Title: We Don't Like To Share

Summary: America has never told anyone that his states were personified as humans, and that was his first mistake. After America comes home from a UN meeting depressed, the Northeastern states all decide that the rest of the world doesn't deserve their adopted father, and convince the rest of the states to join in on their plan to make sure the other nations don't get too close. America doesn't know, and the rest of the world are not amused.

Warnings: Slightly possessive!States, mature!America (not necessarily a bad thing), stereotypes, a bit dark, celebrity bashing, Nation bashing, just a lot of bashing in general, swearing, implied relationships (like, Ameripan, Frus, and UsUk), implied yaoi (duh), unbeta'd.

Implied pairings: UsUk, FrUs, AmeriPan, Germerica (or whatever the ship name for AmericaxGermany is), Romerica (kya~ I love this pairing!), RusAme, PruAme, AmeIta, AmeChin (or whatever the name for AmericaxChina is), AmeCan, and plenty more, maybe.

Genres: Humor, family, friendship, hurt/comfort kinda, drama, angst, um...that's all I guess.

Disclaimer: I don't own Axis Powers Hetalia, sadly.

Chapter 1. The Mask Slips Little By Little

It was Pennsylvania who first noticed it. How couldn't she? It was written all over his handsome face. She knew she shouldn't pry, but it was hard not to. She hated seeing the look on his face when he thought no one was looking. America was a facade of supressed emotion, and you'd have to know him really well to see when his mask slipped. It was a good thing Penny knew him really well.

The States had a family bonding day five times a year. One for the northeastern states, one for the south states, another for the midwestern, etc., and one for all fifty states. The States cherished their time with Alfred, so when Penny started to notice a change in their adopted father, they paid extra attention to him.

They were not happy with what they found.

"I'm really sorry," Alfred said, his fingers absent-mindedly running through California's light blonde hair. Cali loved the feeling of his fingers in her hair, but wished that he paid more attention to her. It was the western State's turn to bond by playing games in the parlor, but America had recieved a call in the middle of it.

"Go fish," Washington murmured to his siblings. Well, his half-siblings.

Cali blinked her light blue eyes. "I thought we were playing blackjack?"

"Blackjack?" Nevada snorted. "Your head must be screwed on backwords, Cal. We were most definitely playing strip poker."

"That explains why you're wearing nothing but boxers," Arizona remarked, setting down her cards. Nevada shrugged, not having any modesty since his first casino was built, in 1941.

"Nevvie, please!" Idaho cried, covering Hawaii's dark red eyes. "Not in front of the children!"

"Hey, since when was I a child?" Hawaii scowled, but the effect was ruined on her adorable face. She just looked cuter than ever.

"Well, you are the youngest," Montana said, french braiding her chocolate brown hair. "If you consider when you became an official state and all determining how old you are in state years."

"What about Alaska?" Hawaii argued. "He's also tecnically one of the youngest too*!"

"Leave me out of this," the quiet state said. He was curled up with a pillow in the corner, eyes closed. He was still jet lagged from the trip.

"Yeah, let's let the state sleep," New Mexico smirked. "Who knows the next time he'll get out of that crappy winter wonderland and enjoy some sun."

"Escuse me?" Colorado scoffed. "What's wrong with winter wonderlands?"

"Nothing if you want to freeze your ass off."

"Why you-"

"Boys," Ari warned. "No fighting."

California ignored them all as she felt the hand in her hair stop.

"I know but-... Don't worry, I promise- yes, I know I said that last time- that's not fair!"

At this point, all the other states grew silent. They stared at America, who was too flustered from talking on the phone to notice them. A heavy sinking feeling dropped in each of their stomachs. This must've been what Penny was talking about. Even Alaska opened a violet eye.

"Y-yeah, I know," America sighed, "and I promise I will...I know, but not today, I-..."

All thirteen western states panicked silently, dread filling them.

"Can't we reschedule- Yes, I know solving the world's problems are more important but- uh-huh, yeah, fine, I'm coming. 'Kay, Iggy, no probs, dude."

Alfred sighed, hanging up on the caller. He took off Texas and rubbed his eyes tiredly. That was it, that was what Penny saw. That was when his mask slipped, just a little bit. The one moment where America wasn't the happy lovable idiot the entire world thought he was. Instead, in it's place was a tired nation who had seen too much of the world and knew just how horrible it was.

Then he blinked and the mask was back.

"Hey, dudes and dudettes," he said, noticing how quiet the States were. "Um, I know today was supposed to be our bonding day, but...um, I have an errand to run, so I got to, well, run."

The States blinked their eyes simultaneously. If Alfred hadn't known them for a long time, he would've thought it was creepy.

"But I promise after this we will all go to Dinseyland**, if that's alright with you, Cali," Alfred promised.

California just stared at him.

"Don't look at me like that," America whined. "You'll make me feel guilty! You guys can hang with Tony if you like. I bet he'll even let you fly his spaceship!"

Not even New Mexico blinked***.

America sighed. "Look, I'm really sorry, okay? There's just some bullcrap I have to take care of with England. I really don't want to do this, but it's the only way to get the old man off my back. I'll make it up to you guys, I promise."

The States narrowed their eyes. Okay, now Alfred thought it was creepy.

"So it's England's fault..." Oregan murmured suspiciously.

America's blue eyes widened drastically. "Woah, now don't make any assumptions! It's no one's fault, 'cept my own 'cause I forgot I had work today. And anyway, I don't mind it. I barely see England nowadays."

The States exchanged looks. None of them were happy with it, but they couldn't say no to Alfred. Adopted father or not, they cared a lot about him and didn't enjoy upsetting him, especially after 1865****. They swore to themselves that they would never try to hurt him again. Although this was pushing it a little.

"Okay, fine," Arizona sighed. "We understand."

"Really?" America's face split into a wide grin.

"I guess so..." Nevada muttered.

"Awesome!" He shouted happily. "I promise I'll be back sooner than you can blink. I'll buy some burgers on the way home. Should I get McDonald's or Wendy's today..." He broke off into a murmur, already standing up from the couch.

The States sighed. Damn England, they thought angrily.

A while after that, it was the Midwestern States turn to bond, and they, and by they I mean Alfred, decided to go fishing. They were all huddled together in the small pier, each of them holding a fishing rod, despite the fact that half of them didn't know how to fish. They also blatantly ignored the fact that it was freezing outside.

"Now you have to remember," Alfred was advising them. "Only awesome heroes such as myself fish in Lake Superior."

Wisconsin smirked, gloating at the fact that America chose his state to fish in. The other states ignored him.

"It doesn't hurt that Canada is just across the border." America gave them a wry smile. "Canada, the second largest country in the world, my neighbor, best friend, and brother, and he still gets overlooked."

"To be fair," Ohio said, clutching his rod with now-frozen hands, "he is a quiet country, it's easy to get overlooked if you don't try hard to be noticed."

Alfred gave him a sly smile. "Oh, really? Well, Rhode is a quiet state, right?"

Ohio nodded. "Right."

"Would you ever forget about her?"

"Of course not," Ohio wrinkled his freckled nose in dismay. "She's our sister, you don't ever forget family."

"No matter how much you want to," Minnesota added.

"Shut it, Minny," Nebraska rolled his eyes. "You'll never want to get rid of us."

"Don't call me Minny," he snapped.

"Minny, Minny, Minny," Neb singsonged.

Minn narrowed his blue-green eyes, and with a battle cry, tackled him to the ground. Nebraska yelped in surprise. They went tumbling around, both trying to land a punch. They fell in the lake, which wasn't surprising since the pier was small. The rest of the States just ignored them.

"Don't you think you should do something about it? With Canada, I mean," Kansas asked. Alfred smiled and ruffled her wheat yellow hair. No one could ever hate Kansas. She was too sweet and nice, with an adorable accent that made the other States want to give her cookies and flowers. She was a real sweetheart...until you commented on her flat chest or made a dumb Wizard Of Oz joke, then she turned into a real devil. "Aren't you the hero?"

Alfred snorted. "Of course I'm the hero! I help save people in need-"

"Especially when they aren't in need," Missouri muttered under his breath. America just ignored him.

"-with my badass skills and heroic awesomeness! I help save people who need a hero, and Canada doesn't need a hero." Alfred smiled wistfully.

"What do you mean?" South Dakota asked.

America opened his mouth, but was interrupted when Hero by Skillet rang out through the clear cold air. The States, excluding Minnesota and Nebraska, who were still fighting in the water, all shared a glance. What many people didn't know, or they were just too oblivious to notice, was that Alfred liked to change his ringtone. A lot. One day it could be the Star Spangled Banner, the next it could be Party In The U.S.A. They all just stopped mentioning it after Alfred spent three hours explaining why music was awesome and how heroes such as himself don't have favorite songs.

"'Ello? Oh, hey Japan. What? No, I'm not at the office right no-...what? Wait, back up. No, not literally, I mean...never mind. Why now? But I have something important to do today...Oh, uh-huh...yeah, 'mkay, fine, I'm coming. Of course bro, be there in a sec."

He hanged up.

The Midwestern states sighed.

"Well," Ohio sighed. "It was fun while it lasted."

Alfred sighed. "Oh come on, it won't be that long. I'm sure whatever Japan needs me for won't take me long. Don't be mad!"

The States looked dejectedly at the pier. During the talk with Japan, Nebraska and Minnesota had stopped fighting and were swimming silently, starting at the water disappointedly.

"Aww, now come on! Please don't be mad! I'll make it up, I promise. I hate it when you guys get mad. Heroes don't make people mad. It's unheroic and lame! I don't want to be lame!"

In the middle of his rant, Alfred's glasses slid down on his nose and were now perching dangerously on the bridge of his nose. He looked so comically flustered the States didn't have the heart to stay mad. ( Although they did notice how he looked so serious and pained to have to leave them for work, and they secretly hated Japan for making him look like that.)

North Dakota snorted. "You're such a dork." She pushed his glasses up his nose, but her momentum and his initial surprise at being called a dork made him fall into the lake. The States couldn't help it. They laughed, grasping their stomachs as snorts and giggles and chortles shook their bodies. Neb and Minn took advantage of him and started dunking his head under the water. They forgot their worries for the moment, but after they couldn't help but remember the look on America's face as he apologized.

"WE HAVE AN EMERGENCY! I REPEAT, WE HAVE A HUGE EMERGENCY!"

"What?" Arkansas snapped at her fellow state.

"We ran outta barbeque sauce," Georgia replied calmly.

The States all blinked at each other. It was quiet except for the rustling of the grass and the howling of the neighbors dogs. The warm summer air and gentle breeze made it the perfect day to have a barbeque. Unfortunately, it seemed as if they had forgotten the sauce. Which disrupted what little peace there was in the backyard.

"What ya mean we don't have BBQ sauce?" Texas exploded, his hands raised up in the air. "How can we have a BBQ without BBQ sauce?"

"Great, now y'all got Texas all rustled up," Oklahoma groaned.

"That's your problem, you damn cowboys," Florida snorted, tying an apron around his waist. "Let's just get started with the grilling."

"Hell no!" Texas shouted. "No way in hell are we gonna start BBQ-ing without the sauce!"

"Texas-"

"I think Texas is right," Alabama interrupted. "Y'all never eaten Texas barbeque before. It's heavenly. If Texas says barbeque needs sauce, then by all means let's get 'em sauce. He makes the best steaks y'all ever seen this side of the farm."

The other States sighed. It was useless arguing with Alabama when she started talking about Texas.

"Well, okie doki, then," Alabama smiled brightly. "Let's find us some sauce."

"Fuck yeah!" Texas exclaimed, ignoring Arkansas' "Language!" as he raced into the huge plantation home they used on their bonding days. Alabama grinned fondly at his retreating figure. Oklahoma scowled at her.

"She looks as happy as a dead pig in the sunshine*****," Tennessee muttered. The other States snickered.

"Well, excuse me, I can hear y'all!" Alabama snapped, whirling around and placing her hands on her hips. "If y'all wanna go, we can go-"

"Enough!" Arkansas barked. "Let's just start barbecuing while Texas is getting-"

"Fear not, my southern ones, the hero has arrived!"

Arkansas rolled her eyes, but smiled fondly at America as he entered the backyard, carrying a plastic bag and Texas on his back. His face was hidden by Alfred's back and his cowboy hat. The States snickered at him, except for Alabama, who was already running up to Alfred with a big smile on her face.

"Alfred, you made it right on time! We were 'bout to start barbecuing!"

"Me ne'uh mwoar bar'eh'hue auce," Texas muttered, his voice muffled by Alfred's shirt.

Thankfully, Alfred was very fluent in mumble and mutter, among over languages.

"You wanted barbeque sauce? Well it's a good thing I just came from the store and bought some. You can't have an American style barbeque without barbeque sauce!" He exclaimed.

The southern states cheered.

"Now what do we have?" Alfred said, moving over to the grill with Texas still on his back.

Florida cleared his throat. The rest of the States rolled their eyes at Florida's "superiority". "Well, we have USDA approved grade A Angus beef, baby back ribs, briskets, some t-bone, sirloin, rib eye, roast beef, hot dogs, burger patties, pork chops, chicken, I think we had some salmon, and bacon."

Kentucky grinned. "Don't forget the coleslaw!"

"An' potato salad!" Tennessee added.

"You can't forget the baked beans," Georgia said.

"That's true, but you also shouldn't forget the Mac and cheese," South Carolina said.

"Ah, let's not forget the maple corn bread," Oklahoma added.

"And corn on the cob!" North Carolina exclaimed.

"I made apple pie!" Louisiana grinned proudly. She was always proud of her food.

Alfred stared at them in silence for a few seconds. "...All that... for us?"

Florida shrugged. "We were gonna make more, but we couldn't play football after if we were stuffed."

Alfred grinned impossibly wide. "Hell yeah, let's start grilling!"

About an hour later, Alfred and the States were lying on the grass, stomachs full from eating all the food. They mostly had enough energy to play a game of American football, but the warm sun and the general lazy feeling of the day made them postpone the game. On a normal day, no State in their right mind would postpone a game, but it couldn't be helped on day like today. Of course, if what all the other States said were true, then the feeling wouldn't last all day.

"Hey Mer'ca," Virginia said very lazily. "Whya think it's so damn hot all the time?"

Alfred sighed heavily. "Beats me. Why is vanilla ice cream so goddamn good?"

"Just because it is," they all said in a unison******. They said the same quote each time. America thought it was more cute than it was creepy, although some days they push it a little.

They were content with staying like that for a while, just them, the sweet smell of flowers and barbeque, the warm air, the restless wind, and the satisfaction of having Alfred there with them.

"Don't want to be an American idiot!

One nation controlled by the media!

Information age of hysteria!

It's calling out to-"

The States stared at America as he quickly pressed answer on his phone. "What?" He asked defensively. "It's catchy as hell!"

They exchanged unamused glances.

"Hello, this is the hero, Alfred speaking, how may I save you?" Alfred was quiet for a long time, his face impassive. The southern States all looked at each other worried. Alfred's fave was rarely impassive. When it was...well, to put it bluntly, shit went down. "Could you hold please?"

Alfred sighed and set the phone down on the grass, sitting up in the process. He rubbed his nose, Texas (the glasses, not the State) falling into his lap. He looked worn down, his face paler than before. The southern States took a mental picture of that look, so that they can beat up whoever made him look that way. Texas mentally reminded himself to resort his gun collection later on. Who knew when the next time he would have to use one was (although he hoped it was sooner rather than later).

"Alfie?" Oklahoma asked gently.

"Hm? Oh, yeah, sorry." He said distractedly. "There's just something I need to...check up on. I'm sorry, I guess we have to reschedule that game. I'm really sorry."

The southern States were abnormally quiet. They didn't bother saying anything. Nothing would make Alfred stay when he looked like that.

"If y'all need me, just call one of the other nations, m'kay? I promise, I'm not ditching you. We'll finish up soon, okay?"

Alfred gave them a smile, but the States could tell how hollow and empty it was.

Next time on We Don't Like To Share: Evil plans, oblivious!America, kidnapped nations, and more! Don't miss out on the next chapter, where the States create the perfect plan to make sure America won't get sad ever again! And that includes kidnapping and torture! Yay! (And they say Americans aren't batshit crazy! XD) And don't forget, the Northeastern States will finally show up!

Author-chan's notes: Well, that ended rather abruptly and angsty. I swear, the angst won't stay there for long, I promise. Anyways, the next chapter most likely won't be this long (3,400+ words, damn).I won't update frequently either because school is starting soon. This story was just to show the world how much of a manwhore Alfred is to me. I mean that in the nicest possible sense. I ship Alfred with EVERYONE! I would also love it if you can come up with cute quirks you think your state should have. Oh and sorry if I didn't include your State, there are 50 of them. I think I got most of them, though. Anyways, please comment what you think. This is my first time writing a Hetalia fanfiction. I hope you like it! (Oh, and please write what your favorite America-centric pairing is. Mine is UsUk. And Romerica. And PrusAme. And AmeCan. And Ameripan. XD)

* In case you didn't know, Hawaii became a state in August 21, 1959, and Alaska became a state in January 3rd, 1959.

** Disneyland is in California while Disneyworld is in Florida. Just an fyi for those of you who are confused.

*** Area 51 (where people think the government keeps alien spacecraft's) is found in Rockwell, New Mexico, although the State doesn't have the most UFO sightings. California does, surprisingly.

**** 1865 is when the civil war ended.

***** Translation: This phrase describes a person who's blissfully ignorant of reality.

******: Apparently, vanilla ice cream is the most popular ice cream flavor in America. Chocolate is second.