America has what?!

Chapter 1

It was the one time of year when all the Nations had to meet. But this wasn't a monthly meeting; it was the biggest ones of the year. This lasted a whole week. Instead of talking about one subject, they discussed everything about the world. And it somehow managed to take a week. It was the 3rd day into it, and he was already bored. America hated this because he wouldn't be home for the entire time. He worried that the kids would misbehave or get hurt. And they wouldn't be able to contact him when they were discussing, since they had to keep their phones off. He was so worried that he didn't notice England had walked up to him.

"America. Earth to America. Snap out of it you bloody wanker." England said, trying to get America's attention. America snapped out of it and turned to him. "What did you say?" He asked.

England rolled his eyes. "Can you be mature for one bloody minute and pay attention?"

America pouted. "I'm mature."

France happened to walk by at that moment. "Did I hear mature and America in the same sentence? Surely I must be wrong. America is not mature or responsible."

"I am too." America yelled.

England shook his head. "Is that something a mature person would say?"

America crossed his arms. "You can think I'm immature, but you have to admit I am responsible."

England and France looked at each other and burst out laughing. "Prove it then." England said, regaining his composure.

America opened his mouth then shut it. He could have proved it by saying he takes care of 50 kids, but that would reveal his secret. He would have to deal with them thinking that.

England smirked. "Exactly." He then left to talk to Spain about who knows what.

America crossed his arms and sat down. England could be a real jerk sometimes. If only they knew. He thought. He sat there for about 5 minutes until the meeting resumed. It was France's turn to present. It would take a couple hours, so he would be forced to listen to him for many hours. He checked his phone one last time before turning it off. He'd have to wait till later tonight to talk to any of the kids that called him.

It was the beginning of Germany's presentation 8 hours later when the huge double doors slammed open. A girl who looked about 17 years old ran into the room. She had short blond hair hair and bright blue eyes. You would think to describe her as a rebel. She had black thick short heeled boots, ripped black skinny jeans, a white shirt with bold black lettering that said "Life without music would be a mistake". Her boots stomped on the ground as she ran towards the table. Before she reached it she jumped onto it. The table shook as she ran down. Papers flew as she passed. She didn't stop till she stopped a few feet in front of the head of the table. She stopped and slid till she was sitting in front of America. She had both hands to the side of her, and her head bent down and was breathing heavily, like she had run a mile. She looked over at America and said "We have a problem."

This, of course, confused the other Nations. Some girl had ran into the room, ran across the table which in turned scattered everyone's papers, and ran in front of America to tell him that they had a problem.

"What the hell are you doing here?! Are you crazy?" America asked, his face half confusion and half anger.

"I just told you, we have a problem. And yes, I am." The mysterious girl said with a sarcastic tone.

England was the first to recover from shock. "Excuse me, but who are you?"

The girl stood up and looked at him. "Listen, I know who you are, so shut the hell up. I'm not here to talk to you."

England's mouth dropped and he was speechless. The girl turned back to America. "Yeah, we have a big problem."

America stood up and put his hands on the table, looking mad. "What are you doing here? You know you're not supposed to come here."

The girl crossed her arms. "You think I don't know that. I wouldn't have come if this wasn't something we couldn't handle."

America sat back down. "Alright, just explain why you're here."

The girl crossed her legs and leaned back using her hands as support. "Well, from what I heard, Arkansass was trying to play a prank on Dylan. I guess he put a bunch of spiders in a bucket to drop it on him or something. But he didn't realize that Conner and Raven were in his room with him. Apparently Raven was leaving so she triggered something and all the spiders fell on her instead of Dylan. And of course she had a panic attack. When he and Conner tried to calm her down, she must have somehow connected them to the prank, so she freaked out on them. Of course no one could calm her down, we tried for 10 min. We didn't want her to stay like that for days straight, so we had to bring her to you. We took the jet so it only took like 20 min to get here."

America said a few choice words under his breath. "I swear to god he'd better hide when I get home. Where's Raven?"

The girl raised her hand. "I'll personally do the killing if you want. And Nick is getting her out of the helicopter."

At that moment, another figure ran into the room. It was a boy who was carrying a flailing girl in his arms. They both were the same age as the first girl. Unlike the girl, he had shaggy brown hair and green eyes. He wore black converse sneakers and a sweatshirt with ripped jeans. He was carrying a shaking girl who appeared to be hyperventilating. Her light blond hair was a tangled mess.

The girl turned her head and called to the boy. "It's about time you got here."

The boy rolled his eyes and tried to get a better grip on the girl. "You try getting someone who's having a panic attack out of a Jet." He reached America and held the girl out. "You wanna deal with this? She's trying to claw my eyes out."

America took the girl into his arms and sat down. Automatically, the girl latched onto him. He started talking to the girl, but no one could hear what he was saying. Unsure of what to do, Germany spoke up.

"Who are you kids? And what are you doing here?"

The girl laid down on the table, then pointed to the boy. "Let him explain."

The boy climbed onto the table and sat on his sister, who made a wheezing sound. "I am the amazing New York, or as most people call me, Nick. The girl who's flipping out is Rhode Island, or Raven. And the weirdo I'm sitting on is New Jersey, or Jessica. Unless you're me, as I call her weirdo.

Jessica pushed him off of her. "You're such an idiot. And you suck at introductions." She sat up again. "And we're here because Raven had a panic attack. So we had to get him to calm her down. Oh, wait, ok she's done."

The girl, Raven as they now knew, had indeed calmed down. She was now talking quietly to America.

"If I may ask, how do you know America?" Japan asked quietly.

Jessica looked at America, but realizing he was still caught up with Raven, turned to Nick.

He shrugged. "It's too late now. Might as well tell 'em."

Jessica turned to Japan, since he was the one who asked the question. "I'm actually surprised you guys haven't figured it out yet. We know America cause he's out dad."