Authors Note: this Prologue is just basically building up to South explaining to Northeast A.K.A America how babies are made so if you want to skip to it, scroll to the next Authors Note(it's also in bold) but you'll be missing stuff just saying.. enjoy *laughs*

South sat at her desk flipping through a scrapbook from a long time ago. It contained rare and sentive pictures of North and her when they just had each other. West and Midwest weren't born or here yet, but South does have scrapbooks of them too. She carefully turned the old pages smiling at the photos as she looked through them. Her eyes stuck to one which gave her a embarrassingly, hilarious memory. It was her looking about 10 and North looking around 6. They stood in front of a table both holding a cake. North looking mesmerized by it and South rubbing his hair smiling. She rested her head on her hand closing her eyes. Imagining the memory more cleanly, she couldn't help but laugh. 'Northy was so aboriable when he was young, heck, he's aboriable now... but...' she trailed off thinking.

1525

North was looking around 6 years old as he ran through a open path to his house. He wore a white long sleeve button up shirt, dark brown shorts, and brown shoes. He also had a bag filled with fruits and vegetables from the market he just came from. The lash green trees with splats of sunlight seeping through their leaves, and the brown dirt path almost made it picture prefect. As North reach his house, he slowed down to catch his breathe. Looking up at the medium sized white, dark wooden house with a dark wooden roof. Breathing in fresh air he walked up to the door and knocked on it.

"Mama, I'm home!" he announced.

Not long after the door opened up revealing South and her smile. She looked around 10 and was wearing a coif which is like a hat, a white shirt with a waistcoat, apron, a petticoat, and brown shoes.

"Welcome home, do you get everything on my list?" She said patting his head as he walked in. "Yep," North sweetly smiling at her before running to the kitchen to put everything way. South follow him in, helping to put things in their rightful place.

South at this time was very organized and mature when it came to North. She'd make sure he wouldn't get in trouble and taught him right from wrong. Though, she was still a kid herself and didn't always get things right, but till she tried her best. North would always ask weird and sometime deep questions. Some were about who or what they were and some were about random things that popped into his head. For explain, "If a cow and a pig were one animal that would they be called?" Which her answer would be, "a picow".

If she really was stumped on a question she'd would tell him to talk to England about it, which worked sometimes. It mattered what kind of question it was. It's not that she didn't trust him to tell North the truth, but some questions needed to be answered carefully. She sometimes feared what the wrong answer could do to him.

When England, France, or Canada was around she would either be watching from close behind keeping a eye on them and him, or she was reading up on a question he had. Usually she would hide in a tree or behind something, watching her little guy.

At one time when North asked to show her to England, but she told him to never tell any other nation about her thinking it would only confuse things.

Knowing her brother wouldn't stay with England forever, no matter how much he said it, they were going to expand westward; meaning they were going to have more siblings. It would be too confusing for him to explain alone. So... she let him be the face of the nation (which at this time period she meant colony), let them call him America, and herself be in the background.

She did all she could with helping him do most of the work. Teachering, learning, and experiencing new things with him everyday. Her favorite part of the day was probably reading him bed time stories. She had full knowledge of her brother's fear of ghosts and would sometime use it to her advantage. He was absolutely adorable when he was scared. It melted her heart and made her feel important. Of course, she didn't want to see him flat out balling his eyes out, but a tear in the eye was prefect.

As North kneed down in front of the cabinet finishing up with the last of the groceries, he reach in his bag only to pull out a book. At this point he could read just not fluently. Learning Spanish and French probably was the reason why it was taking him so long to read English, even though he is a fluent speaker.

He squinted his eyes to see what the tile of the book was, "Chil-d bi-rth". He smiled widely shooting up from his knees remembering why he received the book. He quickly raced over to South and shoving it in her face. South was sitting at the table writing, not paying attention to him as he finish up with the groceries.

The book was right in her face so she couldn't read the tile. "Backup so I can read the dang thing," she command. He quickly backed up, handing her the book with a smile.

Ignoring the tile because it was in small print, too irritating to read, she flipped through some pages and was met with some very interesting pictures; of males and females in some unquestionable posses. Her face went as red as a tomato as she slammed the book closed.

She jerked her head shockingly up to her brother who looked confused at her. "Where did you get this!?" She questioned voice cracking. North smiled innocently, "I was doing some shopping and I stumbled into this store. It was really pretty with ribbons and small toys, but there were a lot of women for some reason and they had some really tiny kids with them. I played with some, but others cried. It was cool. When I asked what the tiny kid were, a women laughed and told me it was called a baby. When I asked where did they come she just said 'you should talk to your mama about that' and gave me this book. I haven't looked at it yet because I can't read that good... So I thought I'd bring it to you!" He finished.

South didn't know if she felt relived he hadn't seen it, concerned about him shopping alone, or flat out bad for all the women who had to endure his questioning.

She sighed placing the book between her side and her arm. North tilted his head to the side "So... where do babies come form?" He asked so innocently it hurt her heart just to look at him. 'How do I explain that to a 6 year old, I really need to do the shopping,' she sighed in her mind. He starred at his sister with concern consuming his face every moment he looked at her. The more he saw her panic the more scared he got, thinking it was a dark secret like in the story books!

"Sissy..." he whisper no longer wearing his common smile and starring at the ground. "I'm... sorry," he sniffed, South glansted up at him shocked he was apologizing. He didn't do anything... to wrong... it wasn't his fault... kinda.

South panicked, "bean pie no... it's not your fault, you didn't do anything wrong!" There was a moment of silence between them as the little boy countied not looking at her.

She could only hear many sniffs from him watching as he wiped his eyes which made her feel worse about the situation. South patted his head and let out a big sigh. After a few pats North finally spoke still not looking at her.

"Is it a dark secret?" He asked no louder than a whisper. 'Dark secret?' South couldn't help but giggle which made he look up at her. "Come on, I'll tell you on the couch," she said standing and extending her hand which was happily taken.

(Author Note: finally the moment I've been waiting to write for, god this built up took way to long)

South sat on the couch with North on her lap turned to his side leaning against her. "Comfy?" She asked stroking his hair, "Yep," he answered with a nod. "Ok, so making a bady..."

South paused, remembering what she was trying to explain. Looking only with her eyes around the living room, she tried to find something to relate it to. She closed her eyes and the frist thing that came to mind was "cake!"

She looked at North with a proud smile while he just looked confused. "Let me start again. Making a bady is like a making a cake the mother has a special oven only she can use. When the mother is ready the father gives special bady ingredients to the mother. When the mother is given the ingredients it takes 9 mouths for the bady to bake. Then the 9 mouths are over. The baby pops out," South finished with a nervous smile.

North look at her with sheer amazement, it looked like his eyes were sparkling. There was another moment of silence between the two which was awkward for her. "So... I-I'm going to kitchen to get some water, hop up," She said giving a not so confident smile, but he quickly did so, still looking amazed over the information he was told.

South walked awkwardly to the kitchen opening the door and lightly closing it. She dropped on the floor immdentely. Taking deep breaths, deeper than she probably needed to, she started to gather herself. She figured getting a cup of water was her best course of action to blow over that just happened. But Like magic, there was already a cup on the counter half drunken.

'What the heck, I share almost every thing with the little guy anyway,' she thought as she processed to shrug and drink the water. Like on cue America bursted into the room.

"LETS MAKE A BABY!"

South spat the water out so all over the floor. Her face lit red mouth plummeting to the floor staring in disbelief. 'There is no way in the freak'n world he just said-."

America beamed proudly putting his hands of his hips, "you said making a baby is like making a cake so I figured I'd make one for England when he gets back!"

South starred at him for a long while as he just smile with innocent excitement.

In the end they made the cake with white and brown frosting and South named it Alfred Jr in his honor. They kept it in a sealed glass container for England's return, but it has been sitting there ever since.