A/N: Thank you for taking the time to read my story. I would just like to say that yes, I am indeed from Texas, and yes, I support it seceding. But that is not why I wrote this story, I've just had this idea for months and it won't get out of my brain. :) So please, if you can, take the time to review it. I don't care how you review it, in fact if you criticize me I'll take it to heart and try to improve whatever mistakes I make. So, thank you for reading, and I hope y'all enjoy! I used google translate...so any mistakes that are made language-wise can not be fixed by moi. xD And please do not mind the little bit of slang Texas will have. As I said, I am from Texas...so whatever slang she has is something that either me or my family says. It doesn't have to make sense, haha. ;)

Location of world meeting: Washington DC, United States of America.

Date: January third, 2014.

Time: Ten thirty A.M. Sharp.

Current time: Ten thirty-five.

"Where is he?"

"He's-a late, what a good-a first impression on-a the world."

"How do you know he's a boy? What if she is a girl?"

"I don't, I just-a think this person would-a not appreciate me calling him or her an it."

The countries' representatives spoke quietly to one another in anticipation for the new country's arrival. No one knew this person aside from dear America, who refused to speak to anyone about it. Not even England could persuade the American to speak, and every time he tried it always ended in a door slamming so hard that it broke off of its hinges.

Rumors had spread around the world over the past few weeks on how poor America's little states had decided to rebel against his laws and demands, a few going so far as to threaten to begin another civil war. Some agreed with America's decisions, and other completely and utterly opposed them. None of the states did proclaim war, knowing that it was futile, but the tension between the states and their leader had grown so thick you could practically cut it with a knife.

The countries around the world had grown suspicious of America's well-being months before, but none of them had any proof to back them up. America had begun to show signs of civil strife, which fueled the suspicion, and everyone had started to wonder if maybe all of his past mistakes had finally come back to bite him. He never missed meetings (they were mandatory), but over the past few months he began to cease his complaints towards them. In fact, over time he had grown extremely quiet instead of being the loud-mouthed blond everyone knew him to be. A few countries had actually pointed out quietly that they had seen America take quite a few aspirins every few meetings, which was very rare for a country to do since they did not get sick. The only way a country would ever need medicine of any kind, would be if that country was experiencing problems in his or her actual country or its people.

At one point in the world meeting that had been held sometime before the end of November, Italy had brought up an idea about how to solve Syria's problems, which involved a rather muscular superhero and pasta. Alfred spoke up at that moment, but instead of agreeing and adding his own absurd ideas, he glared Italy down and claimed that his idea was childish and idiotic (surprising everyone in the room).

Nobody knew for sure what civil strife America had been experiencing, but they could guess at how bad and troublesome it must have been.

That is...until Christmas Eve, in the year two-thousand and thirteen.

Rumors spread immediately around the world after America's Worldbook post exactly five minutes before Christmas day. Everyone always looked forward to seeing each others' posts on Christmas, especially America and Finland's. However, instead of seeing a happy, joyful, Christmas-filled post, they opened their laptops to find one rather melancholy sentence.

"I always hated odd numbers, but I suppose I'll have to get used to it now that I only have 49 states. Merry Christmas everyone, spend it with your loved ones."

Nobody knew which state had seceded, but they each planned on finding out at the first world meeting of the year two-thousand and fourteen. As time went by while they waited for the new country to arrive, each country began watching America and his reactions.

His head was lying on his arms, which were folded atop the large round table in the meeting room. He currently sported a dark green sweater instead of his usual bomber's jacket, and everyone noticed that he was no longer wearing his glasses. None of the countries, except for a few, really cared about America all that much, especially not Russia. However, each of them understood his pain, and at one point each had tried offering some sort of consolation. Russia had even offered America some of his ice cream, but America had turned it down much to everyone's dismay.

"Vell, ve can't exactly start ze meeting vithout everyone," Germany spoke up after a moment of silence. "Does anyone have any ideas on vhere zis new country might be?"

Everyone shook their heads, and America remained silent. Slowly, Mexico raised his hand much to everyone's surprise. If he knew something, why had he not said anything before?

Germany raised an eyebrow, "Ja? Do you have any ideas, Mexico?"

Mexico sighed slowly, "Well, she's probably trying to get past security. She's never late for anything, señor."

"Wait, you know this new country, mi amigo?" Spain spoke up at Mexico's comment, raising a curious eyebrow.

"Si, España," Mexico said, before smirking slightly. "So do you."

Spain frowned in confusion, and began to speak when England interrupted, "Who is it? Is it Virginia?"

Of course, England would call out one of the few states he had actually met before.

America groaned and lifted his head up in annoyance, "Virginia would never..."

His voice faltered, and his eyes began to tear up slightly. Of course, he did not cry, but everyone could tell he was in emotional pain.

America's head lowered once more, "It's not Virginia."

"Well then who is it-?"

Everyone froze when a gunshot was heard throughout the building, followed by some muffled yells. Veneziano squealed and clung to Romano at the sound, while everyone else looked around confused.

"What on earth...?" England muttered.

"Ah, si..." Mexico smiled awkwardly. "Security...she's never liked it."

"What?" England asked in confusion, before another gunshot was heard, except closer than before.

Footsteps were heard running towards the conference room at an alarming rate, and everyone held their breaths in anticipation and slight fear. Switzerland began to move in front of Liechtenstein, Germany stood and folded his arms as he stared at the door, and America did not move a muscle.

The door slammed open, revealing a rather dishevelled security guard, and he immediately ran behind Germany in fear, "She's gone insane! Save me!"

"GET BACK HERE YOU YANKEE!" a feminine yell was heard throughout the building.

"Vhat is going on here?" Germany demanded.

"Oh...no you didn't," Mexico stood up suddenly, eyes wide. "How did you manage to take her gun?"

Everyone looked at the rather shiny six-shooter in the guard's hands, and he shook in fear, "Guns aren't allowed in the building...so I tried taking it from her, but she wouldn't let me, and she started yelling at me about rights or whatever, and so for about five minutes we tried taking it from her by force, but she's really really strong, and-"

"Okay ve get it! Dummkopf..." Germany muttered, silencing the man.

"Wait...so you managed to tomar su arma, and now you are awaiting your oncoming death?" Mexico asked. "If I were you, I'd drop the gun now amigo, and run for your life. I speak from personal experience."

"GIVE. ME. MY. GUN!"

Footsteps were heard coming towards the room, and soon a figure appeared in the doorway. Everyone flinched at the rather angry red aura surrounding the figure, and almost did not notice who exactly they were staring at.

She was a young woman, neither short nor tall, and had long, curly, brown hair flowing down her back. She was wearing long dark blue jeans, and had such a thick coat that she nearly resembled an Inuit. She was wearing dark brown cowboy boots, obviously made out of real genuine leather, and on her head she was wearing a black cowboy hat. Her skin was surprisingly pale, but not so much as Germany's, instead only slightly darker than America's. Her eyes were dark brown, and if looks could kill, the security guard would have been a pile of mush on the ground.

The guard squealed in fear, earning a few snickers from random countries.

"...Texas?" England muttered, before smacking his head. "Of course, I'm such a bloody idiot."

"Aye, ye are..." Scotland muttered.

"Oh, come off it!" England groaned.

Texas ignored England, and instead reached her hand out towards the security guard slowly (not minding Germany), "I promise I won't kill you if you give me my gun back. Now."

"But miss...it's mandatory not to have any weapons-"

"NOW."

"Miss, I'm going to have to a-ask you to stand d-down...and l-let me pass. Y-your gun will be returned to you a-after the m-meeting," the guard stuttered, eyes wide in fear.

Texas stood there, eyes wide in anger, and rigid as a board. After a moment of disbelief, she began shaking in anger.

"Aye aye aye..." Mexico muttered, facepalming his head.

"Oh...I am gonna come up all OVER YOU-"

Texas was held back by a rather annoyed American, who held her with his arms around her waist tightly. Everyone blinked at his swiftness, as he seemed to have experience holding her back. Texas groaned in disapproval, hitting his arms in frustration. After failing in her attempts (though she did managed to get a few flinches from America), she turned her head slowly.

"Alfred...let go," she muttered.

Everyone stared with wide eyes as she spoke his real name. For a country to speak the other's real name, showed that they had an intimate relationship. Not necessarily sexual, but a true and genuine friendship. Lithuania and Poland used each others' names on occasion, showing that they were indeed good friends. So, the fact that Texas, who had just seceded from America, had just used America's real name, came as a slight shock to the other countries. Alfred, however, merely blinked nonchalantly as though nothing had happened.

"No. You need to let him take your gun, you'll get it back," America said through narrowed eyes. "Quit being a baby, and just deal with it."

"America, it's my gun," Texas complained, folding her arms as America let her go slowly seeing that she had calmed down. "Nobody, and I mean nobody is allowed to take my gun. I want it back, now."

America rolled his eyes in annoyance, "Look at Switzerland! He doesn't get to keep his gun, and you don't see him complaining like a baby!"

"Do I look like Switzerland to you? Huh? No! So give me my gun back!"

America rubbed his head, "Texas please-"

"No! America, I need that gun!"

"Why? So you can kill people?" America demanded, glaring daggers at her. "Or maybe so you can just injure them instead!"

Texas froze, her eyes moving down to America's right shoulder. They lingered there, and her throat constricted slightly. Her eyes narrowed dangerously as she looked back up, but her eyes shined with tears that had not been there before. She refused to let them fall, and instead her hands balled into fists so tight that her knuckles began to turn white.

"No. I need my gun so I can protect people," she said quietly.

"Who have you been protecting lately?" America sneered, before turning on his heel and storming back over into his chair.

Texas glared at him without another word, and turned to the guard, "Look, please just give me my gun. I'm not one to waste good bullets, so you don't have to worry about me usin' it."

The guard breathed in and out shakily, before slowly handing the gun back, deciding his life was worth it. Texas snatched it back quickly, and tucked it into its holder underneath her coat. The guard ran away quickly, and she glared daggers at his back the entire way.

"Thank you," she muttered, before sitting down in the empty seat besides Mexico.

Everyone stared at her both out of curiosity and fear, but she tried hard to ignore them. Her hands were folding across her chest, and her hat was tipped down slightly to shield her eyes from view. She leaned back in her chair, and pretended that she was unimpressed with everything and everyone.

"Eh...¡Hola Texas!" Mexico said with a small smile.

Texas' head turned towards him slowly, "Callate idiota."

Mexico sighed with an eye role, hoping to lift her spirits a bit, "Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Si?"

Texas growled at him in annoyance, while Mexico sighed. It was obvious he was used to this.

"Vell...everyone is here, so I guess ve should start ze meeting, ja?" Germany said clearing his throat.

Germany began speaking about the worldly affairs, and soon everyone began to stop staring at Texas and start 'listening' to Germany. During the ten minute break for lunch, a few of the countries began asking Texas questions. A few asked where she lived, and others asked how she knew Spanish. She seemed a tad friendlier than before, now that her gun had been returned to her side. However, she would deny it if any of them when they asked if she and Mexico were friends. It seemed to everyone else that they held a rocky relationship, neither hating nor liking one another.

None of the other countries dared to ask her about their history together, especially after the incident with her gun. They figured that with time, she might open up a bit more, and they might know her better. She seemed a tad nervous, not that she would admit it. Plus, after the way America seemed to be acting, everyone could only guess at what had actually happened between them. No one really thought that the revolution of her country would have bothered her, seeing that she was now free.

"Alright, Texas," Germany began once America had finished his short speech on how he still could not pay back any of his debts. "Since you are new here, zere probably is not much for you to say... However, it is necessary for you to state yourself as a country during your first meeting, so everyone vill know zat if they try to invade, you have ze right to proclaim var."

Texas nodded, and stood up slowly. She reached up and took off her hat, placing it down on the table out of habit. Her brown eyes stared at everyone, including America who was staring at her with a blank expression. Her face was hard, and her eyes showed that despite her young age, she had still experienced enough hardships to know what she was doing. Her eyes showed no fear, and pure determination.

"I hereby announce the reconstitution of The Republic of Texas," she announced clearly, her voice filled with power and bravery.

"And who do you appoint as its representative?" Germany asked scribbling on a piece of paper furiously.

"Me. Samantha Kirkland."

"Kirkland?"

"Wait...who is she?"

"Which Kirkland?"

"She's kidding, right?

Germany paused in his writing to stare at her, but seeing that she was indeed being serious, continued writing down her name. He put the papers inside of a folder, and handed them to Texas.

"Present zem to your boss, und he will know vhat to do," Germany said.

Texas nodded, "Thank you, kindly."

Mexico snickered at her slang, to which she glared at. He knew that her polite nature tended to show when she was nervous, and he could not help but think that it was cute. Cute, as in just plain adorable.

Nobody noticed Mexico take hold of her hand in consolation underneath the table when she sat back down.

Nobody, except America.