanuts they tried to give him on the plane. Since Italy's getting to the house before him, Romano hoped his brother would wise up for a moment to claim the kitchen for Italian food only. He hated foreign food with a burning passion in his soul.

Louisiana laughed, "I've heard a lot about you, Romano, and I know for a fact that you couldn't go twenty minutes without bashing on the place, you don't want to eat there."

The said Italian flared when she said that, "Who are you to make assumptions about me? From what I got from you states, you're vicious killers."

"That's not true!" She said hotly, she crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes, "Tell you what, you prove me wrong and I'll prove you wrong. An easy deal, all you have to do is stay in a restaurant for more than twenty minutes, and all I have to do is bring you to America's house safely without killing you, right?"

Romano rolled his eyes, but he wanted to prove her wrong, and god help him he wanted to make it across the country without getting slaughtered, "Fine, but if you break yours then I'm haunting you in the afterlife."

"So we're going to Texas now?" Spain said with an eager smile.

Louisiana started typing on her phone, Romano stood on his toes to read over her shoulder, NY, met the 2, heading to TX now. "Yup, let's go get your luggage and then find a taxi!" She walked ahead of then and glanced back at Romano with a coy smirk, "Remember, twenty minutes."

Romano waved his hand dismissively, "It'll be the easiest twenty minutes of my life."

XXX

"THOSE GIRLS GIRLS GIRLS GONE WILD!"

"Mio dio," Romano grumbled as he slammed the taxi's door shut. They were on the very outskirts of the ginormous parking lot, and he could hear the country music blaring clearly. He stared down the long wooden steak house, it was loud, bright, and it's logo had the shape of Texas wearing a gallon hat. He had a feeling that this would be the second most annoyance restaurant he's ever been to, the first being Germany's café.

"Is that a complaint I hear?" Louisiana asked mockingly. "I have to admit that I was at least expecting you to last until you saw the inside."

He sent the state a glare, "Sorry, I didn't know that you Americans knew Italian with your piss poor education."

"Oh-ho-ho, you're lucky you're only talking to me. I'd keep your mouth shut once we reach the house if I were you, the Isolationists can get violent against that attitude."

"The what? You know, you're not doing a very good job at convincing me I won't die in the near future." Spain laughed and ruffled Romano's hair, earning a growl from him.

"I'll convince you eventually, first you've got to hold up your part. Now come on, you said you were hungry, right?" She gestured to the restaurant like she was presenting a prize.

Romano's stomach growled and he reluctantly followed Louisiana and Spain across the parking lot. This so-called food better be good, he could already feel a headache forming from the blaring country music. A couple waiting by the entrance held the door for them, which Louisiana gladly thanked them for. Romano collided with the aroma of steak, and there was no blocking out the music now. There was a crowd of people in his way and he wasn't very happy about it. The inside was... exactly what he was expecting. Almost everything was made out of wood, from the walls to the floors to the booths and tables. Pictures of country artists were hung everywhere, and a plastic cactus was placed on every open space there was. A ginormous barrel of peanuts was on his right, along with a packed sitting area for customers. A couple of workers had to work the desk in the front, because they were so busy. Louisiana cut in line and approached a blonde worker. She was writing with one hand, and holding a phone with the other.

She glanced up at the state when she spoke, "Is Austin here?" Wow what a creative name that Texas came up with, Romano thought instantly. Without saying a word, the employee pointed a pen over her shoulder, "Thanks!" She started walking in that direction, he and Spain followed, trying to take in every detail of the odd steak house.

For some reason, nobody was getting served. Instead, all the servers were standing in a line and dancing to a country song, "What are they doing?" Romano dared to ask.

Louisiana watched them with a laugh, "When certain songs come on, they form a line dance."

Spain giggled, "So are you telling me that Texas is dancing now?"

"Probably," Louisiana scanned the dancing servers as she led them around the bar area. Romano tried to follow her the best he could without tripping over anyone's feet. The country music pierced his ears, and the clapping in the restaurant didn't make it any better. Spain was practically skipping in front of him, causing a growl to pass his lips. The last thing Romano enjoyed was being left in the dark, that included secret personifications and whatever was making Spain so giddy.

He wasn't left in the dark for long, however. At the end of the line dance, a worker was dancing fairly close to the bar. He was one of the few men who were dancing, and his dark brown hair was just long enough to cover his left eye. Romano narrowed his eyes, if he didn't know any better he would've guessed that it was Mexico who worked there. He had the same build, skin tone, and facial features, excluding his eye. Louisiana must have missed him, because she walked ahead, ready to check the front once again, so Romano took it upon himself to greet the state.

He turned on his heel and started walking towards Texas, but Spain was far ahead of him. The Spanish nation surged forward and shouted, "HERMANO PEQUEÑO!"

Romano stopped and looked over at him in shock. There was no way that Spain could know this state, let along call him his brother! There had to be another explanation, yet no matter how fast his mind was running, he couldn't think of any excuse.

Texas looked just as shocked to hear Spain's call, he jolted out of the line dance and slammed his hand on his heart, as if it were beating too fast. He stared around the restaurant with bulging eyes, and gasped when they landed on Spain. "Españ-" the state backed into the bar, and brought two plates full of food down with him as he tried to catch himself. The song ended just in time for everyone to hear that plates clatter on the hard floor. The workers glanced over at him with surprise, Texas was now crouched on the floor, picking cheese and bacon out of his hair. One worker grabbed a broom and dust pan, while the other helped him up. "I think I need a break," He muttered to them, refusing to break eye contact with Spain.

Louisiana pushed herself past Romano to approach the state, she must have heard the commotion. She grabbed his hand and pressed her mouth close enough to his ear to softly brush her lipstick against his earlobe. He didn't know what she said to him then, but later he learned the infamous phrase they'd be repeating several times that night: They know about us.

Texas' eyes widened even more, which Romano didn't think was possible. His eyes danced from Louisiana to Romano and Spain, then stayed on the back wall until Spain spoke up with a hard tone, "So you are alive." Romano's eyes burned into Spain's face, but the Spaniard was far too focused on Texas, his gaze was oddly serious.

Texas winced, but eventually gave him a swift nod, "Hello Spain, it's been a long time."

Romano furrowed his eyebrows, "Is anybody going to explain to me what the fuck's going on?"

"Keep your voice down," Louisiana muttered. "We don't want anyone else to hear this natural disaster."

"Like anyone can hear over this music!" He shouted in response.

Texas sighed, then released his hand from Louisiana's, "Let's go outside." Romano glared as the state turned his back to him and started walking. On the way out, he tried to make eye contact with Spain, but he refused to look in his direction, keeping his gaze firmly ahead.

Once they were outside and the humid air smelling of garbage consumed his sense of smell, Romano charged towards the state. His fists snatched Texas' collar and threw his back against the building. Texas grunted and glued his eyes to him, his expression nothing but shock. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU AND HOW DO YOU AND SPAIN KNOW EACH OTHER!?"

Panic swirled in the state's oddball eyes, he opened his mouth, but only stammers and broken sentences came out. Romano's icy actions were cut off when Spain gently placed his hand on his shoulder. "That's enough, Romano."

The Italian stepped away from the state, causing him to sigh from relief, and Spain to tense up when he directed his anger at him. "Enough!?" He spat, "How about I call it a day once you give me some damn answers!"

Spain's calm expression gave away to a pained smile, "We knew each other before. I raised him as I did with Mexico before I lost them both. Then when Mexico became independent, Texas broke away from him, it was sad to see, they were close brothers once." Texas looked away, provoking a frown from the Spaniard. "It wasn't until you began talking to America did I expect your death... but you're alive." Spain turned to Texas, wiping away a tear that Romano hadn't noticed before. "I'm glad that you're alive."

Texas dismissively picked at a hole in his apron, "I didn't count on meeting you again, España." His voice exposed nothing but indifference.

"Wait, so he was one of the territories that you colonized?" Romano snarled, and for once he wasn't sure why he was so irritated.

Spain nodded, and took a step towards the state, "Why? Why didn't you ever tell me that you were alive this whole time? Does any other nation know? Does Mexico know?"

Texas bit his lip, "No, I never told anybody, only America and the other states know. I faked my death the moment America told me that I was part of the union, so that no nation would be suspicious of me being alive after becoming a state. I'm not allowed to let a nation know that I'm alive. You have to keep this quiet, I won't let you to tell him."

Spain's soft hands turned into fists, "Why not? It doesn't matter that you weren't allowed! You couldn't break a rule for more than an entire century!? Mexico was heart-broken after he heard that you died, even after fighting you for so long! Doesn't that mean anything to you?" His glossy eyes burned with passion. Romano always loved his passion, and seeing him turn it on negative feelings only made Romano hate these states more.

The country music was no more than a sloshing murmuring from the restaurant, Texas took off his apron and held it in his hand stiffly, "I'll be back. Louisiana, when I return, I hope that you'll explain what happened and why they know about us." He opened the back door, and let the music make a hasty escape before shutting it behind him.

"Texas!" Spain called after him, "ANSWER ME!" Romano hasn't heard that much anger in his voice in so long, he almost forgot that Spain could get angry.

Louisiana watched them with a cautious gaze, "He's not going to open up to you like that. Remember, he doesn't know anything yet, so you have to give him some time and space. Texas is strange, more strange than most of us. Let him handle this his own way while being his annoying self, instead of slamming him into a wall and interrogating him."

Spain looked after the door and shook his head, "I just don't understand..."

Romano groaned, "Just drop me off at Rome already."

Louisiana responded with an ugly laugh, "Sorry, but I don't think that's happening any time soon. I'm guessing that Texas will want to leave right after he finishes up here, and then we have seven other states that we have to shock. It's too bad that we don't have enough time to eat anything, but at least you'll have plenty of opportunities to enjoy our food at the house. By the way, it turns out that we were here for more than twenty minutes, so congrats, you'll be getting no murder attempts from me!"

Romano rolled his eyes, "I was hoping not." He glanced at Spain, who kept his eyes glued to the floor, "Hey Bastard, you ready to go?" He was starting to get concerned for the nation, not that he'd ever admit that.

Spain looked up at him, but instead of the defeated expression he was expecting, his green eyes were sparkling with a new kind of determination. He shined his pearly teeth at Romano with a cheerful smile, "Si."

Romano raised an eyebrow, "And what has you so dumbly happy?"

Spain laughed, "Texas is alive, that's all that should matter. I still have a while to convince him to talk to Mexico!"

"Ha!" Louisiana barked, "Not that much can bring you down, but I think that'll be harder than you think. Us states have a tendency to start a riot every time anything similar to that topic is brought up."

Spain's heart-felt smirk over-powered her doubtfulness, "But everything's changing, isn't it? I don't know much about you states, but I can tell that this is a first for everybody. If the states were never discovered before by any other nation, then do you really think that everything will return to normal once it's all over?"

Louisiana paused, shocked at his words, then she sighed and glanced towards the door that Texas walked through. "No, you're right." She slumped her shoulders and closed her eyes, "It's all going to change."

XXX

"Deep fry your conspiracies, it's time to meet New Mexico!" Texas exclaimed loudly. Romano was really getting annoyed by his voice, he was just as bad as America when it came to his volume. However, Texas' accent was far worse, Romano would rather listen to more country music than listen to that Texan accent. He had a feeling that he would be facing nothing other than horrible accents.

"What conspiracies?" Romano asked.

Louisiana rolled her eyes, "It's nothing. Ever since the nuclear bomb, everyone has been convinced that New Mexico is deeply involved in all conspiracies. It's almost as bad as Nevada's Area 51. In reality, she's the biggest brains throughout the states. She's a genius, and not many of us are smarter than she is when it comes to science."

"Oh come on!" Texas burst out, "Are you telling me that you don't believe any of them? All I know is that no matter what, she always has that scientist or engineer aura with her, New Mexico's natural habitat is a lab. Also she's way too logical to not be involved in any conspiracies."

The state shook her head in response, "Don't listen to him, he doesn't know what he's talking about."

Romano narrowed his eyes, "Would betraying America and shooting him be counted as a conspiracy?"

For once, Texas shut his big mouth to think before he talked, "Well I guess she can't be accounted for all conspiracies," He muttered.

Spain laughed, "Even after all this time you never fail to say something funny!" Texas stared forward instead of responding to him, Romano noticed that when Spain brought up their shared past, Texas ignored every word. Instead of acting discouraged, Spain looked forward with him, "so should we go in?"

"Duh," Romano said with a roll of his eyes, "We didn't come here to stand around."

Him, Spain, and the states stood in front of an adequate Spanish-styled house that held two floors. At the corner of two streets, the house stood with narrow columns on each side of the front door, and large windows gave the house a comfortable look. The small front yard was mostly dead grass with patches of green, and the driveway was a light stone. A large tree grew at the corner, it's roots intertwining with the sidewalk's cracks. A white pickup truck was parked to block the single garage, and lining the back yard was an old wooden fence. Romano rolled his suitcase down the surprisingly smooth pavement, and called back at them with a bark, "Well?"

Texas muttered under his breath while Louisiana confidently strode ahead of him, "On the bright side this can't become worse than you two meeting Texas." Spain chuckled and followed her.

Texas pushed ahead of them to bang on the door with a fist, "NEW MEX, STOP MAKING SOME SECRET INVENTION AND OPEN YOUR DOOR!"

"Calm down, Texas," a woman's voice called with an aggravated tone, "I'm just in the living room." The door was pulled open and there New Mexico stood. She was tall, and Romano could see her muscle, he wouldn't be surprised if a six pack hid beneath her blue button down shirt. She had an olive complexion, and her thick brown hair didn't make it to her shoulders. Her nose was narrow and her lips were thin, making her bulging eyes her largest facial feature. One eye was a light sand color, while her other was dark blue with a white star acting as a pupil.

"Well, are you letting us in or not?" Romano asked.

New Mexico whipped her gaze from Texas to him, then paused. Romano tried to look threatening, but he found himself wanting to back away as her calculated gaze scanned over him. He crossed his arms defensively and tapped his foot, "Fine." She left the door open and walked from of his sight into her house.

"Fine? That's all you got?" Texas asked. "Honestly, I'm pretty disappointed by your reaction, I was expecting something much more entertaining." He stepped into the state's house with everyone on his heels.

New Mexico glanced over her shoulder, "Should I apologize? I'm sorry that my reaction wasn't as eventful as yours probably was. Especially with Spain and Romano being the nations to find us. So tell me," she brought her composed stare to Romano and Spain, "you two were just in New York yesterday last that I heard, what brings you here?"

A sudden jolt of anger ripped through Romano, "I'll tell you what brings us here! You and your friends have been in hiding for who even knows how long, and then you just pop out of nowhere and shoot America. Let me just say now that I couldn't care less about this all, but Italy and this bastard over here dragged me into your mess. So we all head over to America's apartment to find some maniac running around and jumping out of windows, but it turns out that he's one of you! We were divided into pairs, and I had no choice but to go to this hell hole and collect you or something like that in a shitty attempt to catch this murderer. So now you know!"

New Mexico remained silent throughout his ranting, and non-verbally expressed her confusion more and more with every new sentence. Once he was finished, she furrowed her eyebrows and stared at the two states, waiting for them to contradict anything he said. Once the silence carried on for a minute, she sighed and spoke, "I know a liar when I see one, and there's no way that he had enough information to make that up. Would you care to intrude with further explanation?"

Texas immediately shook his head, "Nah-ah! No way are we letting those two in on all of this, they can be the dumb side characters that helps us get America back, not anything else."

New Mexico took a step forward to give him a challenging look, "Oh? So if Romano's right about what happened, then I'm going to assume that every state is eventually getting involved, are you really going to convince them not to expose anything, especially the internationalists? I believe it would be less painful and time consuming if you didn't have to explain everything word by word. I don't know the exact situation we're in, but I do believe that if we have a star, then we should use it when necessary."

Romano had no idea what she was talking about, but her tone gave him the impression to side with her. He wasn't too sure about travelling with a state that was so persuasive. Texas huffed, "I'm not going to admit that you're right, so I want nothing to do with this."

She nodded in response, "I expected such from you, Louisiana, will you do the honor?"

Louisiana looked around, "What needs to be unplugged?"

"Nothing," New Mexico smirked, "I have a theory that if we share at a closer range, then we can reduce it's effect on the atmosphere around us."

Spain tilted his head in confusion, "What exactly are you trying to do, and what do you mean by share?"

Louisiana smiled and gave him an ensured look, "Don't worry, you'll find out!" Texas crossed his arms uncomfortably.

New Mexico and Louisiana stood directly across from each other, and matched gazes. They each took a step forward until they were nearly touching noses. Then Romano noticed that something changed. He couldn't describe what happened in any way that would make sense to someone not in his shoes at the moment. Their eyes started to light up, as a phone would when connected to a charger. There was a small string of light that shot diagonally from one star to another, then it was gone, like a high-speed train shooting from one tunnel to another. Romano blinked once, then the two states stepped away and blinked rapidly.

"Well, I honestly can't say that I saw this coming," New Mexico finally murmured, resting her finger on her lip. For a moment, Romano could see satisfaction fill her gaze, but it was once again filled with a deep hunger for more knowledge, "But who would be the ones to join an alliance like this?"

Romano gawked, "Are you fucking kidding me? Somebody explain to me what the crapola's going on right now! How do you suddenly know what happened, and what was up with that light?"

New Mexico abruptly turned from them to rush to a laptop sitting on the coffee table, it was still on, but the screen went to sleep, "There's no time to answer your questions now, we have a whole plane ride to do that. Right now I have to pack and start an analysis of every state's possible motive." She impetuously picked up her laptop and started typing while walking towards a nearby closet. She whipped open the door, and snagged a pair of black shoes before firmly shutting the closet. She slipped them on with one hand while the other was attached to her electronic, "If they're this prepared so that they don't fall apart even when nations are involved, then they must have planned this for a long time. Their leader must be smart too, appearing to be reckless by shooting America, yet very careful as to have nobody show signs that this was being planned. This leader obviously did a good job choosing the allies, but who are they? That's the question."

Texas rolled his eyes, "Glad to know that you already have some theories, but like you said, we don't have much time. So quit yapping and pack already so that we can leave."

She placed her laptop in a large black case stuffed with paper, "Done. Are we ready to go?"

Spain laughed, "You're not bringing any clothes?"

"No, I have clothes at the house, all I need to bring is the primary of my research that I have here. I already have it packed for when I ever have to move fast, but most of it is in documents kept at the house, so I don't need to bring much." She grabbed a pair of keys and stared at Louisiana, "They're not getting away with this."

"And what makes you think that?" She asked.

New Mexico laughed as if only she understood a funny joke, "Because my theory worked, nothing broke! All we had to do was stand closer and we lessened the impact!"

"What does that have to do with anything?" Texas asked narrowing his eyes.

"I'm not sure yet, the idea's still brewing, but I'll find a way to make this information useful after I complete my analysis on every state. Do you prefer Alphabetical, Regional, or acceptance into the union as the order?"

Romano jumped when her ambitious eyes waited for him to answer, "Ummm, whatever way's easier, I guess?"

Placing her finger on her lip, she hummed in thought, "Well, after we reach the house, region will no longer be too relevant, alphabetical isn't too helpful, just more orderly. Acceptance into the union works much easier based on the layout of the house, so we'll go with that!"

Romano raised an eyebrow at Spain, who just shrugged with a dumbfounded smile on his lips. He had no idea how he was always stuck with the crazy ones. At first he thought that Louisiana was odd, but she's the most normal out of all of them so far. She didn't jump out of a window, meet a nation before, or do whatever New Mexico's trying to do, so she wasn't half bad. Romano just wanted to get out of this whole situation in one piece, but that would mean leaving behind Italy and Spain, and he does not want those bastards in this situation any longer either.

The only form of logic that he could come across at that moment was that if every state was as complex as the states he's met already, he wasn't nearly as sure as he thought he would be when it comes to picking out suspects.

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Author's Note: I jinxed it, I jinxed it real bad. At this pace I'll update soon YEAH RIGHT. I'm really sorry! Senior year has been a little more chaotic than any other school year by a landslide. I've been narrowing down my college choices, and trying to improve my grades (btw I have 3 projects due by next week, should I be working on this chapter? Probably not, but whatever.) I almost killed three people in wood tech, and I can write you all an entire novel on everything I've done in public speaking. Enough with the excuses, I've got news. So I've been rereading the reviews lately and I finally got around to fixing the horrid mistake I made in chapter 3, because they don't in fact drive on the left side of the road in Italy. You can all slow clap now, after researching all 50 states, I was too lazy to look up what side of the road they drive on in Italy, which should be common knowledge.

And there you have it! You just met the infamous Texas that almost everybody suspects of being the mastermind behind all of this, seriously you people love to suspect Texas. You also met Louisiana and New Mexico, what an interesting trio we have. So what do you think of Romano's POV? What about Texas and Spain's relationship? Just warning you now that things are going to get very complicated between those three, please don't assume that I'm talking about a love triangle because I'm not.

Also next chapter we're going to see more of the Isolationists V.S. Internationalists problem throughout the states. So out of the three states you've met this chapter, what side do you think they're on? Also extra points to you if you can figure who's on which side for the New England states and Southern states. So until next chapter! I'll try my very very best to update within a month, let's hope I don't jinx it!