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England squeaked and ducked even lower behind France when he saw all fifty States slowly turn towards the door. After Italy's outburst they finally noticed the many Nation's gathered at the back of the room.

New York frowned, "Who the hell are you?"

None of the Nations (not even Italy) quite had the guts to answer now. I mean they had just seen some of the scariest verbal fights ever (practically a re-outbreak of the Civil War), and it was obvious these teenagers didn't seem to consider themselves above violence.

"Heeeellloooo," Tennessee tried to get a response.

Still there was no answer; the Nations just exchanged looks of uncertainty.

"Excuse me but we're in the middle of a meeting," South Dakota said, "Didn't you see the sign?"

"Someone didn't turn on the sign!"

"Who was supposed to?"

"Probably Arkansas."

"I was not!"

"All of you just shut the fuck up," Colorado snapped, her headache becoming near unbearable. She rounded on the Nations, who had to fight the urge to shrink back. "We'll ask again then, who are you?"

Well crap, what could the Nations say? It wasn't like they broadcasted to the world that they were personified countries, and they didn't know who these kids were after all, they just seemed like a bunch of extremely crazy, unsupervised teenagers. Which they all were of course but that's besides the point.

"We…we were told to come to this conference room for a meeting," Germany stepped up and declared bravely, "It's a very important meeting so if you could-"

"This is a very important meeting," Illinois cut him off stubbornly, "And we always use this room!"

"What could a group of American teenagers possibly be having 'an important meeting' about," Austria mumbled to Hungary. The Austrian was tired, it had already been a long day and he just wanted to go back to the hotel where his violin was waiting. He wasn't in the mood to deal with a group of underage lunatics.

Unfortunately for our poor Austrian someone heard him.

"I'll have you know," Vermont informed the surprised nation haughtily, "This meeting is about the current affairs and problems of our country, which we are trying to solve."

"Trying and failing," New Hampshire sniped, "As usual." His sister broke her defiant stare at Austria to throw him a disgusted glance.

"I-I apologize," Austria stuttered in embarrassment, "I didn't know. How is it-"

"Oh my God," Nebraska's head whipped around, "Who let the Govenator in?"

"That's not the Govenator, you imbecile," Washington sighed and took a sip from his mysteriously never-ending supply of Starbucks.

"I think," California snapped, "I'd know if my boss was here and that's not him. And, for the last time, I told you not to call him that!"

"Never mind he doesn't even look like Arnold," Nebraska agreed after eyeing the country, "So who are you?"

"He's obviously some Austrian diplomat," West Virginia quipped. The other States looked towards him in surprise, both at his suggestion and his somewhat rare display of knowledge. "What?" The state asked defensively, "The accent fits."

"That true," Minnesota questioned Austria with curiosity.

"Yes, yes," Hungary inserted swiftly, not taking any chance of her boyfriend mucking this up. "We all are. Diplomats I mean. I happen to be one from Hungary."

"Well…that's cool…," Wyoming finished awkwardly. None of the States really knew what to say, nor did they want much to do with some boring old diplomats. They had their own affairs to attend to after all.

"Can we get this thing started again," New Jersey asked crossly, "I have some people I still need to cuss out," she shot glares at California and New York.

Austria couldn't help it, his curiosity had been picked at and he wanted to satisfy it. "What exactly are you? This group of you, I mean. Diplomats of some sort?"

The States quickly began exchanging nervous looks at the question. From experience they knew this had the potential to get messy, as several states would often shout out different stories at once, then switch the stories to match the others, until everyone was so damned confused the truth found some way to come out. It was all very sitcom-like.

As it turned out, the States didn't have to worry about that. No instead they had a another worry coming, from an all too familiar face.

"I know exactly who they are," a voice came from the crowd of Nations. The next thing everyone knew Mexico had shoved her way to the front of the pack and stood, beaming at the States, "These little dears are el Estados Unidos"

A thick silence settled over the room as the States stared in shock, more at Mexico's arrival then her exposing them.

A comment from a certain tall, southern state (as he began slouching down in an attempt to hide) summed it up quite nicely.

"Ah shit."

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America sat at the long conference table, bored out of his mind.

When he had first walked into the meeting room he had been surprised, even a little excited, to see that he was the first one. Now he had proof for the other nations that he wasn't always late. But eventually, after sitting alone for quite awhile, the positive feelings had changed to annoyance. He couldn't believe he was the only one who was here, the meeting was supposed to start an hour and a half ago! Psh and they called him irresponsible.

Sighing he took another slurp of XXL soda, simply hoping the others would show soon.

'Wonder what they could be up too,' he pondered to himself.

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A/N: Well…I'm sorry about the wait. As I said on my other story I've been busy, unmotivated, and obsessed with the NBA (Go Celtics! Who, as I type this, are currently losing to the Suns… What?). Plus I had the most god awful case of writers block in the world. Thankfully it's passing :)

We're back to short chapters my dears. I think my muse has some stupid rule about having boring chapters in between good ones so my apologies. Next chapter there will be a ton more State-Nation interaction and will mostly be about states reuniting with some of the Nations *cough* Alaska, Russia *cough* And yeah, not all 50 states were mentioned…This fact actually pisses me off to no end but I swear on my sweet kitties life that they will all be mentioned next chapter.

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Thanks so much for the read and please review with any suggestions/requests. Oh and guess what? I still would like stereotypes! That's all my lovelies; next chapter is on the way!

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