A/N: WARNING!!!! The following characters' personalities are based off of stereotypes!!!! Also, I've changed Delaware's age from 16 to 18.

New York's POV:
New Jersey paced back and forth, his somewhat pale hand running through his curly blonde hair. His hazel eyes seemed to be filled with concern, which was a rare sight for the usually snobbish state. I couldn't help but roll my eyes at my younger brother's anxiety. I mean sure, we were all scared for big brother, he tried to commit suicide! But freaking out wasn't going to do anything!

"Michael calm down, worrying your butt off isn't going to help anybody!" I snapped, my Brooklyn accent making my words sound harsher than intended. New Jersey, or Michael as he was more commonly called by us states, glared at me, his usually warm hazel eyes stiff and cold. "Shut up Jack, you can't tell me what to do!" he growled. I rolled my eyes and sighed.

"Daniel and Ryan will be back any minute, okay? Calm down. Everything's going to be fine," I said. Michael looked at me warily before beginning to pace again. My fingers tapped the arm of the couch I was sitting in and I looked around the room. Ryan and Daniel had called an emergency meeting for all of the original 13 colonies, which happened rarely, so we were all in the room. I looked at each of my siblings in turn, observing them silently.

Georgia (Allison) had her raven-black hair pulled up into a tight bun, framing her slightly tan face. Her dark eyes were sparkling behind her glasses as she was engrossed in a book, her mouth occasionally twitching in a smile or frown. She wore a long, plain white dress that wasn't too flashy or elegant, but still could pass as sophisticated, and her familiar gold cross necklace hung around her neck.

Next to her sat my brother Connecticut, a.k.a Joseph. I snickered as he tried to look over Allison's shoulder and at the book she was reading. His brown eyes sparkled with mischief as she huffed and snapped the book closed, making his blonde hair and black t-shirt ruffle slightly. He rolled his eyes and got up, probably to poke in someone elses business.

I turned my attention to others. South Carolina (Thomas) and New Hampshire (Alona) were in a heated discussion. Thomas was talking in a harsh whisper so I couldn't understand him, but he was using wide hand gestures and had animated expressions on his pale face. His usually slicked-back black hair was ruffled along with his red pinstripe suit. Alona was listening with a bored expression on her coffee-brown face. She tapped her fingers impatiently and her gray eyes sparked with annoyance. Occasionally she would snap at him in Algic, a Native American language, to 'shut up'. I chuckled softly.

North Carolina (David) watched the two with amusement in his golden eyes. That's right, golden. He had the long, curly black hair to match. A smile graced his lips as Thomas gave a loud huff and turned away from Alona.

Massachusetts, or Megan, caught me staring at her and glared at me, her sea green eyes filled with annoyance. Ignoring the glare, I continued to study her. She wore her usual outfit, which consisted of a pair of blue jeans and an aqua blue blouse. Her brown hair hung down around her in wisps.

Maryland (Nick) was ignoring all of the commotion and was focusing on his phone screen. The light reflected from the screen and onto his glasses, making it impossible to see his green eyes. His brown hair was tossed in a quiff which clashed strangely with his plain black and white suit.

And finally, there was Virginia, a.k.a Samuel. He sat up straight and tall in the middle of it all, having an almost regal look about him. His blue eyes were cold and as hard as ice, but had a hint of warmth. Golden rimmed glasses sat on the bridge of his nose. Dirty blonde hair hung around his face in jagged, straight locks. Like me, he observed all of the others in the room, occasionally shaking his head and sighing at their behavior.

"Stalking everybody again?" Rhode Island (Patrick) said, giggling a bit. I snapped out of my trance and looked down at him with a slight glare. "It's not stalking, i-it's...it's observing!" I huffed defensively. Patrick rolled his eyes and hopped up next to me on the couch, swinging his little legs absentmindedly. His glasses were replaced by contacts today, which was a bit strange to me. He always wore his glasses.

"Looks like everybody's here," Delaware, or Daniel, said as he and Pennsylvania (Ryan) walked in. Samuel got to his feet so that Daniel could sit. Everyone's eyes turned to the two twins when they entered the room. Daniel sat down, slightly uncomfortable with being the center or attention. He held up a leather notebook for all of us to see.

"As you all know, Alfred has been going through a lot lately after Vicktor's death. I found this in his room after he tried to commit suicide. It's his journal." Whispers erupted in the room as Daniel finished his sentence. Michael and I exchanged an uneasy glance before turning back to Daniel. But this time, surprisingly, Ryan spoke up. "Daniel has read Alfred's journal, and has concluded that Alfred's been going through a lot more than he lets on. So, Daniel has decided we all should read it," he said. More whispers.

"How exactly is this going to help Alfred?" Megan piped up, raising an eyebrow at Daniel and Ryan. "Isn't it obvious? If we read the journal, we'll know how to help him!" Patrick said, getting to his feet. It didn't make much of a difference since he was so short,but everyone turned to him just the same. He swallowed before continuing.

"I was at the meeting the day Vicktor died. Alfred had great ideas, but he was put down every time. But he kept right on smiling. But it was fake. There's a much bigger picture here that we need to understand, and reading his journal will help." The other thirteen, including me, stared at him in shock.

"I guess that settles it. Who's reading first?" Samuel said.