The 50 States of America
Summary: When a little girl disrupts a meeting, the nations discover America's biggest secret. He has children. 50 children. Many of America's secrets are revealed as they meet the 50 states. And others.
Chapter 1:
The UN meeting was once again in chaos. Every country was fighting and Germany looked ready to explode as he failed to get the nations to shut up. However, one country, as well as a few others, wasn't participating in the fighting like he usually did. That country was America. He wasn't loudly claiming to be the hero nor was he spouting ridiculous ideas to stop global warming. He wasn't even flashing his Hollywood smile. He sat silently in his seat with his lips drawn in a straight line as he gazed at the table. This didn't go unnoticed by his brother Canada.
Little did the other nations know, except a few, was that America's boisterous behavior was a facade. A mask to keep the others at bay. However, it wasn't a lie that he was a proud country. His history and accomplishments only played a minor role in his pride. What America was truly proud of he would never tell. Only Canada and a small number of other nations knew.
Canada pulled out his cell phone and hide it from view to send a text to his brother.
What's wrong?
Thankfully, Alfred's phone only vibrated when he received texts. It was a specially crafted device that he made.
I got a feeling something's wrong at home but I'm not sure what it is.
Alfred's instinct was legendary. If he felt that something was wrong, the chances of his instinct being correct was very high.
Suddenly the sound of a phone ringing pierced through the shouts of the fighting nations and they appeared even more agitated at the interruption.
"Who's phone is zhat?!" Germany shouted. "Ve are in zhe middle of a meeting!"
America mentally cursed as he took out his phone. He should've put calling on vibrate too. "Hello, US of A speaking."
The countries groaned but then America shot up from his seat.
"What?!" He cried, worriedly. "No-NO! Just stay where you are. I'm coming over now!"
"Zhe meeting isn't finished!" Germany shouted but the American was already gone. While the countries stood dumbfounded, Canada sent texts to six other countries.
Something's wrong at Al's. Be ready for anything.
The seven countries he sent the text to were Lithuania, Belarus, Prussia (who was hidden under Canada's seat), Romano, Mexico, and Russia. Said nations snuck glances at their phones before hiding them from view of the other countries. This was one of the rare occasions where Canada was grateful to be invisible to most of the world.
After what seemed like nearly an hour, although it was really a minute, the other countries started gossiping about America's odd behavior.
"Bloody git! I raised him to be a proper gentleman! Why does he always have to throw it back in my face?!" England exclaimed.
"Mon ami, you are not exactly the best chef and your fashion is absolutely ridicule." France cut in to the Brit's ranting.
And there they go again. Canada thought as a fight once more broke out between the Brit and the Frenchman.
Suddenly, the door creaked open. Germany was about to bash the American for leaving in the middle of a meeting but stopped when no one seemed to come in.
"Uncle Mattie?" A little girl's voice piped up.
Canada stood up from his seat, a look of dread plastered on his face, just as a small child wandered over to his seat, where the countries got a better look at the visitor.
The little girl couldn't have been any older than six. She had almond shaped eyes the color of coffee with cream, medium length dark hair, her skin had a faint color to it, possibly biracial. She had a droopy nose and a heart shaped face. She wore a yellow sundress with white tropical flower patterns on it and white flip flops.
Canada knelt down to the girl's level with a gentle smile but his eyes showed worry and concern.
"What are you doing here, Lani?" He asked, softly.
"Bloody Hell, America!" England shouted. "When did you get back?"
Canada sighed but before he could say who he really was the little girl giggled.
"Silly! He's not Daddy." She said. "He's Canada!"
"DADDY?!" Other countries exclaimed, startling the small child and caused her to bury her face in Canada's shoulder. France approached his former colony.
"Matthieu," He started. "Who is-"
"Leilani Jones." A dark voice came from the doorway that sent chills down the nations spines.
America stood in the doorway, his expression tight, and his eyes appeared to be screaming for blood. Seeing the usually overconfident American in such a stance frightened the other countries, especially those who knew what he was very capable of in war.
"Daddy!" The little girl cried, rushing away from Canada and into America's arms. Alfred's expression softened a little but kept a weary eye on the nations as he spoke to the girl.
"Lani, I told you not to practice without help. You gave everyone a fright." He gently scolded. The girl looked down guiltily.
"I'm sorry, Daddy." She apologized. "I only wanted to teleport to my room but I ended up here by accident."
"Hey Pop, you want me to take her back?" A boy's voice came from behind Alfred. "Sakura's probably worried sick."
The boy was nearly as tall as America with broad shoulders and the tanned skin proved how much time he spent in the sun. He had straight, silky dark hair, chocolate brown eyes, and prominent cheekbones. He wore a red shirt with purple and black checkered sleeves, black jeans, and sneakers.
"Yeah, thanks Nate." America said, handing the little girl to the teenaged boy. Before they left, the girl waved and called out goodbyes to Alfred and Canada.
As soon as America closed the door, all hell broke loose. Alfred found himself being bombarded with questions. The worry from earlier and now this was starting to dampen his already present stress.
"ENOUGH!" America shouted at the top of his lungs. Miraculously, the nations were silenced. Not even Germany could shout that loud.
"One at a time if that's cool with you." He growled before sighing. Revealing the truth was never easy, especially when it's been kept for so long. "Anyway, I'll explain."
Alfred cast a pained glance at his brother and took a seat next to Canada. If anyone could give him the support for this, it would be Matthew.
"As you know," America began. "My country has fifty states and that little girl you saw was Hawaii. My youngest. The last one to become a state."
"W-why did she call you 'Daddy'?" England asked, color draining from his face.
Alfred and Matthew wanted to scoff at the question but Alfred only answered. "Because I'm her father. And the boy who took her away was my son, Nathan, who's another one of my states, California."
"Vhat are you saying, America?" Germany asked, even though he knew the answer but it was too hard to process.
"I have fifty kids." America said after a long moment of silence. Everyone in the room gasped and their jaws seemed to hit the floor.
"WHAT?!"
"WAS?"
"MIO DIO!"
"SANTA MARIA!"
"MON DIEU!"
"AIYA!"
Alfred sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. He wondered why a room full of adult nations gave him more of a headache than a household with fifty children. It got worse when England suddenly rounded on him.
"Just when," He seethed. "Were you planning on telling us?"
Preferably not ever. America thought. "I don't know. Keeping them a secret was the best way I could protect them."
No one said anything. Alfred took this as a sign to continue. Matthew squeezed his hand from under the table in reassurance.
"I was planning on telling you, Iggy. Back in 1770 when you got back from your country but then..." Alfred swallowed. His eyes glazed. "March 5th, Massachusetts was physically no older than six at the time. When the Boston Massacre started, I could do nothing but watch as my son writhed around on his bed screaming and crying."
As he spoke, the hand that his brother wasn't holding clenched into a fist as the memory of his son wailing and clutching his chest in agony flashed through his mind. A scar the size of a gunshot wound remained over Massachusetts's heart to this day. While Alfred only suffered a flesh wound to his shoulder.
"That was when I knew I had to become independent. I talked it over with my boss to find a way to become my own country. If I did it, my kids would be safer." America explained.
The door suddenly creaked followed by a hushing sound. America glanced at the door with a bemused expression.
"Alright girls, time to go home." He said, as if this had happened before. Then three young girls stood in the doorway with guilty expressions on their faces. "I doubt I even need to ask if you snuck away again."
The girls mumbled an apology. They all had tanned skin and brown eyes. The youngest had dark brown hair while the other two had black hair. The older of the three appeared to be ten. Her hair had luscious curls that cascaded down her back. The second girl's hair was thicker and in a ponytail and the brunette had her hair in two braids.
"Might as well introduce you three." Alfred declared. "This is Oklahoma, New Mexico, and Arizona. Their names are Flora, Sarah, and Alma."
Oklahoma, or Flora, barely glanced at the nations and started tugging at her father's arm towards the door.
"C'mon Dad, it's crazy back home!" She exclaimed. "Ginny can't calm them down and Nanuq might set Eska on someone!"
Alfred turned back to the nations. "Sorry got to go now!"
America and the girls rushed out before anyone could protest.