Heeeeey! Back! This is my 3rd story, so updating times will be spaced farther between for all 3, but I hope you like this first chapter! Again, like my rotg story, I've been waiting on this for a while now (paying my dues to the dirt) and can't wait to publish it!
He was at a world meeting when the phone call came. It buzzed in his pocket softly. He picked it
up to see who it was. His eyes widened. "Ur, guys?" All eyes on him expectantly. "I have to go. Hero business." The other countries stared at him. "I'll, um, see you all later!" Then he dashed out the door.
"What the heck?" It was Prussia. "Al would never just walk out on a meeting like that." A soft voice from the end of the table spoke up. "Did you all see him pull out his phone? He looked upset." Everyone looked around in confusion to see what it was. The voice sighed miserably. "It's Canada."
Everyone looked at him in confusion. He sighed again. "There are only a few people who would make America leave so quickly. Francis cocked his head. "Who?" Canada looked uncertain for a moment, then seemed to resign. "50, actually. His kids."
There was silence. Dead silence. Someone coughed. England had turned white, as had many other countries in the room. "His...what?" Canada nodded. "You heard me. The States. All 50 of em. But there is no real blood relation. They consider themselves family though." The silence echoed through the room. Canada looked uncomfortable. "Its weird, I know. But they're nice kids. Most of them. Don't mess with Arizona." It sounded like there should be cricket noises in the hall. The countries gazes were fixated on Canada. He didn't really look like he liked the attention. But he made one last effort. "If you all don't believe me, come on. You can ask America, and probably the States themselves." Romano muttered; "Except, apparently Arizona." The whole room laughed, albeit a bit nervously. Canada smiled. "Now, who's coming?"
I arrived home. I got my keys, opened the door, and froze. There were a lot there. One stepped forwards. "Gia? What's going on?" She looked panicked. "Dad! He's…he's back!"
Canada drove confidently towards America's house. Well, as confidently as he could be when he was in a car with 8 other countries that scared the pee out of him. A lot more had volunteered to come, but we only had one car, and some had more claim than others. The countries who came: England, France, Russia, China, Germany, Italy, Japan and Prussia. They were all currently bickering, no surprise there, but it was starting to get on Canada's nerves. He took a deep breath and yelled. "Shut up! All of you! You were just at a world meeting, which is where you all bicker constantly. Now we're going to America's to see if he needs help, so shut up so we don't all die!" I saw the other countries staring at me in the mirror. Then I pulled a hard right and swerved onto a road, throwing the other countries into the side of the car and each other. "See what I mean?" I muttered as we pulled up the driveway. A feeling of silent apprehension filled the car. We parked, and the countries filed out of the car. The house was huge, but what was to be expected with 50 immortal teens? A girl walked up to us from inside the house. She had sky-blue eyes, blond hair, tan skin and walked with a swagger. "Who are you?" Then she spotted me. "Hey! Uncle Mat! Whaddya doin here? And what's with your friends?" I smiled. "Hey Cali. When…one of you called, Dad had to leave the meeting early. So we wanted to check on everything." The smiled wavered. "Everything's fine. You're welcome to come in, but…" "Cali. You're a terrible liar." She sighed. "You can come, but your friends…it's kinda tense inside. It's…" She hesitated again. I heard a faint voice sound from inside. Cali cocked her head, listening. The door opened. America stepped out, looking around. His eyes widened when he saw us. He walked quickly towards us. 2 kids followed him. A boy and a girl. When he reached us, he had a tense look on his face. "Why are you here?" We were shocked. America was being…serious. The kids caught up to us in the silence that had followed America's statement. (Urg. Bad pun. Really bad pun there. I apologise for my stupidity) The boy was small, only 7-8 years old. He pulled on Al's sleeve, who in turn picked him up. The girl looked about 11-12, but her actual appearance was shocking. She has shoulder length dirty blond hair, an intelligent look about her, and gleaming green eyes. Her gaze rested on England. His eyes were wide. America saw what was going on and warned her quietly. "Gia…" She walked up to England, her eyes never leaving his. He didn't back down. Then what was going on hit me. "Oh boy. This isn't going to end well." Then she smiled. "Cool! You're England! Dad's bro!" She was talking quickly, with a slight Southern drawl. America visibly relaxed. She high-fived England, then ran back inside. When she left, England turned to America. His eyebrows were raised. "Er…who was that?" America turned towards us all. His face was a mask. "That was Gia. And you should really all leave."
When Gia saw England, I thought that blood was gonna be shed. Gia's one of the original 13, so being around England would naturally piss her off. But it didn't. She carried a striking resemblance to him, actually, maybe that had something to do with it. I yanked myself out of my thoughts. The countries had to leave. We were in the middle of a crisis for god's sake! I frowned as I addressed them. "Thanks for coming, under other circumstances I would have loved to have you meet my kids, but we have a problem underway currently, and it's not a good time. Mat's eyes flashed as he looked at me. "Oh god. It's him isn't it?" he whispered. I nodded slightly, then turned back to the others. They hadn't moved an inch. I was saved from the awkward silence by the appearance of Gia, who was pulling one of her siblings behind her. She skidded to a stop, and the other girl arrived. "Gia, Mona, meet…er…some friends of mine. Mona looked up. "Hi Uncle Mat! Who're you all?" After the introductions were made, there was silence. Gia tried to break it. She failed. "Dad? Maybe we should, um, get back to dealing with the problem?" The other countries went on hyper alert, trying to figure out the 'secret'. I glared. "You all should really go." They didn't budge. "Do you want to be in a warzone?" I asked. They shifted uneasily. I pressed on. "This whole place could be torn apart in a matter of minutes. You really wanna know what's going on? Cause it ain't pretty!" Gia gasped. I cursed. "Great. Here we go again." I managed to shoo the other's away, then returned inside. I had work to do.
I had 50 kids at my beck and call, and we had to prepare. Even though it was just a quick sighting, we had to be very careful. My mind flashed back to the last encounter…
A long time ago
I was talking quietly to my boss when the first pains came. I crashed to the ground, crying out, as the pain sliced through me like a knife. Lincoln ran over and helped me home. I lay in bed for a week. I got a fever, and inexplicable pains would bite through me. One day, it just…stopped. I wandered outside to get air. I leaned against the doorway, breathing heavily. A voice, hard as steel, came from a shadowy corner. "Well, well, well. What 'ave we here?" I peered in to see…no. That's not possible. The man walked out from the darkness and faced me. As he grew closer, more pain lanced over me. Being weak, I crumpled immediately. The man reached out and caught me. Even though the man radiated pure contempt when he looked at me, he seemed to care. That was nice of him. I remember thinking. He raised me to my feet, then studied me. I let him take most of my weight, not caring. His face showed concern, but was quickly replaced by triumph. "You are weaker than I could 'ave hoped. This'll be easy!" Then he pressed me to him in a embrace. My chest against his, I felt lightheaded. Dizzy. My strength seemed to be draining away. Draining away into him.
With a weak cry, I tried to break away, but he was stronger. I was weakening fast, and he was getting stronger. I decided to try a old trick. There was no way he could fall for it, but I might as well go down fighting. I relaxed my muscles and lay limp against him. I felt his grip on me shift. With my last bit of disappearing strength, I push down and fell on my back. I lay there, swimming on the edge of consciousness. He stood over me, with that concerned expression on his face again. I didn't understand why. He started to kill me, but when I escape he acts like he cares! He pushed my fringe back from my forehead, then stood up. "Who…What are you?" I whispered. He looked back, then walked away. I passed out as soon as he left my field of vision.
I was woken up from bad memories by Gia taking my hand. "We have to hurry! He'll be here soon!" I stopped her from pulling me along. She turned back, a puzzled expression. Crouching down gripping her shoulders, I made her promise. "Gia. You have to make sure that the other states stay loyal. It's unfair, but really…" She nodded. "You can count on us Dad!"
Ooh, cliffhanger! A cookie to whoever guesses who the mystery guy is! I made it pretty obvious, so I'm gonna be losing some cookies…anyway, Each state will get an introduction, I need idea's for human names and nicknames, so input whatevs in da commentos. Fans of Carribia and America beware, this one might have you changing your loyalty! (Or you could like both, that's cool.) Can't wait to write more! 3: furrfurr2001
