Disclaimer: Like, I like totes don't own Hetalia, or whatever…-Poland speak
Hello my readers! This is my new fan fiction, my second one, ever. I'm so happy to have made it to this wonderful checkpoint in my writing career. ToT
Without further ado, enjoy!
Chapter One: Hawaii's Question
"Virginia?" Virginia Kirkland Jones looked at her youngest sister, Hawaii, who was tugging on her skirt. It was Father's Day, and all the states were gathered at America's home, just like every year previous.
"Yes, dear?"
"If America is our papa, then who's our mama?" Virginia froze after hearing the question Hawaii innocently asked. Truthfully, she didn't know, had never thought to ask. She had always assumed the states just popped into existence, like countries. After all, there weren't many female countries, and as far as she knew, male countries couldn't have kids.
"Umm…Why don't you ask Papa that question?" Virginia was interested to hear what America's answer would be. It seemed ridiculous that no one had thought to question their parentage, and Virginia felt stupid for not having thought of it sooner.
"Okay!"
Hawaii jumped off of Virginia's lap and headed towards America, who was sitting at the head of the table, a silly little crown upon his head with the words World's Best Dad.
"DADDY!" America looked down to see his youngest child tugging at his pant leg.
"Aloha Hawaii! What can the hero do for his little princess?" America scooped up his daughter and placed her on his lap.
"IhadthisquestionandVirginiadidn'tknowtheanswerand …" Hawaii began talking extremely fast.
"Whoa there, young lady! Speak slowly!" America commanded "Now, start over, from the beginning."
"I had this question and Virginia didn't know the answer and she told me to come ask you, Daddy!" Hawaii smiled up at her father, pleased that she was able to say the whole thing in one breath.
"Okay, what's your question?"
"Ummm…" Hawaii scrunched up her face, trying to remember just what exactly her question was. "Oh, yeah! Daddy, if you're our Daddy, then who's our Mommy?"
The table suddenly became very quiet. The 49 other states all turned their eyes towards America, eager to hear the answer to Hawaii's question.
"…" America frantically scoured his mind for an answer. He couldn't tell them the truth, or could he? I mean, they were probably old enough, right? Hawaii was the youngest, and even she was over 50 years old. It couldn't hurt, and besides, what could possibly happen?
Yeah, the other countries didn't know about them, but still.
"…Erm… Well, guys…You all have different mothers…Ummm… Hawaii, your mom was native Hawaii. The first thirteen were England's…A couple of you were France's…Then there were the ones from Spain and, err, Mexico…Alaska's mom was that commie bastard Russia…and there were a couple of others that I…forgot." America rubbed his neck sheepishly as first a couple, then more and more incredulous/stunned/stupefied gazes met his own.
"America," Massachusetts began, "Why in the blazes are you just getting around to telling us this?!"
"Yeah!"
"I'm France's?!"
"Ha! Explains the face-"
"Oh, shut up…"
"What?"
"OMG…"
The dining hall rapidly deteriorated into yells and arguments, states fighting and crying. All in all, it was not a pretty picture.
BANG!
"EVERYONE SHUT UP!" Fifty heads turned towards Texas, who was holding his still-smoking pistol. "Now, we're gonna let Pop's explain himself, then y'all gonna be civilized as you kill him, 'kay?"
Murmurs of Fine, Whatever, and Okay echoed through the hall.
Surprisingly, Michigan was one of the first to speak up. "Umm…Dad? Would it be…possible…for us to…erm…meet our mothers?"
America paused. Possible? HELL NO! No one was going to get anywhere near his states, especially, Russia. Commie bastard hat he was, he'd probably try to get them to all become one with him!
The other states looked at America expectantly. The message America was getting from their stares was 'You'd better, or we'll kill you…'
Crap…
"Ummm…Give me a little time to prepare them. They, uh, don't exactly know you're their kids…"
Washington DC spoke up, "America, this is a splendid idea. Take a couple; let's say…California, Alaska, Virginia, and Louisiana to help start the introductions."
"Wait, what?! I have a movie premiere to go to, aru!"
"Why would I want to go anywhere near that tea bastard…"
"Kolkolkol…I'd like to see Mother Russia again, da?"
"Oui, it would be nice to see ma mère, non?"
America stared at the faces of his children, and then sighed. Might as well get this over with…
"Fine, you four will come to the world meeting with me. But if you step one foot out of line, I'm cutting your state's funding. Got it?"
Translations:
Aloha- Hello
Da- Yes
Oui- Yes
Ma mère- My mother
Non- no
A/N~~ Oh, dear...America's not happy with this at all, is he? And how on Earth will the other countries take it? Stay tuned for next time, kiddies..This is going to be one long meeting...