YOU HAVE WHAT!?

The Return of the World Meeting Intruders

The nations stared at the two states who had just landed on Germany who was now groaning in pain. Meanwhile, the state on the right that had been identified as Arizona was now smiling awkwardly at the grown nations in front of her and said, "This isn't the bathroom?" while the other one was facepalming and muttering something about timing. 

"YOU!" Germany said as he managed to pull himself up and stared at the two girls standing on top of his stomach which I assume isn't the most pleasant experience. 

"YOU!" Arizona cried as a rock randomly materialized in her hand and she chucked it at Germany's head as the girl in the blue skirt slid off and did another facepalm about her sister's actions. 

"What was that for?" Germany cried as he pushed the state off him before standing up grumbling about America's children not having any manners whatsoever and how have they not killed themselves yet.

"I don't like you," Arizona shrugged as she picked herself off the grass she had fallen on. 

Remembering what her brother had said to him, he scrunched up his face at her. "Oh and why is that?"

"Well, Papa always tells us how stern and strict you are all the time. Do you even know how to have fun?" Arizona asked. 

Germany's face now looked like he had been sucking on a very sour lemon the longer he stared down at the short-haired state which somehow worsened when Prussia spoke, "That's what I keep telling him, fraulein." 

"Prussia! You're supposed to be on my side," Germany said to his older brother.

Prussia laughed, "I'm sorry, Bruder, but all the stress you put on yourself isn't good for you."

"Is it so wrong that I want people to act like adults when it comes to the fate of the planet instead of people throwing paintings at each others' heads?" Germany asked. Sure, he knew he wasn't exactly the world's fun guy (that title belongs to Italy if he was being honest), but his people depended on him to make the right decisions so he didn't have time to goof off. He couldn't afford to let them down. Not again. 

"That happened?" the other girl in the yellow poncho asked her father.

"Yeah, China flipped a table before ripping a painting off the wall before flinging it at my head. Corner first," America said in a nonchalant voice. 

"Well...that's disturbing," the girl replied. "But then again I guess we can't really judge since the last time we had a state meeting the California's and Washington threw Oregon out the second-story window."

"I'm sorry what?" Germany said turning away from his staring contest with Arizona.

"Yeah. And they call me violent," Arizona continued.

"You are violent, Aldonza," the other girl said with her hand on her hip which earned her a scowl from the other one. "Ugh, why did God curse me to be the most normal out of my siblings, full or otherwise?" she muttered.

"And who are you, chiquita?" Spain asked. He had actually been waiting to properly meet the two since he realized their resemblance to his adopted little brother.

  "Me?" The elder one said pointing at herself in shock to which Spain nodded. "Oh, I'm New Mexico or Josefina Jones."

"New Mexico?" Spain asked and she nodded. "Well, you do look just like Mexico when he was young and cute. You know before he became like America and rebelled against me."

"Uh...excuse you first of all," America said in an offended voice. 

"Also, mama (Mexico: I am a man!) told me living under you was like living under a dictatorship especially when Señor France ruled over you. He also said that whenever he missed Bible studies when you were around, you would lock him in a prayer closet," New Mexico said in a blatant monotone.