Hi, I don't own Hetalia, just my state personifications.
Pennsylvania sits watching the sun slowly sink in the sky as her father hands her a cup of coffee. She takes a sip and turns to watch her father, "America can I ask you something?"
He turns and looks at her with concern she never calls him that unless it's something important, "What is it Sylvia?"
She turns back to the reddened sky and inhales slowly, "Well…What are the other countries like?"
America is somewhat surprised by the question, "Uh, why do you ask?"
Her finger glides around the brim of the cup, "I…Dad why haven't I met any of them?" She looks up with tears in her eyes, "Are you ashamed of us?" Her thoughts go back to the Civil War, it had nearly ripped them all apart. What was worse was it wasn't some foreign country she had fought on the battle field but her own brothers and sisters.
America just stares at her; he's never expected this, "Sylvia." All he can think to do is wrap an arm around her, "Why would you think that?"
Her voice shakes, "Well after all these years do they even know we exist?" His silence is her answer, she turns away no wanting her father to see the tears, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything."
He puts his coffee down and gently hugs her, humming softly like he did when she was young, "I could never be ashamed of you or your siblings."
She wipes her eyes with her sleeve and nods.
He can still see the sadness in her warm brown eyes. Besides Canada no other country knows about them, but it wasn't because he was ashamed but really out of fear. "Maybe…its time you've meet them then."
Her smile reminds him so much of her mother as she kisses her on the forehead. She's not a small colony anymore and he knows she really needs this. "so who do you want to meet?"
America stares at himself fidgeting with his tie, some hero; he can't even tie the stupid thing, "Damn it." He finally throws it off and it lands by Pennsylvania's feet.
She picks it up and walks over to him, "You know we don't have to do this." She wraps the tie around his neck and swiftly ties it.
He manages a smile but inside he's nervous, "We can do this." He runs his hand through his hair, "After all I am the Hero. And Heroes don't back down."
She smiles back at him, "Thanks Dad." Suddenly the doorbell rings.
America can feel his body tighten as he walks to the door. He inhales slowly as he opens the door, "Dudes! Glad you could make it." He steps aside as a small group enters.
Germany is the first to speak, "So vhy did you ask us here?"
America laughs, but really he just wants to scream, "To meet someone."
England sighs, "Not another alien."
America looks over at Canada and motions at the kitchen doorway, "Not this time Dude." He nods and Pennsylvania appears in the doorway, "This…This is my daughter Pennsylvania."
All but Canada, Russia and Italy look shocked as they stare at the young woman standing next to her father, "Sylvia, this is France, England, Germany, Russia, Italy, Japan and you know Canada."
She gives them a warm smile and a simple wave, "Hello everyone." She is trying hard to appear calm.
England just stares in confusion, "When the Hell did you have a daughter?" Suddenly it hits him, "Wait Pennsylvania?...Do you have any more kids?"
Sylvia quickly answers, "Yes, I have 49 other brothers and sisters."
The tension in the room makes America laughs, "Dudes, you should see your faces."
Germany coughs, "Vhy are ve just learning about this now?"
America looks down at his daughter, "Well," for once he's at a loss for words.
But Sylvia picks up where her father left off, "It's a long story."
Germany and most of the other countries sit down, "That's fine, ve got time."
It took a while but finally after two hours most of the countries seem to understand, all but Italy who nodded off about half way through her story.
The whole time England and Germany just stares at her. "Umm…I know it's a lot but that's about it."
Germany shakes his head, "I still have vone question."
She nods and smiles at him already knowing the answer, "My mother was German and no, she wasn't a country." She inhales slowly; she misses her mother's smile the most.
Canada who's come to sit beside her wraps an arm around her. "It's alright Sylvia, we all miss her." They both look at America who has been staring out the window since she got to the part about the Civil War. "America?"
He quickly wipes his eyes and turns back around, "I'm fine Dude. I think it's time for cake."
A loud moan fill the house as Pennsylvania stands, "Alright Dad, I'll get it." She walks into the kitchen followed by England, "It's alright Mr. England I can get it."
England leans over the counter with arms folded staring at her. It's a moment before he says anything, "So um…Where you there that day?"
She hands him a piece of cake, "No, I was home with the rest of the colonies waiting for Dad to come home."
He looks down at the simple white cake, "I see, so do you hate me too?"
She stops pouring coffee and grins at him, "I could never hate you." She continues pouring coffee as she whispers, "Grandfather."
He puts the plate down and quickly hugs her, "Just England, grandfather makes me feel old."
She returns the hug, "Ok." They break away and she gazes into his deep emerald eyes, "England."
