So.
This is it. My first story.
Ever.
...please enjoy?
The world conference building had been destroyed due to a pasta, hamburger, and tentacle related incident.
Hence the meeting that was taking place at America's house.
Alfred grinned as England (FINALLY) finished talking, and jumped up to start a long discussion on how giant robots could stop global warming.
Suddenly, wailing came from down the hall, and three sets of feet could be heard charging towards the meeting room. Seconds later,a bawling toddler came hurtling into the room, closely followed by two slightly older children, both of whom were crying as well. The youngest, a little boy who looked like a carbon copy of Alfred, scrambled up into the country's arms, his breath coming in panicky gulps. The other little boy—no more than four, by England's guess—buried his face in America's pant leg, sniffling. The little girl, four as well, clutched a stuffed dolphin to her chest with one arm and huddled close to Alfred, staring out at all the countries with wide eyes.
Alfred gave a tired sigh, quickly calming the three children down and setting the youngest on the ground beside the other two. "It's okay, guys. Let me guess. California again?"
The youngest child nodded and burst into tears again. America picked him up with a sigh, resting him on his hip.
He turned to face the other countries. England was staring at him like he'd grown another head. France was in a similar state. Germany just looked confused, as did Japan. Russia glanced at the children, frowning slightly as his eyes reached the elder boy. "Guys? What's...? Oh! Yeah, I forgot. None of you know yet... 'cept you, Russia. I can't believe you actually kept your promise, ya Commie. Anyway, I can explain. I—"
"DADDY!" The oldest boy gave a shrill squeal when he spotted Russia, running to the tall nation.
"Aleksei Jones—!" Alfred scolded, then bit his lip.
Russia patted the little boy's head. "Hello Aleksei."
"Hi! I missed you Daddy! But lookit! I have lots of big brothers and sisters now, see? And I got Leila and Michael and Arthur says I gotta protect them like a good big brother and I love you Daddy!" the child babbled happily.
At this, Ivan actually smiled. Everyone else quaked in terror.
"ALFRED F. JONES! YOU HAD BETTER EXPLAIN RIGHT THIS MINUTE OR—"
"Okay! Jeesh, Iggy. I was about to explain, but Aleksei interrupted. And the poor kid had every reason to interrupt, you wouldn't BELIEVE how much he talks about Russia." Alfred paused to glance up at the northern nation. "He really does miss you. Don't know why on earth he would, but he does."
Aleksei did not let go of Russia, giggling happily as the long scarf tickled his nose.
The little girl looked around the room. Her eyes finally rested on Japan.
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!"
Kiku looked up at the others. "…what did I do?"
Alfred just heaved yet another sigh. "Leila, come on, Pearl Harbor was YEARS ago."
"Pearl Har...? Oh." Japan suddenly remembered. He looked down guiltily.
"Geez man, it's fine. We did way worse to you than you did us..." Alfred patted the other man's shoulder reassuringly, wincing slightly at the memory.
The two-year-old still in Alfred's arms just clung to him tightly.
"Okay, if we're all done now, would you please just EXPLAIN ALREADY?!" England sighed in exasperation.
Alfred grinned. "Sure! Okay, so first things first: these are my kids!"
"WHAT?!"
"VHAT?!"
"MON DIEU!"
"SANTA MARIA!"
"MIO DIO!"
"...Oh my."
Everyone stared at Japan.
"What? I am not surprised by very much anymore."
"ANYWAYS, like I said, these are my kids. Not all of them, but they're the youngest, which is why they still live in my house. The other states are pretty much able to take care of themselves." Alfred grinned, then frowned. "Virginia was supposed to be watching them for me..."
"Bloody hell! The states? You mean you have fifty kids?!" England's jaw dropped, along with everyone else's.
"Fifty-one, actually," America replied cheerfully.
THUMP.
"Angleterre!"
Aleksei giggled. "Daddy, Mister Iggy went night-night!"
"Дa." Russia smiled, as cheerful and childish as the four-year-old on his shoulders.
America sighed. "I need Virginia..."
As if on cue, the meeting room doors burst open, and a college-age boy with glasses and light brown hair ran in. "Sorry Dad! Cal was being stupid again and scaring them with his dumb horror movies, and they ran away while I was yelling at him."
Every nation in the room looked at each other at Alfred's being called "Dad". France looked like he was going to faint onto the floor right next to the now-revived England.
Finland raised a shaky hand. "...I'm confused."
Alfred bit his lip. "C'mon in, Arthur. I need someone to hold Michael for me while I explain all this."
"ARTHUR?!" England practically shrieked.
"Huh? Oh, yeah. I named Virginia after you, 'cause when he's really mad he starts talking like you."
"Alfred," England said in a dangerously calm voice, "You. Are. An. Imbecile."
"Yeah, he's an idiot. I can't say I like having your name much either, stupid limey," Arthur II said with a withering look at England.
"Okay... um, let's all calm down now. Please?" Alfred shifted uncomfortably as his brother and son glared at each other.
"Okay dad," Virginia grumbled, looking away from England and adjusting his hold on the youngest child.
"Okay. First things first, this is Virginia—"
Arthur II stepped forward. "Hi." His blue eyes gleamed rather wickedly when he spotted a few of the countries America was on less-than-friendly terms with. He shifted the whimpering toddler to his other hip.
"His human name is Arthur Jones. The four-year-old attempting to build a tent out of Russia's scarf is Alaska."
Everyone turned to the little boy with Russia's pale hair and skin, but unmistakable blue eyes like America's. He waved shyly.
"He's technically Russia's kid and mine, don't ask about the details, 'cause I don't get it either, and his name is Aleksei Jones. The one hiding from Kiku is Hawaii, or Leila." The small, dark-haired girl mumbled a quiet, "hi," before hiding back behind America.
"And the kid Virginia's holding is the District of Columbia."
There were several confused looks.
Virginia sighed. "Washington D.C."
"...Your capital is almost as old as you, why is he so little?" England frowned at the two-year-old sucking his thumb.
"Well, it's kind of confusing, but the main gist is that most people don't realize he's not part of any state. So he's little, like Sealand and the micronations, beacause he's not recognised by many people," Alfred explained.
Washington D.C. looked up with wide, scared eyes at the very, very big countries that were all looking at him. He started wailing again.
"...and he cries a lot," Virginia added with a sigh. "Michael, hush. They're not going to hurt you."
Michael sniffled and wiped his nose on his sleeve. "Reawwy?"
"Really," Virginia promised.
Suddenly, the doors banged open yet AGAIN.
Alfred sighed to himself. How many of his kids were going to interrupt this meeting?!
A boy with wild blond hair that stuck up in the front similarly to America's stormed into the room. He looked very similar to Alfred, but his hair was slightly longer, his eyes the same color as Germany's.
"MICHAEL IS CRYING. WHO MADE MY BABY CRY?!" He looked around the room, eyes blazing.
"Matthias, calm down, D.C. is fine." Virginia was rubbing his forehead the way England did when he was getting a headache. The blond boy snatched the toddler away from Arthur II and hugged him, glaring at each country in turn. He held D.C. as tightly as he possibly could, as though he was scared of him disappearing if he let go.
"Maryland... say hello to the countries." Alfred smiled he spoke. Maryland glared at him. "Uh... okay. Never mind. Ummm... guys, this is Maryland. Or Matthias, if you want to call him by his human name."
"Come on, Ginny." Maryland glared at everyone once more, grabbed Virginia, then dragged him out of the meeting room, D.C. giggling in Virginia's arms as the darker-haired state blushed furiously, stammering something along the lines of, 'Don't call me Ginny!'.
Alfred turned bright red as everyone stared at him. "Uhhh... Yeah... D.C. is their kid, kimda like Alaska for me and Russia—again, don't bug me about the details, I don't have a clue—and they can both get ...really ...protective. Especially Maryland."
"Vhat are the other States like?" Germany looked curiously at the only two States still in the room, Alaska—who had finally left Russia alone for a while—and Hawaii, both of whom were playing with Italy.
America looked up. "Huh?"
"Where are the other states?" This time it was Japan who asked.
"Well, Ohio, North Dakota, North and South Carolina, and Maryland and Virginia are all visiting for the week. And I think California's here, too. The little guys don't get that all his Hollywood stuff isn't real, so they're terrified of him. But, I dunno. They all kinda come and go as they please. Anyways, you guys wanna meet them?"
There was a chorus of various affirmatives in several languages, as well as one or two no's.
America beamed. "Okay, majority rules. Let's go meet the states!"
There's the end of chapter one! How did I do?
Prussia: eh... Okay, I guess.
Rambler: What the heck are you doing here?!
Prussia: I have decided to take a break from invading vital regions and invade author's notes instead!
Rambler: ... I honestly have no response for that.
Prussia: I AM AWESOME. BYE!
Okay. He's gone. Here's the plan: I'm going to post this now. I have chapter two written already. If anyone reviews, I will post Chapter 2 immediately. If not, I will post it next week.
Here are cookies for you all:
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