This isn't my first fanfiction, but it is on this account. I used to have a different account, with other topics, but I lost interest, got busy or lazy, and got writers block. So I hope to try and actually finish a story! And it's summer so I will try to post once a week or so! So thanks for reading and here's the chapter!
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia, but I do own the state OCs!
America sighed, as he left the White House and recalled the conversation he had with his boss a few moments ago.
"I think it would be good for the other countries to meet the states, and actually introducing them instead of them just bursting into a meeting sounds like pretty good to me." His boss said.
"But boss! You do realize like all of the 13 want to kill Iggy and Louisiana has it out for Fran-" The country was cut off.
"Look they are going to meet each other one way or another, plus I already contacted the other nations' bosses and they're in their way here. They will be staying for a week, try to make sure everyone is alive at the end of the week." He said, turning to run off to do paperwork or whatever bosses did. The nation just stared in a worried state.
This was going to be a long week.
-One Day Later-
England muttered a curse as his suitcase got stuck in a lump of grass. For some odd reason his boss has called him yesterday saying that he had to fly to America and spend a week there for 'business reasons.'
The house was very large, it was probably better described as a mansion. The yard was large, too. None of the nations had been here before, most thought the American lived in a apartment in upstate New York. But this whole visit was weird so they weren't questioning it.
"Ve~ should I knock?" Italy exclaimed from the front of the house, who run ahead, probably because he had convinced Germany to carry his bag.
The other countries grumbled responses as they neared the door. "Ja." Germany answered as he dropped their bags in front of the Italian. Italy knocked on the door happily and the nations looked expecting to see America.
Instead of America answering, a girl answered. The countries got a small glance at her before the door was pushed shut by another person. She appeared to have the same sandy blonde hair color as America, it pulled into a messy bun on top of her head, she was wearing a navy blue sweatshirt with words in white writing on it, and she had on black leggings underneath. She seemed to be about the same age as America, too. There were voices from inside but no one could really make out the words.
"Ohonhonhon, looks like America has been busy." France murmured fairly loudly, with that perverted look, causing England to smack him over the head. The two were about start insulting each other when the door opened wider with America standing in the doorway.
"Hey, guys!" He exclaimed although his face look worried, then hurried them inside.
"America, who was that?" The Brit asked in a irritated tone.
The American glanced around nervously,"I'll tell you in a sec, Ig-"
"Daddy, who are they?"A child interjected. His face paled.
The group turned to see two kids standing behind them. The oldest of the two, was a girl, looking around 10ish with a little longer than shoulder length hair the same color as Russia's just slightly more blonde and sky blue eyes that matched America's. She wore a heavy jacket, snow boots, and scarf although it was July and in Virginia. The other girl looked about 5 or 6 years old with long black hair and a pink hibiscus clip, keeping her bangs on one side out of her face. She was wearing a tank top and shorts along with flip flops.
The nations looked at each other with puzzled expressions. America then got on his knee, so he was closer to the twos' height. "I thought you two were with Cali?" The younger country asked the duo.
"We left." The older said, with a Russian accent, creeping out several of the countries.
"Cali isn't very fun when she's in movie mode!" The younger exclaimed.
"Who are they?" The little Russian asked with a suspicious look, pointing to the nations.
"Um, they're some friends of mine. Alaska you think you can take your sister upstairs?" America asked with a nervous tone. But isn't Alaska one of America's states, what the bloody hell is going on?! England thought.
The younger's eyes brighten,"Aloha(1) Daddy's friends!" She exclaimed peeking around America and waving happily.
"Can't we meet them?" Alaska asked, ignoring America's request. The American glanced back at the countries, panicking. He then turned to the kids again, Alaska giving him and the other nations a judgmental look, while the younger was happily waving and grinning, getting more excited as Italy waved back.
"Um, Hawaii, can you bring Alaska upstairs and go play with Puerto Rico?" The American nervously questioned. Alaska face panicked and was about to open her mouth to retaliate, but was cut off by Hawaii, who grabbed her arm and dragged the older girl up the stairs.
"That's such a good idea! Come on, big sister, Puerto Rico is lots of fun, and he actually plays with us! Aloha Daddy! Daddy friends!" The tan girl said loudly, half hurrying her sister up stairs and half waving frantically at the nations.
Italy waved happily, not noticing how confused the other nations were around him,"Ciao!(2)"
America stood up again and waved weakly at the kids, until they had disappeared from view. He then turn to the others,"Come on, guys we gotta go before anyone else sees you!" He said rushing the nations down the hall much to their complaints.
"Shì èluósī gūniáng?Wèishéme huì chūxiàn yīgè èluósī de háizi zài nǐ jiā?(3)"
"Amigo(4), why are we in such a hurry?!"
"America, who were those children an-"
"Look Iggy, I'll explain in a minute, but we gotta go before, they see you guys!"
"Who's they, Amérique(5)?"
The American ignored the question and pushed them into a room, while someone flipped on the light switch on their way in. The room was a decent size, big enough for them to all stand in there comfortably but not much else. America quickly shut the door behind them, and walked over to a desk on a wall on the opposite wall of the door. The desk was almost covered in paper. There were some bookshelves on the right wall, filled with books and other random stuff. The books consisted of history books to normal titles to photo albums. There also were lots of photos on the walls, most of them had unfamiliar children in them, they all had at least one characteristic that look like America. There were a few with them countries in it. America began to pile up the papers, muttering something about too much paperwork, and stuffed the stack into a random folder.
"Alright, do you feel like explaining who the bloody hell those kids,and why they were acting like you were their father?!" An irritated Brit asked once America had turn around. He ran a hand through his sandy hair.
"Um. Those were my kids."
Silence. "Ohonhonhon, someone's been a busy boy!"
The American's face turned pink,"It's not like that, well they aren't blood related!" He exclaimed.
"America-san I don't understand, how are they your children if they are not related to you." Japan asked calmly, his face that normal poker face expression.
"Yeah, well they're personifications, of my states." He answered with a worried look.
"But you have 50 states, Da?"
"Yeah. I have 52 kids, including D.C. and Puerto Rico."
More silence. Everyone look shocked, except Russia with that creepy look. And there's the thump, as England hit the floor, passed out. "Angleterre(6)! Do you need mouth to mouth?!" France exclaimed, leaning over and was almost there when the British nation sat up, head butting France. He glanced around in confusion, when he spotted America, leaning nervously on the desk. England jumped up as glared at the American
"YOU HAVE 52 KIDS! HOW IN THE BLOODY HELL DID A GIT LIKE YOU RAISE 52 KIDS!?" He yelled.
"Um, I don't know." He answered quietly.
"Angleterre, maybe you should calm down."
"Shut up, frog! How do you expect me to be calm when this idiot just told us he has 52 children!" He hissed.
"Hai(7), it is very unlikely that he raised them, depending on his behavior, he is really just a kid himself, no offense, America-san."
"I love how you guys are just taking about me like I'm not here and can't answer your questions." The younger superpower said.
"Why didn't you tell us before? Ve~ I love bambini(8)" Italy asked happily.
"Probably because of your reactions, and party because some of them have it out you." He said with a shrug.
"What do you mean by that, comrade?"
"Well, most of the 13 hate Iggy over that whole revolutionary war deal, then Louisiana and Arkansas and a few others still wanna punch France, etc, etc."
"Excusez-moi?(9) What?!" the Frenchman questioned with a worried expression.
"Oh, you shouldn't worry about that, they won't kill you...probably. Anyways, I've got some paperwork to do so I'm going to let you guys explore some, I already told the states you're here." The American explained. He turned around and dug through the papers. "Here's a list of everybody." He handed a list of names to Germany.
"Ve~ they sound scary, you can't come with us?!" The Italian whined.
"Nope! I've got stuff to do. Oh, and by the way, if any of you guys do as much as look at any of the states the wrong way, I won't hesitate to wipe you off the map. Have fun!" America said happily, his smile somewhat creepier.
"Hey! Wait a second!" The Brit yelled as he and the other countries were pushed out of the room.
The group stood in the middle of the hallway, with mixed emotions about what the American had just told them. Then there was a loud yell from a nearby room.
Translations
(1) Hello, Goodbye (Hawaiian)
(2) Bye (Italian)
(3) Was that girl Russian? Why was there a Russian kid in your house?! (Chinese)
(4) Friend (Spanish)
(5) America (French)
(6) England (French)
(7) Yes (Japanese)
(8) Children (Italian)
(9) Excuse me (French)
Chapter One is done, Ha, that rhymes. Anyways, please favorite and follow and all that stuff!