England stood in front of America's house. He had received a text from America asking for England's help. 'Though he didn't say why. England began questioning whether or not he should just walk away now. Knowing his younger brother, England figured that Al just wanted him to watch some horror film together. After a few minutes of pondering, England decided to ring the doorbell. A voice called from inside.

"Just come in, dude! The door 's unlocked!"

Puzzled, England walked inside. He thought that he heard the sound of... a baby's cry? England figured he must be hearing things. However, when England stepped into America's living room, he saw an unexpected sight.

The extremely frazzled country stood holding a small bundle. The bundle in question was crying incessantly. America looked like he was ready to burst into tears himself.

"Dude! I'm so glad you came, I cannot get her to stop crying! I've tried everything! I thought she might be hungry, so I tried feeding her cheeseburgers, but she refused to eat them. Then, I thought that she was bored, so I turned on the TV for her. That didn't work, so I-"

"Alright. There are so many things wrong with this situation, that I have no idea where to begin!" England interrupted.

"First of all, give me the kid. I should be able to quiet her down."

Without hesitation, America handed over the baby. England began rocking the baby back and forth. Her cries became softer within moments. He continued to rock the infant for a while, singing softly as he rocked. America simply watched, dumbfounded.

Eventually, the baby was peacefully sleeping in England's arms.

"What is her name?" England asked.

"Katelyn. Or Kate, for short." America answered.

"Alright then. I think Katelyn was just tired. I'll put her in her crib, and then I want a full explanation about who this baby is, and why she's here!" England told him.

"Sure, man. Her crib is in the guest room...how did you know to do that?"

"I have cared for a baby before, you know." England reminded him.

"Oh...right."

America and England sat across from each other at the kitchen table after Kate was settled in her crib. Sipping his tea, England asked: "So...who is she?"

"My daughter." America answered, nonchalant.

England spewed his tea.

"Your what?! How the bloody hell did that happen?!" England shouted in surprise. He immediately covered his mouth for fear that he had woken up Katelyn. Thankfully, she stayed sound asleep.

"Not in the way you think" America responded. "So, it started when my boss decided to sponsor an experiment to try and create another country. Try, is the keyword here. They didn't actually think that they would be able to do it. My boss had me give some of my DNA to use in the experiment, which was combined with a fertile egg from a human (I don't know who). The result was a half-nation, half-human baby (Kate). Now, my boss wants me to raise this kid. He said that normal humans can't raise a human country. But dude, I don't have a clue how to raise a kid!"

"I'll say." England muttered.

"So, let me get this straight. Katelyn is your daughter, and a half-nation"

"Yup."

"Who was born in a lab as an experiment..."

"Yeah."

"And you are supposed to raise her."

"Apparently."

"Bloody hell. Only Americans could think of nutty ideas like creating a half-country." England sighed. "Well. If you're going to raise this girl, there are a lot of things I have to teach you about caring for a baby. First, babies do not eat cheeseburgers. You need to get some milk formula..."

England returned to his own house after helping America with Kate, to find Scotland waiting for him.

"There you are, Runt! I've got some paperwork for you." Scotland said, motioning to the huge stacks of papers on England's desk. "Where were you anyway?" He asked.

"America's house. Apparently, we have a niece."

"A niece? Is she America's...?"

"Yup. Long story. Katelyn Jones is her name. She's a pretty cute kid. It will be interesting to see how she turns out." England said, smiling to himself.

"Great, great" Scotland said sarcastically. "Just remember something here, Runt. America is your brother. I never considered him as my brother. So don't refer to me as that kid's uncle." He said, lighting a cigarette.

England shrugged. "Fine, whatever you say."

As England began sifting through the stacks of paperwork, Scotland mumbled under his breath: "Katelyn, huh?"