Chapter 1.

"I'm so fucking sick of them!" America yelled as he stormed through his house in Virginia.
"What's wrong daddy?" A little girl no older then 5 asked as she came in from the back yard.
"Oh, hey Alaska." America greeted. "It's just the countries again, everything's fine."
"No, it's not." Alaska huffed. "Your really angry."
America looked at his second youngest state. Alaska looked kinda like Russia, but had his blue eyes. Her platinum blond hair reached the center of her back and her wore it straight. She also wore a trench coat like Russia's, only pink.
"It's fine, sweetie." America told her. "They were just being a little harsher then normal."
"But," Alaska protested. "Today's your birthday!"
"It's okay. I expected it." He told her. "Let's go find Nevada so he can set off some fireworks." He then went off in search of his son.
"Virginia!" Alaska called.
"What?" She asked, popping her head out of the kitchen where she and Georgia were baking cupcakes.
"The countries were being mean to daddy again!"
"We can't do anything about it!" Georgia walked out of the kitchen. She had on a pair of jeans and a 'Kiss me, I'm Irish!' apron, but she had put duck tape over 'Irish' and had written 'Scottish!' on it with a sharpie. Her short brown hair was, mostly, up in a ponytail and she was licking frosting off her fingers. She looked about 12.
"But why not!"
Virginia sighed and walked over to Georgia. 'Because they don't know about us." Virginia looked like Georgia, who looked like America. She had America's blond hair and blue eyes. Her hair was considerable longer then Georgia's. She had all of hers in a ponytail and had curled it. She was wearing a plain white skirt and a blue button up. She was also wearing a plain apron over her clothes. She seemed only a year older then Georgia at 13.
Alaska puffed out her cheeks. "But why do they have to be so mean to him?"
"Because he lets them." A new voice told her.
Alaska jumped. Turning, she saw her oldest brother.
"Delaware!" She ran over to hug him."don't tell her that!" Georgia complained. Delaware ignored her, leaning down to hug Alaska back.
"Why does he let them?" Alaska asked.
"He's protecting us." Virginia sighed. "Daddy believes that if the countries knew about us, then they would use us to get to him. That they would hurt us and he couldn't let that happen."
Alaska looked ready to cry. "D-daddy's my hero! I-I want to save him from the mean bullies!"
"Ride on!" Georgia called. "Let's begin by eating some of those cupcakes!"
"Yay!" Alaska cheered. The two states ran into the kitchen.
"H-hey!" Virginia called after them. "Those are for later!" She chased after them.
Delaware sighed, shaking his short, dirty blond hair. He was wearing ripped up blue jeans and a white button up shirt.
"Might as well help Nevada set up those fireworks..." He, like his father, set off to find the desert state.

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Outside the window, Italy had nearly dropped his bowl of pasta. He had simple come to check on his American friend. After all, the other nations had been unusually mean to him today. When America had stormed out of the world meeting, he had been crying. Italy was pretty sure he was the only one who saw.
He had followed the American home, expecting to go to his apartment in New York. Italy was shocked to find America had a house in Virginia. Italy had been about to knock when he heard America yelling.
He decided to check through a window before knocking, just in case America had any guns. He had been shocked to see America talking to a chibi, female Russia. The window was open, so it was easy to listen to their conversation. He was shocked again when he learned today was America's birthday. He had thought it was tomorrow.
Then America had said something about looking for Nevada, like the state had moved. And how was land going to set up fireworks anyway?
The Russia look-a-like had called for someone, Virginia?
An older girl popped her head out of a door, then a third walked out. She was wearing an apron, so Italy assumed it was the kitchen. They began talking about their father.
The youngest acted like she had just talked to him, but that can't be right! She was talking to America.
Another child, a boy this time, came in. Chibi Russia had greeted him as 'Delaware.'
The oldest girl, Virginia(?), explained about why the countries were picking on their father so much. So these kids knew about them? But Italy couldn't recall telling anyone about them, and these girls acted like they grew up knowing.
It wasn't until the youngest had claimed that her father was here hero did Italy finally catch on. Which brings us to Italy nearly dropping his food.
"Oh! My! Pasta!" Italy cried, before turning to run and slamming into an 8 or 9 year old boy carrying about 50 fireworks.
"Ahhhh!" The boy cried, bending down to pick them up. "Quick! Some of these are pressure activated!"
Italy wasn't sure what the boy meant, but 'fireworks' and 'activated' didn't seem like a good thing, so he set about picking them up as well.
"Good," The boy said. "None went off."
"Went off?" Italy squeaked. "Like exploded?!"
"Duh!" The boy said. "What were you doing hiding in the bushes anywa-way...?" He trailed off as he finally saw who he was talking to. "You-your Italy!"
Italy nodded and took in the boy. He had dirt colored skin and brown hair. His eyes were also brown. He was wearing jeans that were covered in dust and a button up that must have been white at some point. Around his neck, the boy had a necklace made out of poker chips.
"And your Nevada, I believe." The boy, Nevada, nodded. "I really must be going. you can keep the pasta." Italy carefully set the rockets down and made to go when he was stopped.
"Wait!" Nevada cried, setting his own fireworks down. "My dad taught me to always show appreciation."He took off his necklace. "Here, for helping with the fireworks." Italy took the thing. " Your not nearly as scary as I thought." He then scooped up the rockets and ran to the back of the house.
Italy ran back to his car and drove to the hotel the rest of the nations were staying in.
He couldn't believe it. America was a father! And if those kids were actually the states they were named after, then not only was America a father, he had 50 kids! Plus, that would mean he had kept them a secret for hundreds of years.
And they called America stupid!