AN: Before you read this, please know that this story is technically the sequel to another story of mine called Don't Wake Daddy. You don't have to read that to understand this but you'd probably enjoy it more if you did.

Also, I'm not sure yet how often this story will be updated. But if you review or come bother me through PM or tumblr I'll update quicker.

Lastly, if you want to see your state in this fic tell me as soon as possible.
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia, just my portrayals of the states.

Still breathing heavily the shirtless America looked over his shoulder at the states. His glasses were crooked and his hair was a mess but his eyes were sharp and threatening.

The state tensed and crowded closer together. They hated it when America was mad at them. Although they really should have seen this coming. Sure they hadn't terrorized the mailman or opened fire upon visiting nations. But what they had done wasn't exactly good and now they would have to pay for it. Unless they said something to calm their nation down.

"We got carried away," one state offered. The excuse sounded empty to all of them in the room.

America obviously thought so too because he turned around and focused his icy gaze on her. Without a trace of emotion he stated one point that brought all the states hopes of survival crashing six feet below the ground. "Latvia is locked in my closet."

They were doomed.

8 hours ago

America had made two things clear about this weekend: there is no way to get out of it and they weren't going to have a minute without him there. Well, only one of those turned out to be true.

All throughout the day States had been arriving. Some coming in as late as the possibly could but no one protesting. They hadn't protested since the sixties. By now they had learned that by cooperating you could hang out with the siblings you actually like and stubbly insult/injure the ones you didn't.

America was always there to keep the peace between them. Except that this time he wasn't or at least none of the states could remember seeing him. Of course it wasn't unusual to get lost in the chaos, just ask Rhode Island, but he was America. He always stuck out. He was older, taller, and louder than most of them, although he wasn't louder than Rhode Island who could and would blow out your ears drums for suggesting she's not noticeable. None the less, their nation was nowhere to be found and it was almost lunch time. Something was wrong, she just knew it.

The doorbell rang knocking Maryland out of her thoughts. She gently marked her page in her manga and rushed to the door, knowing that if she wasn't quick enough someone would steal the job away. Since door to door salesmen had been advised to stop coming, answering the door was rarely needed but always a welcome surprise. Who knew what unsuspecting fool could be at the door. So it made perfect sense that Maryland had a manic grin stretched across her face when she flung open the big white door.

However to the kid at the door, who did not know what a treat it was to answer the door, Maryland looked frighteningly insane. It didn't help that she was dressed in a bright orange jumpsuit and her face had apparently been attacked by a black marker.

Maryland took a moment to beam at the boy. He was dressed in formal attire; white shirt, black slacks, and complete with a vest, but he still looked like a mini America minus Texas, Nantucket, and the horrified expression. "D. C.," Maryland yelled before promptly glomping him. "Did you finally become a state? Is that why Dad's not here?"

"No! Let go of me," Washington D.C., the Capital of the Home of the Free and the Land of the Brave shrieked in fear.

Maryland had managed to lift him into the air but decided to drop him like he had asked. To deter his anger brought on by his less then favorable landing she tilted her head to the side and innocently asked, "No to the question or to my actions?"

"Both," he stated rising from the porch floor and dusting himself off.

At his reply Maryland leaned forward and shook her finger in his face. "But you're here now and you know what's happening." Now giggling the state continued, "This is a State only function but you're still trying to come spend time with your beloved sisters, how sweet."

"I am not coming to spend time with you two, "D.C. Muttered while turning a bright red.

Maryland backed off and pouted at his cold tone. "Then why'd you come foolish little brother?"

Somehow managing to look professional and dignified again DC straightened his posture and replied in the most formal tone he could manage. "I have a message for the States from America."

Now Maryland had two choices. She could ask to hear the message and pass it on or she could take her innocent little brother, who tried so hard to stay away from as many States as possible, and push him into the lion's den. Honestly the trauma sounded more fun.

Maryland sprang forward and seized D.C.. Then she quickly dragged him into the house. He tried to resist. He dug his feet into the carpet. He grabbed hold of every doorway and large piece of furniture. But he didn't make a sound. If he did he feared the states would descend upon him.

"Get down here guys," Maryland shouted. "Dad sent us a message!"

D.C. felt an overwhelming need to moan or start crying as all the States began to gather around. All too soon he found himself at the center of a room being stared at. Taking a deep breath to calm himself, because if didn't the sates would smell his fear, he relayed the message.

"States, you should all now be at the house for bonding time. I know I'm supposed to be there too but my boss is making me do some things for him and I won't be back until tomorrow morning. I'm going to want to sleep in so I'm not going to tell when to go to bed but that doesn't mean there are no rules. No wars, no matter what. Seriously, I don't want certain events repeating themselves. You're not allowed to open fire on another nation. I mean it. All my love, see you tomorrow. You know what, no physical violence of any kind on anyone. "

"Are you sure that's exactly what Dad said? It didn't sound like him."

"I edited out the 'dudes,'" D.C. answered glaring at the strawberry blonde that questioned him.

"Pity, those are the best parts," South Carolina sighed while lounging across his northern twins lap.

D.C. rolled his eyes. "If that's all you have to ask me, I'm leaving."

"Wait!" D.C. reluctantly turned around to see Virginia had stood up and had one hand dramatically raise like she was could stop him with just her thoughts. Who did she think she was, Jean Gray? Thankfully Virginia couldn't read minds or he would have been mercilessly teased for that last thought.

Virginia smiled pleasantly and D.C. felt himself relaxing despite half his brain screaming that it was a trap. "Would you like to join us for dinner?"

"Hey," West Virginia shouted from across the room, "Not a state, not invited." Virginia spun around with to glare at her younger look alike. Faced with his sister almost glowing green eyes West inched back and pouted. "It's not like we even know what we're going to eat anyways."

Texas grinned. "I say we have barbecue." Instantly the temperature in the room dropped. Every time barbecue was brought into a conversation another red liquid was spilled and it wasn't ketchup.

Mocking laughter fell from South Carolina's lips. "You're not talking about that abomination you call barbecue. Are you Tex?"

"Well I'm not talking about that mess you make, South."

DC stared as three more states began to generate their own mine's-the-best-you-idiot evil auroras. "I think I'll be going now." The capital ran for his life, never once feeling guilty for leaving the states unsupervised.

If the states were going to get in trouble he wouldn't be able to be blamed for it.

Notes:

Six feet underground is the depth at which most people are buried. You can go deeper but not any less.

"They hadn't protested since the rebellious 60's." In the 1860's the Civil War was fought. In the 1960's Americans had a very anti-government, anti-establishment attitude, hippie era (but also the Civil Rights, Women's Rights and the beginnings of the Gay Rights Movements).

Washington D.C. was formed using land from Maryland and Virginia. It was originally a diamond shaped piece of land until Virginia took some of the land back.

Jean Gray is Marvel X-Men character who can both read your mind and move things with her mind. She appears in every X-Men TV series and is constantly shown dramatically moving her hands to show that her powers are being used. (The X-Men comics also started in the 60s, 63 I think.)

Head Cannon:

State height is not determined solely by the size of their land. They represent their people to so unless a state requires its people to be only 3ft tall RI will not be abnormally short. That being said she is a little on the short side but I would describe her as petite, looking like the wind could knock her over.

Unlike mail men door to door sales man can choose to ignore the Jones residence existence.

The states don't think of every state as their siblings, but since they're all America's kids they refer to each other as siblings. It's like how England is America's big brother but they aren't related. The only states that consider themselves siblings are the ones that share names: West and Virginia, North and South Carolinas, and North and South Dakota. Maryland and Virginia see themselves as D.C.'s sisters but they're not each others sisters. (Yes this whole system is for the sake of pairings.)

DC although he acts very serious is a secret comic book fan. That's why he references X-Men.

AN: Let's play a game. Every time Maryland appears in this story she'll be cosplaying a different character, the only thing they'll have in common is wearing pigtails. You try and guess who it is and if you get it right I'll send you the omake that goes with this chapter. (That omake will be posted when I finish this story.) The character from this chapter is from a popular series and that series is also referenced in one of her lines.

Omake:

South Carolina shot up from his seat and glared at Texas. "It's not a mess it's the key ingredient!"

Still seated calmly in her chair, North Carolina nodded in agreement. "It's all about the sauce."

Texas crossed his arms and snorted. "Please who in their right mind would say that."

Kansas bounced up. "Well it is the truth, even if the Carolina's don't have the best sauce."

"Kansas, shut up and decide what meat you want to cook before you insult other people's sauces."

Missouri felt cold shivers run down his back as he watch Kansas's normally sunny smile twist into a scowl he hadn't seen since the Civil War. "What do you know about barbeque? No one talks about Tennessee barbeque. You only have Memphis."

"Hey, Kansas City isn't any better just because it has your name in it!"

The argument between the five states was quickly growing. Tennessee's face was beginning to turn red. Texas and South Carolina both had their fist clenched. North Carolina had shot more than a few glares at South. Kansas's breath was starting to become labored and Missouri was trying to drag her away from the fight. The other states watched as Texas and South's fingers twitched towards their guns.

A shot rang throughout the room.

All the states whipped their head around searching for the one who had fired or where the bullet was going to land. Soon they found the shooter.

"Arizona, do you think you're doing?"

Arizona smirked and blew a lock of her dark hair away from her eyes. "Taking aim."

Omake Notes:

There are four major types of BBQ in the US: Texas, Kansas City, Memphis, and Caorlinas. (California and Hawaii also have their own styles.) Texas BBQ at first was not served with sauce and was mostly beef. Kansas City's is both pork and beef and the city has the most BBQ joints around. Memphis BBQ is commonly chopped up and put in sandwitches or on top of other dishes. The Carolina's have different recipes for their sauce but

Kansas has had some seriously bad health conditions over the years. Kansas's induction into the Union was a troubled affair because of murderous events collectively called Bleeding Kansas, later the Dust Bowl not only caused massive food shortages but also lung problems for the residents of the affected states, and the first case of Spaninsh Influenza was reported at a Kansas army base. (On another note, Spanish Influenza is called such because of how bad the virus was believed to strike the country. Although in reality it only seemed to strike the country so hard because the government didn't supress the news of the disease like other countries, such as Germany and England, did.)

Arizona is considered to be the state with the most lenient gun laws.