Yo, Imdifferentnotwerid's sister here. So, I made a bit of a mistake. A close friend of mine came and told me that the girl who adopted this hadn't uploaded in two year and she was really bummed because she'd wanted to go back and reread the whole thing but there were only 5 of the chapters up, and especially she'd wanted to read the author's notes. So I sent her a copy and told her she could upload it, but we both realized after she got a couple nasty PMs that if anyone should be posting this it should be me.

I helped my sister write this for years, and she was very proud of it. She loved writing it and just wanted to share her ideas with everyone. She died and for a while I wanted to delete this account, but then I realized that this is her impact on the world. It might not be much but she brought joy to some people, so in honor of her I'm putting this back on her account.

I've contacted Lavalioness and let her know that she's still completely welcome to write new chapters if she wants, but I want the originals on this account.

So here it is, exactly as she wrote it. Complete with author's notes and all.

PROLOGUE

"Okay Prussia what do you want?" England asked impatiently. The World Meeting, hosted by America, had just ended and Prussia had gathered several of the more powerful countries, (England, France, Germany, North and South Italy , Japan, Russia, Spain, and Poland. He was going to invite China, but he keeps bugging America about that whole money thing so he decided not to, and he forgot about Canada.) so he could tell them some 'awesomely huge secret' he had learned.

"You all know America's house, ja?" Prussia started. "Well, it's not his house!"

"Don't be a bloody fool, of course it's his house!" England yelled, he was annoyed; being in America did not bring back many pleasant memories.

"Ja, we've all been there, and we've all seen it trashed. How is it not his house?" Germany agreed.

"Let me explain, I was talking to America about his house and he started acting really weird and trying to talk about something else. I decided to be an awesome spy and follow America home after a World Meeting and he went to a huge house in….New York? I think that's what that state's called. Anyway, I went into the town and used my awesome skills to get some teenager to tell me all about the person who lives there and it's America's house!" Prussia exclaimed.

"Vee! We should go visit him! He'd like that wouldn't he? I bet if we brought him pasta he'd be happy; I'd be happy if I had a secret house and someone came and brought me pasta!" Italy said.

"I don't know, it seems like it would be an invasion of Mr. America's privacy," Japan argued.

"Whatever," Romano carelessly brushed off Japan's excuse.

"Si, I agree with Romano and Veneciano," Spain agreed.

"I say we go, America could be hiding anything up there. Perhaps some lovely women," France mused.

"Seriously, we should like totally go," Poland added.

"I agree," Russia said, smiling at Poland who suddenly went pale.

"Germany, what do you think?" Prussia and Italy asked in unison.

"I think that it would be suspicious if we showed up out of the blue, so I will go because most of you have no tack at all," Germany decided. Everyone turned to look at England, who was the only one who had not spoken, which was highly unusually.

"If that bloody git is going to hide where he lives I think we should all go over there and demand to know why!" England declared.

"Yes!" Prussia cheered. "This is so awesome, not that America is hiding his house, that's really unawesome, but that we're going to go see it!"

"Don't you think Mr. America will be mad?" Japan asked. Prussia rolled his eyes.

"America doesn't get mad, have you ever seen America mad?"

Japan immediately thought of the bombing of Pearl Harbor, America had definitely been mad then, but he didn't say anything.

"Exactly, America is awesome that way. Now let's go!"

A few hours later, in upstate New York

"There it is!" Prussia alerted everyone. The countries eagerly looked to where Prussia was pointing, after a painfully slow car ride they were all ready to be done driving. They gaped in amazement at America's house, it was huge. His house had to be twice as large as his fake one, there must be at least six floors! It looks like he owns a couple acres of land that was surrounded by a tall, ornate fence. His driveway was more like a parking lot, they estimated that about thirty cars were parked there. Speaking of the driveway, there were several people shoveling snow in the driveway/parking lot.

England pulled the car up to the gate, which was locked. He waited for one of the people shoveling to notice and come over, but no one did.

"You should try honking," France suggested. England tried it and sure enough the people looked up, and got into and argument. Finally, one of them broke away and started toward them.

There was a booth, like what you have at toll roads, next to the gate and the person walked in. The person turned out to be a teenage girl.

"Yo, are you guys lost? Do you need directions or somethin'?" The girl asked.

"No, we are looking for a friend of ours, Alfred Jones. Does he live here?" England asked.

"I don't think so, I've never heard of, or met, an Alfred Jones," the girl replied.

"Can you check? Because this is the address he gave us," England asked as politely as he could.

"Sure, but I'll need your names."

"I am Arthur Kirkland, the man next to me is Francis, and in the back is Ludwig, Gilbert, Feliciano, Romano, Ivan, Felix, and Antonio." The girl turned and examined a list on the wall. Then she picked up a walkie-talkie and began to speak.

"Dad, there are some people here looking for an Alfred Jones…..Yes…No, there's only nine of them…..Their names?…Arthur, Francis, Ludwig, Gilbert, Feliciano, Romano, Ivan, Felix, and Antonio…Are you sure?…Okay." The girl leaned out her booth's window.

"My dad would like to speak with you, so follow me." The girl hit a button on the wall and the gate swung open. Then she came around and walked next to the car up the short path to the parking lot area.

"One of my siblings will park your car if you'll all get out," she told them. While the nine countries did that she turned to the west side of the parking lot and yelled to one of the other teenagers, the countries had decided that they were all teenagers. "Yo, Minnie! Come over here and park this car!"

A girl who looked a little younger than their guide came skipping over.

"Really? I get to park it? That's awesome! Nobody ever lets me park the cars!"

"Wait, what? West told me that you park all the time!" Minnie's eyes became huge.

"He did? That's so nice of him. Don't worry Micky, I won't crash this car," Minnie assured her. Micky shrugged.

"If you say so." Micky turned to the countries. "Come this way, we have a small climb ahead of us. There are fifty stairs to the front door, if you want to be precise."

"Are you really going to let her park my car?" England nearly yelled.

"Chill out dude, she has her permit. Most people are older than her though, so she doesn't get to park very often."

Micky lead them up to the house, and was halfway through unlocking the door, when it opened. And lo and behold there stood Alfred F. Jones, the United States of America. Micky walked in and stepped aside to let the countries in. The countries all started to talk, but America ignored them and keep a calm expression on his face. It's safe to say that America was acting very strange.

"Thank you, Micky, for bringing them up here, you can send Owen down to do the rest of your job."

"Really?" Alfred nodded. "That's awesome, he's gonna hate that! Thanks!" Micky took off up the stairs.

"And tell Elizabeth to come down to my office!" America yelled.

"'Kay!"

"Hey dudes! How'd you find my house?" America asked as he led them to his office. Prussia was about to launch into the explanation when a little girl ran down the hallway, latch herself on America's leg, and started sobbing. America reached down and picked up the crying little girl.

"Hey kiddo, what's wrong?" America asked gently.

"Mary won't let me have any ice cream!" the little girl wailed. England rolled his eyes, 'Americans are such pigs,' he thought to himself. The other countries stared at the girl and wondered why the hell were there so many kids in America's house. Then an older boy, probably around eighteen, appeared at the end of the hallway.

"She had ice cream earlier, I watched her eat it!" The little girl started to bawl even louder.

"Look, Mary, just get her another bowl," Alfred told him.

"But,"

"No buts, I have something to deal with right now," America said sternly, jerking his head to the countries that were in a state of shock at the sight of America being stern.

Mary looked at the countries in surprise, and then his expression hardened at the sight of a certain green-eyed blonde.

"Okay, I'll get her some more ice cream," Mary conceded. The little girl squealed and hugged America before jumping down and running down the hall.

"Thank you Daddy!" she yelled before disappearing. Mary jogged after her.

Then everything was silent.

"Daddy?!" the countries all exclaimed at once. America grinned nervously.

"Yeah, daddy. Let's go in my office and I'll explain."

I'd only read one of these American states stories before I decided to write one, so anything that's in my story that's in another story is a pure coincidence, I'm not stealing anything from anyone. I just wanted to say that because I know there are a lot of these.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia, unfortunately

Last Edited January 4th, 2015