Edit 7-8-12: The sequel is up! The Loophole Conspiracy has its first chapter up under my profile. Go check it out!

Original Title of thic chapter: The Shit Hit's The Fan

To make this clear: My. Hand. Hurts. Like. All. Hell. Yeah I've been typing a lot this past week since ideas came (And went) so my wrist hurts! Anywho, this is the last chapter for this story as if I continued, it wouldn't be centered around the Trio as much. Were introduced to Texas, Massachusetts (Did I just misspell it again ), New York, and Virginia here as well as seeing the lovely Louisiana again. So without furthur distractions: Read.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia charries, just my OC's and the plot idea. If I did I so would make the states canon. :D

Arizona flinched as she glanced between her Dad and her brothers. "He looks really, really pissed." She whispered, her comment making New Mexico roll his eyes at her.

"Te lo dije!" he hissed back.

"Erm…" The three turned their attention to a tall blue eyed blond guy who looked very uncomfortable and slightly annoyed as he spoke in a German accent. "Who are you?" The three shared a look.

"I told you Germany would be blond and blue eyed." Oklahoma nearly smacked her upside the head.

"We've got bigger fish to fry right now sis." They had two choices and neither of them were good: Lie like hell with whatever BS came to mind or spill the beans and leak out a secret that'd been hidden before America was officially a country.

"Uhh…well-y'see its…aw hell how do I explain it?"

"We got lost looking for the bathroom, my sister has worse directional skills than an Austrian." Quickly butted in New Mexico before Arizona could continue.

"HEY!" hissed Arizona, aiming a kick at him.

"I do have directional skills!" shouted a brown haired man with a mole on his chin. This earned a couple of chuckles from the nations.

"Betcha five that's Austria." Whispered New Mexico, rolling his eyes.

"Well duh although he looks kind of like Penn*."

"Wait hold on. Is that who I think it is?" said an eerily familiar voice.

"Mierda." Said Arizona and New Mexico in perfect synchrony at the same time Mexico parted through the crowd with a gleeful look on his face.

"¡Lo es! New Mexico~! Arizona~! You've returned to me~!" The two tweens were then tackled by the country, furthering the shock and confusion of his fellow nations (Except the growingly pissed America, laughing Cuba, and who knows what Canada was doing he's invisible).

"Like hell we did! Get off before I shoot you in the ass!"

"Get your hands off them Mexico!" yelled Oklahoma, standing up.

"Tranquilo muchacho francés."

"Appelez-moi français à nouveau et ainsi m'aider à Dieu je vais te botter le cul de retour vers l'enfer!" Arizona whistled.

"Gee, even I can't make him so pissed he yells in French. Another reason to hate your guts you damn Mexican!"

"That's enough!" interrupted America before Mexico could comment, startling everyone with his dead serious voice and slightly-okay really pissed off face.

"A-America, do you know them?" asked England, looking a bit more than stunned. All Mexico did was slyly grin and tighten his grip on the two, making New Mexico try to kick him.

"What is it América? Afraid your little states like me more than you?"

"Don't put words into our mouths you son of a-"

"Let them go Mexico."

"Hmpf. Multa." He dropped them, making the two hit the hard floor pretty, for lack of a better word, hard*. Arizona and New Mexico scrambled back up, rubbing the back of their heads as they glared daggers at Mexico.

"Wait-aru! States?" yelled China, raising an eyebrow. America sighed before smiling what looked like a pretty nervous and fake grin.

"Yeah…states. They're some of my states; Oklahoma," Oklahoma grimaced but gave a slight wave. "-New Mexico," New Mexico shyly smiled. "-and Arizona." She scowled, taking an extra step away from Mexico as she dug in her pocket belt for something. Everyone just stared and Oklahoma gulped.

"Well hey totally great meeting you and all but…uh…"

"LOOK A DISTRACTION!*" Arizona suddenly butted in, pointing at something behind the nations at the same time the three made a mad dash to the door. Before they could bolt like bats out of hell, the door burst open making them back off.

"Oh crap…Tex…" the three muttered in perfect synchronization at the sight of the person in the doorway. In walked in a nearly identical copy of America, only missing Nantucket and having a dusty cowboy hat on his head. He also had an old shot gun attached in a sling across his back and a very pissed off look on his face.

"Texas~!" shouted Mexico, leaping to tackle the maybe seventeen, eighteen year old. A tiny fearful look crossed over Texas' face at the same time he swung the gun around and cocked it, pointing directly at the black haired man.

"Get away Mex or I'll shoot ya with or without Pa's permission!" he yelled, trying to put on a serious face to hide his fear and probable anger at his former caretaker. Mexico stopped mid-leap and fell back onto the ground, pouting.

"Aww…do you still have that grudge over the Alamo?"

"Take another step and so help me!" Two heads poked around Texas' knees, staring wide eyed at all the people in the room.

"You brought Hawaii and Alaska with you?" asked New Mexico, raising an eyebrow at him.

"Would you honestly leave them with California, Utah and Nevada?" There was no hesitation in the states response.

"Nope." America looked torn between being angry and laughing his ass off at the scene unfolding in front of him.

"Ve~! Germany! Where is the distraction, I can't find it!" Arizona nearly smacked her forehead. Obviously some nations were not as bright as others. Germany rested a hand on Italy's shoulder, shaking his head before turning back to the states.

"What is going on? How did you all get in here?" Texas was the one to reply, never taking his eyes off Mexico.

"Your security guards downstairs were going nuts looking for those three apparently, so we just walked in." All eyes turned back to the trio, making them fidget under the scrutiny.

"I told you we shouldn't have climbed in through the window…" muttered Oklahoma, glaring out of the corner of his eyes at Arizona.

"How was I suppose to know it was the security office?"

"You're the one who watches all those action movies, you should have known!" Hawaii took the tiny lull in chaos to slide around from behind Texas and run over to America, reaching her arms up at him.

"Daddy!" He gently smiled at her, lifting her up to hug her in his arms.

"Hey baby girl, I'm guessing you've had an exciting day huh?" Hawaii nodded, grinning.

"Mhm! First big brother Tex couldn't find big brothers New Mexico and Oklahoma or big sister Arizona so he got really worried and tried to find them. Big brother Cali posted on Facebook that they were missing and scary big brother Del showed up!"

"You told DELAWARE we were gone?"

"What was I suppose to do, lie to him? You could have been kidnapped for all we knew!"

"That didn't mean you had to sic the thirteen on us! Del's scary enough without having to be pissed as well!" Oklahoma shivered at the thought of the Napoleon sized man that most of the states called older brother.

"Delaware let you come here with Alaska and Hawaii?" asked America, gently putting Hawaii back on the ground to scoop up Alaska into a hug.

"Well…not exactly…"

"Big Brother Del started calling every state to see if Big Brothers New Mexico and Oklahoma or Big Sister Arizona was there but everyone kept saying no. Then Mr. Tony showed up and said you were in Germany and Big Brother Tex got really mad and started yelling in Spanish. Big Brother Del said to wait so that the thirteen could have a meeting on what to do but Big Brother Tex got more mad and went ahead with Big Sister Louisiana and was going to drop us off, but the only siblings nearby were Big Brothers Cali and Utah and Nevada. So, he took us with him."

"You are such a tattletale Mini Commie…" muttered the Texan, glaring at the innocently smiling Alaska.

"You left…without Del's permission…" Arizona burst out laughing, clutching her sides as she tried not to fall over.

"My God! I knew that rebel was still in ya!" Texas scowled, not looking anyone in the eye.

"No one could find you three anywhere. We knew you weren't in the US and…" he trailed off. New Mexico smiled.

"You were worried about us weren't you?" The lone star state exploded.

"Yeah for God's sake I was alright! Jeez!"

"Wait." America interrupted before Tex could go on a rant. "You said you came with Louisiana right? Where is she?"

"Uhh…" The highly abused door behind them was slammed open by a very pissed off Louisiana, who looked like fire could come out of her mouth at any moment.

"WHERE IS PETITE?" she half screamed/half hissed. Arizona, New Mexico and Oklahoma all pointed immediately at Russia, who was still fighting with the hell cat with his pipe. The fight stopped the moment the ticked off Cajun saw them, Russia still holding the black cat by the scruff. She charged at him and the former Soviet Union dropped the cat, actually shaking in fear.

All of the nations watched, stunned, as the black haired girl leaned down and scooped up the cat, it purring and practically cooing in her arms. "Oh my poor baby! What did those mean people do to you?" Oklahoma turned to Arizona, nudging her with his arm.

"Told you. La Révolution française." France jerked his head to the boy, eyes wide at the mention of his revolution.

"Frogs…" New Mexico rolled his eyes.

"You aren't even British!"

"Thank God, America is so much cooler!" Oklahoma smacked his forehead (If he keeps doing that it's going to leave a permanent mark) and America nervously laughed again.

"Okay uh Louisiana, calm down."

"I am calm Père. So where are we again Tex?"

"Germany."

"Oh. Like potatoes and beer?"

"Yep and said country looks like he's going to strangle us."

"How'd ya find us anyway? We had to follow Dad to get to this place." Asked Arizona, leaning back on her ankles against the wall. Escape was going to be impossible, unless a really big distraction took place.

"Tony." Said both Tex and Louisiana at the same time. New Mexico's eyes were shining.

"¿Dónde está? Is Tony still here?"

"He didn't want to come in. Said something about 'fucking limey' whatever that is." England's eyebrow twitched.

"Bloody alien…"

"You know Tony?" asked New Mexico, smiling brightly at Britain who looked startled. The boy was looking at him with hopeful and inquisitive eyes. God they looked like America's only brown! The Englishman sighed.

"Yes I do." Shouts and several colorful curse words could be heard down the hall of the luckily open door that was falling off the hinges. Poor door. Everyone's eyes jerked back to the doorway and Germany groaned.

"Oh Gott…no more please…" Instead two figures entered the room, squabbling like a cat and dog. America looked ready to shove his head into a wall.

"Oh please. My Yankee's can beat the Sox any day of the week and you know it!" said the slightly taller one, his sunglasses at the edge of his nose as his northern, New York accent showed through. The other man, who looked eerily like England, rolled his eyes.

"Your just ashamed cause you know we'll kick your ass next time." He said, a slight Boston accent showing.

"As if Massachussets!" America cleared his throat, making the two look at him.

"Oh hey, we arrived and look; there's our quarry." Said apparently Massachussets, pointing at the trio.

"Hey! Not nice Mass!" hissed Arizona, looking ready to throw something at him.

"Chill Ari, he's just hissy* cause you three had the guts to break like Al's most sacred rule."

"And what is that?" questioned Russia, looking at America.

"Don't leave the nation without Pa's/Dad's/Al's permission." Said all nine states in the room, quoting it from memory apparently.

"New York, Massachusetts, what are you two doing here?" asked America, ignoring the looks the other countries were giving him. Most had gotten over the initial shock and were now slightly annoyed or curious at the states that kept showing up. New York shrugged, taking off his sunglasses to reveal nearly identical eyes to America's.

"Del couldn't reach Tex, and speak of the devil." The spiky blond haired twenty or so looking year old turned to the Lone Star state who'd luckily put his gun down a minute or so before the two arrived. "Dude, call Delaware or its going to be hell when you get back and by call I mean like now." Texas flinched, fishing his cell out of his pocket to dial the oldest state.

"Continue York." New York wrinkled his nose at the nickname, glaring at the smirking American. Massachusetts's wandered over to the table, sitting in a random chair as he muttered under his breath.

"Well Del is still on his man period right now-" America coughed, sending the New Yorker a 'there-are-children-present-here' look making him flinch. "What you know it's true!...but I digress. Del knew you three," He jerked his thumb to Arizona, Oklahoma, and New Mexico. "Were in Germany so we just winged it and he ordered me and Mister Bushy Brow's over there to track you guys down."

"Don't call me Bushy Brow's, you're the one that looks like he stuck a fork into a light socket with your ridiculous hair."

"I'll have you know this is all natural, you're just jealous cause I look hotter than you."

"YOU INSUFERABLE TWIT!" Massachusetts pounced onto New York, the two brawling on the floor.

"…and they're suppose to be more mature than us?" said Oklahoma, looking disdainful at the two's usual argument.

"Is Del on something? Why would he send you two together? He knows of your rivalry especially with it being baseball season!" complained America, sitting in the seat Massachussets had vacated a moment ago. The two paused in their fight.

"Well he did send Ginny with us but we ditched her somewhere in the city." It was silent as America took in the information.

"You left…Virginia…alone…in Berlin."

"Pretty much. She speaks German, she'll wing it."

"She is going to kill you." Said Louisiana, stepping into the conversation. Massachussets attempted to kick New York off of him but was put into a headlock instead.

"Hey be glad he sent us and not South Carolina. She'd likely strangle and then shoot everyone in the vicinity except maybe Tex." Speaking of the Texan, he was holding the phone out away from his ear as everyone could hear a rush of Dutch words from it.

"Are all of your states this…energetic America?" asked Japan, watching the two oldest states in the room fight on the floor.

"Pretty much, I think the only sane ones are maybe Maine and Indiana. Oklahoma's probably the sanest in here."

"Should I be taking that as a compliment?" whispered Oklahoma. Arizona shrugged, moving ever closer to the door, motioning slightly for the two to do the same. Just as they were about to make a run for it Texas reached out and snatched all three, somehow, by the scruffs of their shirts.

"Don't even think of it. No not you Delaware I was talking to the three…Look call Pa later alright. I'm not a diplomat, my foreign views are the same as Ari's…I'm hanging up Del." He pressed the call end button and put the phone back into his pocket, turning to look at them.

"Uhh…"

"You have the right to remain silent. I suggest you use it." Arizona pouted and looked down at the floor.

"Yeah I'd use it for yourself Tex." Said a female voice coming from right behind him. He jumped, dropping the three as he spun around to face a dirty blond haired woman glaring daggers at him.

"Ginny! Oh uh…shit…hi…Virginia…"

"Don't you dare 'hi Virginia' me Texas Austin Timothy Jones!"

"Ouch full name…"

"Do you realize the enormity of the situation that this is! I would kick your ass right now if Al wasn't here!"

"That's not stopping Mass and New York."

"That's those bloody northern states! Shit did I just say 'bloody'? Aww hell I hate being outside of America, I start talking in that old accent!" Virginia clutched at her temples, rubbing them soothingly.

"Hey Ginny. Nations, Virginia, Virginia, Nations." America said, motioning to one of his older states than back to the nations.

"Charmed. Truly." She turned to the trio, who had all sat on the floor. Escape was impossible if Virginia was there. "Now you three, what do you have to say for yourselves?"

"It's Tony's fault! He transported us to Dad who was on the plane to Germany! He should've transported us to his house."

"Hey no pointing fingers there Grand Canyon." Said New York, sitting on top of Massachusetts's back.

"Get off!" The Bay state finally succeeded in getting the New Yorker off of him, standing to brush himself off. "Arizona you three should have told Alfred you were on the plane not just hide out! Where were you all on that plane anyway, I thought we installed security cameras in it?"

"Where they were doesn't matter. Then you three get off the plane and wander around Berlin, just lucky enough to have seen Al and follow him. What if you guys hadn't had followed him?" They shared a guilty look, Oklahoma staring down at the floor.

"It…might've been bad…" he whispered, kicking at the floor with his foot.

"What if you'd gotten hurt? No one knew where you were, Al had no clue you'd tagged along and probably wouldn't have known you were missing until later on tonight when the meeting ended. Do you realize how much time that leaves open for you guys to have gotten hurt?"

"Sorry…we just…" started New Mexico, looking at Arizona.

"We just wanted to see Dad…then everything got out of control…" Virginia sighed, eyeing America.

"Don't think you aren't out of this either Al, this all started cause you haven't visited them in weeks." She turned back to the three, her gaze slightly softer.

"No one's really at fault here, you guys just reacted to what the situation gave you. We were just all really worried about you three. I had to tie South Carolina to a chair so that she wouldn't go down and declare war on Mexico for kidnapping you three. Even worse when she found out you were in Germany, God my head hurts thinking about it." She kneeled down and pulled all three into a hug, gently smiling.

"I guess we should say sorry…" muttered Arizona, which made Virginia smile.

"Next time just tell someone. You had a lot of people worried you know and you'll definitely have to apologize to California, he was actually hurt that you guys left him out of an adventure." Virginia stood back up, motioning for them to get up as well. "The plane doesn't leave for a couple of hours but they need to get back to their meeting so let's go." Texas nodded, looking over at Louisiana.

"Louisiana we're leaving, Pa do you want me to take Alaska and Hawaii back as well?" America shook his head.

"I'm going to have to excuse myself from the rest of the meeting. Sorry Germany but states come first." The German sighed but nodded.

"Not like we were getting much done anyway. I say we just end the meeting anyway. All in favor?" A chorus of 'aye's and a 'just let us go potato bastard' was heard. "Then meeting adjourned until next time." America reached down and scooped up Hawaii, holding the two youngest states in his arms.

"Don't make me come over there and break you two up." He said, walking past New York and Massachussets who had apparently started fighting again. The two stopped though at America;s threat.

"No need."

"Yes we both clearly remember you separating South Carolina and Pennsylvania when they got into that big fight."

"They were both drunk remember?" said Louisiana, Petite now happily situated on top of her head.

"Yeah…" Texas rolled his eyes. Arizona stood up, mumbling something under her breath. Virginia, used one hand to help Oklahoma up and the other to smack the girl in the back of the head.

"Ouch! Ginny that hurt! Stop watching so much NCIS*!" America laughed. The scene was so common around his kids.

"Not my fault it's effective. C'mon let's go." The tenth oldest state then led the three out of the room, followed by Texas and Louisiana with a still bickering New York and Massachussets.

"Umm…America?" The nation turned to look at England who was staring at him in concern. "Why…why didn't you tell us about them?" America shrugged.

"We all have our reasons for our own secrets I guess but I need to go and make sure Arizona doesn't attempt to set off any smoke balls to escape. Also, I need to hunt them down some food who knows when they last ate."

"Ahh yes well…" The older country looked genuinely flustered. "Another quick question. Just how many states do you have?" America smiled, looking slightly mischievous.

"Fifty but it might be fifty one if Puerto Rico becomes a state this year." He then promptly left the room, laughing at England's startled face.

"Fifty…AMERICA HOW THE BLOODY HELL DID YOU KEEP FIFTY PEOPLE A SECRET YOU GIT?" The only reply was more laughter. Germany sighed as most of the countries gathered their things to leave, chatting about America's 'little' secret.

"Why is it whenever America is involved, things become much more complicated than it should be…?"

One Week Later…

"I hate being grounded…" muttered Arizona, laying back on her bed as she tossed a ball up and down into the air. New Mexico was sitting in the desk chair, leaning over it boredly while Oklahoma laid on the other bed reading a book.

"No TV, no computer, and no McDonald's for a whole month!" muttered the Land of Enchantment, sighing.

"And Dad took all of my fireworks! Although I don't think he found my dynamite…" Oklahoma rolled his eyes, turning a page in the novel.

"Well we did break pretty much every rule in the book and several international ones as well."

"Still! No McDonalds? That's just torture!" Arizona tossed the ball at New Mexico who caught it in one hand. He dropped it onto the floor where it fell under Arizona's bed. Oklahoma paused from reading for a moment, looking at his siblings with a slightly sad look.

"I think I can handle the loss of the TV and McDonald's and computer and stuff. I just wish we had gotten to spend more time with the nations though, some of them looked really cool…" Arizona's eyes suddenly turned to a mischievous glimmer as she jumped up and off the bed. She snatched up California's cell phone that he had naïvely left on the kitchen table and turned it on. Oklahoma put the book down, watching her with narrowed eyes.

"I don't like that look Ari…what are you planning?" All she did was slyly smile as she punched in some numbers.

"You'll see."

Even I don't know what that chic's planning. :) Anyway, this is the actual end of this story {Unsure if I should write a sequel introducing every state since that's a bit cliché}. This was a lot of fun to write and I enjoyed all the reviews and favs and stuff! So, I guess see you next time since its likely Arizona's about to get the rest of the trio into a heap of trouble once again!

Te lo dije!- Told you so

Mierda- Shit

¡Lo es!- It is

Tranquilo muchacho francés- Basically it's 'shut up Frenchie'

Appelez-moi français à nouveau et ainsi m'aider à Dieu je vais te botter le cul de retour vers l'enfer!- Call me French again and I'll kick your ass back to hell

Multa- Fine

La Révolution française- The French Revolution

Père- Dad

¿Dónde está?- Where is he?

*Pennsylvania looks like Austria obviously (Doesn't act like it though).

*Cut me some slack I wrote that at like two in the morning when I had a cold.

*If anyone honestly knows where that quote is from, kudos to you!

*Hissy means cornered like a wet cat. I've been described as hissy before

*My sister's idea, when I described Ginny's personality and this scene she said Arizona should get a gibbs-slap at some point so…Gibbs-slap is copyrighted to NCIS *whoop!*