The United States of Hetalia

Chapter 21 *Maryland's POV*

When America told us that this meeting would be kinda like a party, I expected you know- A party. Or at least booze. And maybe some cute guys. I wished I could be back home, eating some good food. Crab maybe, that was always good. I slumped into a chair next to Maine, who glared at me with somewhat distaste.

"Gooooooood, this whole thing is such a drag, huh?" I laughed, glancing at her.

"I don't know, I've been enjoying myself… I haven't gotten to see Arthur yet though, I wanted to show him what I've learned."

"Right… now which one is "Arthur" again?" I asked. Not that I really cared.

"Oh, nobody special, just the one who started this country." She snapped.

"So… England, right? Arthur is a geeky sounding name for a geeky guy like him."

"Can't you at least show a little respect?" she sounded ticked off, but that only made it so much more fun to mess with her.

"Why should I? That jerk tried to keep us from getting our independence!"

"Not that we really needed it…"

"Did you see all the crazy taxes he was putting on us?" I frowned, sitting up a little.

"Which were lower than even his own people's taxes you know…"

"Yeah, well…" I growled. "What do you know? You're hardly even a real state, you were only even separated from your brother because of Missouri." I stood up, walking away to find someone else to talk to. She looked a little bit hurt, but it wasn't like I even felt bad or anything. Like, at all. I just went to the other side of the room and sat down with someone else who looked a little bit like France, only not really. I grunted and he glanced at me, looking away from the chick he was talking to. At least, it kinda looked like a chick. It could've been a guy. They both had long hair, one of them was blonde and the other one had brown hair. I gave them a wave and glared at Maine from across the room, half listening to their conversation.

Chapter 22 *Austria's POV*

I'd been looking for Hungary again when Spain pulled me to the side, pointing at two young boys that were walking through the crowd of people.

"Aren't they just the cutest?" he squeaked. I glanced at them for a moment and then looked back at him.

"No, they aren't. I think one of them screamed in my face earlier…"

"They remind me of Italy and Romano~" he laughed, watching them in the oh-so-stalkery way he had.

"Those brats are nothing like them. Just look at them." I frowned, glancing at him again. He obviously wasn't listening. "If those two were mine, there would be no way they'd act like that…"

"Hey, that's not a bad idea!"

"What?"

"It'd be just like old times, we can each take one! Wouldn't that be fun?" We stared at each other for a moment before I flicked him on the nose and walked away, hoping to find Hungary this time.

"I am not agreeing to that." I mumbled.
"Aw, come on!" he laughed. I looked back to see that he was following me.

"Speaking of the Italy's, why don't you go find them? I'm sure Romano is just dying to see you…" he sighed, giving me a nod and then prancing off in another direction. I rolled my eyes, bumping into someone.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't-"

"It's alright sir." I looked up. I'd bumped into Hungary, who was the last person I would have expected but was a lucky surprise. She had been talking to a girl with an Alligator, granted it didn't have more than a few teeth for safety reasons but I couldn't help wanting to get away from the thing.