Warning: Contains OCs, so if you don't want to see the States in United States, you're in the wrong place.

Diclaimer: I don't own Hetalia. If I did, I'd be very rich indeed.

Rating: K+. Nothing that really warrants a higher rating, it's most gen and fluff. That, and I did censor England's dirty mouth for the ost part.

Note: These are my OCs for the States and American Territories, if you want to see more of them, go to my profile, and follow the links please.

A is appliances; "New Jersey," New York asks as he stares at the strange device in New Jersey's kitchen. "What's the third tap for on your sink?" New Jersey turns away from her soup to look at the sink in question. "Oh that." New Jersey dismisses the device in question with a wave of her hand. She continues stirring her soup, and explains as if it makes all the sense in the world; "It's for coffee." New York stands flabbergasted as Massachusetts pulls his head out of New Jersey's fridge, carrying a package of beef. "How did you manage that?!" He asks incredulously. New Jersey smiles wickedly at her friends; "I know a guy." Massachusetts and New York both shudder.

B is for beauty; "It's beautiful…" Idaho breathes as she looks out over the mountainside in the early morning mist. Washington smiles as his neighbor absorbs the sight in wonder. "Just wait until the sun rises; it gets better."

C is for Creole; it's Louisiana's own dialect of French, as well as something she shares with Haiti; but as any native could tell you, it's spoken a little differently around New Orleans. Texas watches in amazement as Louisiana laughs with two younger children in the park, and chatters to their mother in fluent Creole, smiling happily. Texas loves that smile, and something about Creole just seems conducive for spreading it.

D is for daughters; America has fifteen of them, though it's actually seventeen if you count the U.S. Virgin Islands and The Northern Mariana Islands. America loves all his adopted children, but everyone in the family knows that he has a special soft spot for his girls.

E is for eventually; Pennsylvania says that word a lot, Delaware notes. Mostly in the context of "I'll do the dishes eventually," or "I'll fix the heater eventually." In fact, it seems to be Pennsylvania's go to phrase when he needs to procrastinate away a task, which is often. So it does make sense that he says it at least twice per conversation.

F is for freedom; an ideal that the States were taught to uphold from the day they were "born." Ever since they were tiny, America had taught his children to stand to true to what they believe in. Now that most of them are full grown, he finds himself immeasurably proud of the things they have done, and the fact that they've all always been stubborn little twits since the very beginning.

G is for growth; Puerto Rico hasn't grown at all since after he left Spain to live with America. In fact, neither has Guam. It doesn't matter much to either of them though; who wants to grow up, anyways? Their "dad" certainly never did.

H is for hearts; the States know their hearts are where they have the strongest connection to their people. For many of them, their heart is in their capital, though for some like New York and Massachusetts, the heart is where the home is; planted squarely in their largest city.

I is for impossible; West Virginia and New Mexico stare at the pickle jar on the table in annoyance as Texas walks up. "Pickle jar?" He asks. The two other States nod. "Yeah." Texas rolls up his sleeve, and holds his hand out. "Y'all are wimps. Let a real man try." West Virginia grumbles as he hands the jar over to the tall State, and the cowboy grins as he gets a firm grip on the top. "…" Texas's face scrunches up in concentration. "Uhm…" New Mexico smirks at his friend. "What were you saying, amigo?" Texas growls, "Shut up, compadre. This thing is really..." Texas grunts again as he twists the top vainly. "Stuck." Virginia silently walks up and taps Texas on the back. "Give it." She says simply. Texas gives Virginia the pickle jar, and the elder State opens the jar in one go, deftly wrenching off the top. "What were you saying about a 'real man,' Clyde?" Virginia glares at her younger "brother." Texas just grins sheepishly and hangs his head, bracing for impact. Virginia pulls back her hand, and dope smacks Texas routinely on the back of the head. "Exactly."

J is for joy; "Okay, when we go over the falls, you're going to have to hold on tight to your oar if you don't want to lose it, okay?" Arizona listens to New Hampshire's instructions as the elder State launches them into the white water rapids. Ahead, Arizona can see Idaho in a single person kayak, helmet on as the Western State tumbles over the falls. "Ready…" New Hampshire counts off as they approaching the roaring waters, and Arizona grips the oar tightly in her hands in preparation, slicing through the rapids in even strokes. "Here… We… Go!" Arizona yells for joy as they launch over the falls, screaming happily in the sunlight and spray. "Wahoo!"

K is for kids; the Territories and Commonwealths are just that. They're kids. Granted, they're kids who are over a hundred year old, but they're still kids, both mentally and physically. Puerto Rico and Guam are the oldest, and they still look like they're twelve for crying out loud. This is something America has to keep in mind when they get tired and pass out after intense activity. 'You guys had a full day, huh?' He thinks as he hefts the sleeping American Samoa over his shoulder, and tucks the Northern Mariana Islands under his other arm to take them both upstairs to their bedrooms. 'We'll have another awesome day tomorrow, I promise.'

L is for listening; Maine is a good listener. He can't help it. When your job is to listen to static all day in the hopes of finding good information in the snow, you learn to be glad for any sort of human voice at all, even if the people Maine listens too aren't even technically human. Unfortunately for Maine, being a good listener has made him the go-to shoulder to cry on for the rest of his family. And Maine's family is crazy.

M is for meals; Tennessee plops North Carolina down into the chair by the table. "Eat." She commands. "Look, Hattie, I just came to ask if you'd seen my big brother-" He's abruptly cut off by a forkful of mashed potatoes that enters his mouth as Tennessee again intones; "Eat." North Carolina gulps.

N is for neighbors; Mexico and Canada have learned to deal with surprise visits from their "nieces" and "nephews." After all, there's not much one can really do when someone as big as Texas decides to pop in on his "aunt." Mexico doesn't really mind that much, since a few of America's kids used to live with her before they did with him, and it's given her a chance to make up with Texas for his revolution. Canada's happy for the visits, since the States are usually far better at remembering who he is than America. Washington at the very least makes an effort to visit his "uncle" when he can. Both of America's neighbors are secretly glad for the large family of their brother's, since by extension, it has become their family too.

O is for opposition; New York and Massachusetts have been at each others' throats for as long as New Jersey can remember. She doesn't think anyone knows what their first fight was even about anymore, but no one has much of a mind to find out. "Wear the t-shirt shirt, Massachusetts!" New York yells as he chases down his rival with the t-shirt cannon. Massachusetts screams; "Not on your life you Yankee asshole!" New Jersey certainly doesn't care what started this latest battle, as it's far too entertaining. 'Maybe I should start taping these things...' She muses as she muches on her popcorn by the side of the road. 'I could make some good money off of them...'

P is for pranks; Michigan wipes his brow and smiles grandly at the display in front of him. He turns proudly to his partner in crime, and he and Florida look up at the work of art they've created. Michigan whistles lowly as Florida remarks that; "Utah is gonna be sooo pissed when he wakes up in the morning." Michigan grins at his rival and queen of pranking. "The bear was a nice touch. Where did you find that, by the way?" Florida grins maliciously; "I know a guy."

Q is for questions; "Why?" American Samoa asks Maryland as the scientist leans over the microscope on the table. "Because we need to classify the protists." The U.S. Virgin Islands asks, "Why?" Maryland blows the hair out of his eyes as he readjusts the microscope lens. "Because now that we have ways to identify organisms by DNA, we're finding that Kingdom Protista might need to be differently classified." American Samoa pokes at a beaker on the table and aks; "Why?" Maryland lets out ad exasperated sigh. "Because that's how science works." Both of the Territories share a glance, and say in tandem; "Why?" Maryland pulls away from the microscope to look incredulously at them. "Because it just does. Seriously, don't you guys know anything about science?"

R is for random; "Hold up, Cyrus, I think I see our guy." West Virginia says covertly into his earpiece as he trails his mark. Maine holds his breath back at Naval Intelligence, waiting to hear if West Virginia will catch the runner they'd lost in D.C. a few weeks ago. Suddenly static cuts in over the transmission, and Maine begins to panic, wondering who or what could have cut his connection to West Virginia. "Hi there!" A perky voice says into his headphones as the static fades out. "So… Maine, I was wondering, do you know if squirrels can eat cheese whiz, 'cause Senor Portobello over here isn't looking to great." Maine's blood pounds in his ears as he yells into his headset's microphone; "FLORIDA, STOP CALLING ME AT WORK!"

S is for speed; "There she is boys; an R8." Indiana says proudly as he gestures to the shining speed machine in the mechanic's garage. South Carolina lets out an impressed wolf-whistle. "She's a beaut, there Virgil." Michigan simply stares in awe at the beautiful contraption. "Can I drive it?" He asks breathlessly. Indiana looks at South Carolina, and for a moment the two of them share a look before they collapse into laugher "Ahahahahaha!" Indiana wipes a tear out of his eye as he stands up again. "Aha." He walks over to Michigan and slaps his friend on the back heartily. "No."

T is for tragedy; if nothing else, the States are a family. No matter what happens to one of them, the others will always be there to help in any way they can, and to face their enemy with a united front. Even bitter rivalries are laid aside until after the crisis passes; in times of hardship they always succeed in reminding outsiders why America's full title is the United States of America.

U is for unbelievable; Missouri finds it unbelievable that he should still care about California, even after she had changed so drastically within such a short time. As she teaches him how to make a tie-dye t-shirt, he wonders if it's because he's had fifty years to get to learn how to love the new side of California just as much as he did before his world became irreparably changed by sunshine and activism. Either way, his hands are still stained blue now. Missouri groans as he looks down at them, as he thinks in annoyance; 'It's going to take forever to get this off...' 'It's worth it.' The little voice in his head tells him. Missouri surely doesn't doubt that much for a second.

V is for voting; "Are they always like this?" England questions as outside, the States are shouting and raving at the top of their lungs on America's front lawn. England can faintly hear political slogans shouted over the din, and looking out of the second-story window, he can see the States in two crowds; one dressed all in red, the other in blue. "Is… Is your daughter riding an elephant?!" America frowns at the other Nation and keeps watching the football game, and mostly ignores the question. "England, they're not actually my kids. I'm too young to be a parent." England startles as a balloon filled with blue paint collides with the window. "F**k!" He yells, and America takes it nonchalantly in his stride. "Don't worry, they only really ever get this bad for election years." The younger Nation chuckles. "You should have seen waht happened in 2000."

W is for west; the West is a very distinct bit of America's family. Although the meaning and grouping of the land known simply as "the West" had changed with the years as America had expanded from sea to shining sea; the West is just as a much a solid unit in the same way as the North and the South have ever been.

X is for xenophobia; or the hatred and fear of outsiders. Whenever England finds himself visiting America, if he's met by a State, he's sure to find his back riddled with angry glares. England frowns as he recieves yet another dirty look from American Samoa. "America, I don't think your children like me very much…" The younger Nation laughs heartily and slaps England on the back so hard that he almost falls over. "Of course they don't, Iggy! They hate you!" England sputters indignantly. "Well you could at least try to have some sort of tact about it!"

Y is for "You're serious?"; North Dakota looks incredulously at America from across the kitchen table. "Yeah, I'm serious. If you guys want, we can get you both separate houses in each of your own states." South Dakota just stares at his "father" in disbelief. "Dad, we like sharing a house." The Southern twin continues, "If we didn't, we wouldn't be here." North Dakota speaks up again as America frowns in confusion; "Besides, this helps cut down on the chores, no to mention the rent." North Dakota strums a guitar chord as he muses; "Anyway, wouldn't it be really hard to run a band out of two garages?"

Z is for Zen; something that Hawaii undeniably is. After all, living in the family that she does, and remaining sane enough to dispense koans to anyone who needs one is quite a feat of inner stability; how could she possibly anything but Zen? That, and when she meditates, she actually lifts off the ground sometimes. It's quite impressive.