Chris jolted up out of bed, trying to banish the thoughts of lobsters taking over the world from his head. That would be impossible…right? Either way he was up so, naturally, he got dressed and brushed his teeth. There was no need for him to comb his hair today, unless he was headed to New York… Chris grabbed his book off the nightstand and zipped up his sweatshirt. Upon entering the sitting room he found it curiously empty.

"Oi, Annette, are you here?" He called. There was no answer so he walked over to the floral loveseat by the bay window and cracked open the book in his hand. He had to edit a few things anyway, so, he thought he might as well do it now.

The front door swung open lazily and someone shuffled into the kitchen. The person grabbed something and entered the sitting room.

"H-Hello Christopher," yawned Annette, her loose pale yellow house coat tied in the front in a bow. Her hair stood up in all angles, seeming to defy the laws of gravity.

"Hello Annette," Chris replied looking up from his book. It was nothing special, just an old worn out hand-bound notebook with aged yellowing pages from being used so often.

"What's that?" Annette asked as she sat next to him on the horrendous couch. The mug in her hands was white with a few stains from coffee spilling over the top edge.

"It's a book…" stated Christopher, patting the small manuscript in his lap like it was some lost treasure.

"It's a diary, isn't it?" she asked rhetorically, looking over at him with a small smug smile tugging at her lips.

"No," replied Chris, his face gaining a small bit of colour.

Annette sighed, "Then what's in it?"

"Spells, curses, ways to tease or kill Yannis, my shopping list from a few centuries back, and my journal from the Civil war."

"Oh," replied Annette looking down into her cup of breakfast blend coffee. It swirled with light, sweet smelling cream and the steam swirled in circles as it rose from the depths trailing off into the ocean smelling air. The room lapsed into a bit of comfortable silence that allowed him to work on his pervious occupation. As he opened the book the smell of old parchment invaded his senses as the pages crinkled under his fingers.

In case you were wondering the page he opened up to looked like this:

Mistletoe berries

Lethe River Water

Lavender

Dried Nettles

And snake fangs

He sighed and started to etch in pictures of each ingredient, making sure to write down notes of where to find each and which times were best for getting them. Technically he wasn't supposed to do this sort of thing anymore, but hey.

"What do you need snake fangs for?" asked a curious voice. Chris jumped, forgetting that Annette was there.

"They're for… something," he grumbled back, shutting the book again. Annette shrugged and lent back against the couch sighing.

Her comfort was short lived though, as a loud knock rattled the foundation of the house.

"Dude open up!"

The door rattled on its hinges and Chris' sister groaned, heading towards the five inch thick cherry oak door, equipped with seven locks and a state of the art security system. Yah, Annette is a bit strange and worrisome.

Christopher watched with slight interest as Annette slid the deadbolt –the last lock- off and pulled the door open. Alfred was there –of course- it seemed there was no escaping him.

"Oh hey, you're up!" announced the obnoxious male. "And dude, you didn't even brush your hair!"

Equally obnoxious laughter –matching the supposed 'awesomeness' of Pennsylvania- echoed through the sitting room, rattling a small boat in a bottle on Annette's T.V. stand.

"And hello to you too…" grumbled Annette looking up at her father with her arms crossed. Alfred ruffled her hair and welcomed himself into the cozy living space.

"Where's your stuff dude?"

"…The lobsters ate it…"

"Really!"

"No."

"Awe…"

That was the last word said to Chris before he was practically propelled up the stairs to get his things. As he entered the room he dusted off his sweatshirt and grabbed his fashionable plastic bag travel unit (Guy knows how to travel in style~ ;D).

- A minute and a half later-

"So where are you dragging me off to now?" Chris asked as he entered the car. It looked as if a McDonald's place had thrown up all over it. Christopher tossed an empty wrapper onto the floor, taking care to brush off his seat before even considering sitting on it. He saw Alfred reach over to the driver's side control panel and hit the lock-all-doors button.

"New York~" sang his 'father' making sure he was driving before he even opened his mouth to speak. The one day Christopher had decided to not brush his hair.

"…Lovely."
The rest of the car ride –which was amazingly fast because of my awesome, awesomeness-, remained eerily silent.

-Upon arriving at N.Y.'s household

"No."

This was the answer Alfred got every time he tried to get Christopher to unlock the car door and get out.

"Unlock this car now!" yelled his father banging on the driver's side door heavily, making the automobile shake like Latvia. Christopher cupped his ear and mouthed 'I can't hear you' to the male outside of the contraption. Suddenly Chris' phone –the darned contraption Callie had given him (1) - rang, the tune being 'American Idiot.'

"Hello dearest father, how may I help you on this fine day?" inquired the constitution state.

His 'father' in a fit of rage yelled, "What kind of ring tone is that for your parental figure!"

"A very nice one," Chris replied coolly, his fingers moving to hang up the unwelcomed call.

"I you touch that button, so help me god I'll ri-"

Click!

There was one problem with that noise…it wasn't from the state hanging up on his livid father. Rather it was coming from the passenger side door.

"Yo Ma, I got Yuri's door open!"

Kill. Him. Now. Christopher groaned internally and turned to strangle his brother. They both toppled out of the car and proceeded at roll around in the dirt, each trying to kill or mutilate the other.

"My middle name is Yori, not Yuri you grease ball!" snarled Chris wrapping his fingers around New York's throat.

"I have more than you, yah ass wipe!" Yelled the other state whacking Connecticut in the gut with his fist.

The boy by all means, did look like a grease ball. A very well dressed grease ball, but a grease ball none the less; well at least in Christopher's opinion.

Alfred sighed; it looked like the hero needed to step in…

"Yannis, Christopher!" he shouted in his heroic hero voice, "come here this instant!"

The boys, too involved in their fight, didn't regard his command and continued on without a single hesitation. Alfred, feeling very much like a mother mind you, trudged his way over to his states and pulled them apart.

"Hey Ma," grumbled Yannis scratching the back of his head with his hands. Then, noticing something out of place, he pulled a black comb out of his pocket and started to comb his greasy hair back into place.

"…That's disgusting," hissed Chris, an appalled shudder running through him, like a bucket of cold water had been dumped over his head. He brushed off his sweatshirt and set to shaking the dust out of his hair when Yannis noticed something.

"You didn't brush your hair today, did ya Nutmegger?" asked Yannis, his voice dripping with loath.

"Even if I didn't, why would that concern you in any way sewer rat?" spat Chris indignantly still trying to get the dust out of his clothing and hair.

"If you two are going to do nothing but fight, I'll have to stay here and supervise!" warned America his arms crossed over his chest, glasses seeming to add a bit of authority to his normally care free geeky features.

"I'm not gonna be polite if that's what you're askin'," spat the Empire state, an unpleasant sneer on his face.

"Nor am I…," Christopher replied coolly. America, the hero, sighed and pushed his glasses up on the bridge of his nose.

"I guess I'm supervising…"

An hour into the visit…..

"Yannis, why isn't their anything to eat or drink in your fridge?" asked Alfred from the kitchen.

"I usually eat at restaurants, or go to Dunkin Doughnuts…" Yannis replied from the couch, where he had his feet propped up on the coffee table and the T.V. remote in his lap.

"Would you please get your feet off of the table, they smell horrible!" Snapped Chris looking up from the newspaper he was reading.

"Ma," whined Yannis, "Chrissy is nagging me again!"

Christopher glared at him over the top of his paper as Alfred returned to the living room.

"What did I say about t-"

"Well his horribly retched smelling feet are making me gag!" Chris shot at his father, cutting him off mid-sentence.

"Anyway, who's thirsty?"

Yannis raised his hand and Christopher scoffed.

"I'm not drinking coffee…"

"Dude, Dunkin Doughnuts has more than coffee…"

"I know that," hissed Christopher, "I just thought Yannis had a coffee pot in the kitchen or something!"

"Why would I have one of those old things?" A blanched New York asked.

"C.T. doesn't drink coffee so he probably doesn't know what a Keurig is dude!" Laughed the hero, the car keys in his hands jingling in time with the fits.

"I have one of those actually; it makes good hot chocolate…"

The other people in the room stared at him for a second before they all piled into the car and sped off to the nearest D.D.'s place.

"I'll have a flah ed meh da cofflll," ordered Alfred.

"They probably can't understand you, you kn-,"

"Is that you again Alfred?" asked the lady that was taking their order.

"Huff feh en meh!" He asked excitedly. Chris and Yannis rolled their eyes. They were both in the backseat now, because neither of them could decide who would sit up front.

"You are the only person I know that would come through here with food in their mouth," said the woman in a disapproving voice.

"Heh…"

"Will that be all...?" she asked. Alfred blinked and turned to the 'children' in the backseat.

"No…," he said to the woman from over his shoulder, "what do you two want?"

"A regular dark roast with no sugar and two creams," listed off Yannis. Alfred blinked again, this time in confusion before turning to Chris.

"You?"

"A frozen iced tea, please…"

Alfred smiled and turned back to the speaker, telling the woman their orders and drove to the next window.

"That'll be six dollars and eighty-three cents," said the man working at that window. Alfred gave him the money, against protest of 'I can pay for myself!' or 'let go of my hair Yannis, it's not meant to be pulled!' coming from the backseat.

"Play nice!" Alfred said glaring at them from the rear view mirror. The other two immediately stopped yelling at each other and sat still, Yannis whistling guiltily. Alfred stopped at the next window and the lady from the speaker appeared with their drinks.

"Here you go Hun," she said handing the drinks off to America, "have a nice day!"

"You too Laurie!" Replied Alfred waving at her as they drove off, the two in the backseats sweat dropped.

"You know the drive though lady…?" asked Yannis, one of his eyebrows arching in confusion and slight suspicion.

"Dude, where do you think I go when we have meetings here!"

…The rest of the drive for Yannis and Christopher were spent in the lovely gutter. …And thank all that is good and green on this earth that Alfred didn't notice and took to noisily drinking his coffee.

"Awe, it's only half full now!" wailed Alfred as they entered Yannis' house for the second time.

Christopher scowled, "are you sure you're the parent? We seem to have a higher maturity level than you do…"

Yannis snickered and Alfred pouted, his glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose again.

"What do you want me to act like Eyebrows?"

"Meh, no, but it would be amusing… and I wouldn't have to go anywhere…" grumbled Yannis. " Yo, Nutmegger, you okay with it?"

"As long as it means I get to stay out of that cramped city people seem to be fascinated by, then, yes."

Yannis rolled his eyes and returned his attention to the coffee in his hands.

"Nu-uh," said Alfred shaking his head, "you guys have to do something besides sit around and hate each other."

Chris looked up from his frozen tea and groaned, "Then what do you suppose we do, father dearest?"

"Yeah, ma!" said Yannis rather loudly, propping his feet up on the coffee table again. Christopher grimaced but for once didn't make a comment on his brother's horrible habit.

"Well…uh, you could go see the statue of Liberty…?"

Chris and Yannis shook their heads.

"That's boring Ma, like, Mount Rushmore boring."

Alfred looked like he was about to give one of his 'patriotic speeches' so Chris quickly intervened.

"Plus, I was there when it was unveiled," he stated adding a quick 'damn Francis, we had to dig into all of our resources to pay him back.' Alfred sighed and racked his brain for some ideas.

"The subway…?"

"Boring~," sang the Empire State, yawning into his right palm for dramatic effect.

Alfred glared at him, "Then go to the 'The Brick' haunted house!"

Yannis and Christopher exchanged glances for a moment.

"It would be interesting to see haunted places from other states; I've already seen all of them back at my home." Said Chris, one of his eyebrows quirked in interest, hand reaching for his book.

"But will you be able to handle it Ma?" asked Yannis a smirk etched into his features. Alfred deadpanned; they were agreeing on something?

"Of course I will, cause I'm the hero!" laughed the obnoxious American, eyes wide and teeth flashing white.

Yannis shrugged, "as long as you're sure…"

Chris fiddled around through his bag for a minute, retrieving a stick and a few pieces of lavender from its depths.

"What 'chu doin Nutmegger?" asked Yannis.

"Preparing," he said, opening his book and placing the lavender on the floor. Yannis glared at the harmless flower.

"You better pick up that girly thing when you're done!" he hissed turning back to their father. Alfred had blanched considerably and seemed to be trying to say something, pointing at the flower on the floor violently.

"What's wrong with you?"

"G-G-Ghos-"

"Done!" announced Christopher before his father could finish, picking up the remaining lavender and tucking everything back into his plastic bag.

Yannis shrugged and they left, leaving their sputtering father behind.

"Come on father, or you'll be left here."

- After the haunted house-

"…That was so fake," grumbled Chris crossing his arms, his little spirit friends following him around.

"What did you expect?" growled Yannis, his fancy black coat blowing around him as they made their way back to the car.

"Hurry up Ma!" yelled the Empire state, from the rolled down back seat window.

"C-Coming dudes!" Huffed Alfred climbing into the driver's seat, still pale from the 'frightening' experience. The boys rolled their eyes as they watched their father fumble with the car keys, his hands shaking and his lips trembling.

"Home sweet home!" exclaimed Yannis sliding off his coat and settling on the couch with the clicker in hand.

"It's better than the streets I suppose," offered Christopher, sitting in one of the fluffy armchairs. Alfred was still glancing around with a panicked expression shaking from head to toe as one of Chris 'buddies' made it's self comfortable on his head. Others soon followed it and Alfred's head made a comfy hotel for tired spirits.

"C-Call them off dude!" cried Alfred. "I don't want them to eat my vocal cords!"

Chris huffed and dismissed his friends with a wave of his hands.

"Why would they eat your vocal cords?" Inquired Yannis. Alfred whimpered in response and Christopher rolled his eyes.

"He was talking my ears off so I threatened to have them eat his vocal cords…" the constitution state yawned out, "something like that anyway…"

Yannis snickered and the conversation continued for another hour or two before all of them fell asleep where they sat.

Livy: So did ya like it?

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(1): Callie gave him that phone during P.C.F.T.S. which I should have posted soon... ^^'

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