Hetalia: The Fifty Stars

Prologue: The Meeting

Warning: Over fifty crazy characters therefore cursing, violence, and sensitive topics will be mentioned. As a precaution, some of the sensitive topics are political in order to further show differences of the characters, so please do not spur one's political views or have political arguments when commenting. You've been warned.

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'What am I doing here?'

That was Delaware's first thought when waiting for the meeting to begin. Behind that sentence: boredom, disgust, and overwhelming disappointment.

The board room was filled with fifty people, the oldest at 22 and the youngest at 15, who all "neatly" gathered around a long, glass table. It was a miracle all fifty came on time. Rarely was Alabama here on time as he commonly overslept. Unfortunately, the meeting was unable to start due to the hostess who surprisingly isn't here yet.

Without that important person, chaos had already begun in the room. One was already vlogging on their latest iPhone, telling her audience behind the screen how bored they were in a valley girl attitude. Another one had already dosed off in a puddle of drool, being told off by another state to wake up and clean up the mess they've made. One young man pulled out a small, silver flask when another man grabbed the sketchy container, angrily bashing on the culprit not to drink in the room. One woman argued with another over politics. Ugh, politics... And then there's Texas who couldn't give a fuck about the meeting.

Anyway, welcome to the meeting where all fifty states of America, including Washington D.C., come together to talk about domestic and foreign issues the nation is facing today. They meet every year at the capital to solve these problems, however, they have yet to solve anything. Whatever meeting number this was, it starts out and ends the same as always. Pointless distractions. Arguments that go nowhere. Off-topic conversations. Cursing. Tantrums. Throwing shit sometimes. In the end, nothing gets done. A typical meeting as usual.

"Delaware, have you heard from D.C.?" a woman with chocolate-colored hair in a bun asked her fellow state with worry.

Delaware sighed, "Nothing, Pennsylvania. I have no idea where she is or why she's late." The state had little confidence on where this meeting is heading, glancing to his left to see Idaho arguing with Iowa over corn and potatoes. Off-topic conversations, check.

"How strange. D.C. is usually never this late," Penny pondered upon the whereabouts of the missing capital. "How about you, Maryland? Any word from her?" she questioned the fellow state with olive blonde hair across a few seats from her.

Her neighbor's pale blue eyes turn to where Penny was, responding with a frown and a shrug before turning her attention to another state who adorned long, luxurious brown hair and dove grey eyes.

"Great. What do we do now? We're suppose to start this meeting ten minutes ago," Delaware grumbled while watching the chaos unfold in front of him.

"Then why don't you start this meeting?" she suggested.

Delaware reacted in disbelief. "Me? Why me? I don't want to be the one to handle this!" He disputed the idea of leading a bunch of misfits to act with civility on national issues. It was like asking a bunch of kittens to sit still. It's not going to work.

Out of the blue, a wrench flew across the table, hitting Wisconsin on the forehead by accident. The poor state was wincing in pain as Minnesota tended to her neighbor's growing, red bump on their forehead. She scolded the two midwestern states involved to cut the act. Sadly, her scolding went unnoticed. Ohio ducked under the table, cursing his attacker before receiving a wrench to the head by Michigan. More furious screams followed before Penny got back to the subject at hand.