Yo, guys; I'm back. Duh. Anyway, this chapter has slightly more plot. Slightly. And it may or may not confuse you. I'll start by letting you guys know, that, in my head-cannon, the only males capable of giving birth naturally, are the countries/nations. Yeah. That's all I'm saying on that subject.

"Ne-ee-mat": "Brother" in the language that he's speaking. I can't remember what it's called :/ [shot'd]

After the encounter with the strange foreigners, America had gone back to the small settlement that they were building. He suddenly realized that Mr. Finland and Mr. Sweden had no intention of going back on their giant rafts.

He did not hesitate to leave the cover of the brush and bramble to jog to the cabin closest to him. At the cabin, Mr. Finland was outside, helping Mr. Sweden unload the unnatural cubes that he later had learned were called "boxes".

America would talk with them; he in his language and they in their own language. The foreigners would show him interesting things, and he would show them the way of the land. They were apparently new to forestry.

It was subsequently later when he brought one of his own to greet them.

"Ah, hello!" Mr. Finland smiled warmly and Mr. Sweden just acknowledged the two with a slight nod of his head. "Who's this, America?"

America, who had picked up some of the foreigners' language, nodded and pointed to the smaller boy behind him. The boy behind him was considerably younger than he and had slightly darker skin. His large, chocolate brown eyes were wide with curiousness.

"Lenni Lenape," America answered for the child. Mr. Finland smiled again and tipped his hat.

"Hi, Lenni! Can I call you that?" Lenni Lenape just stared, showing no signs that he understood. Mr. Finland took it as a "yes". America smiled happily back.

"My child," America stated, hugging the newly dubbed "Lenni" warmly around the shoulders. Mr. Sweden just blinked and Mr. Finland's smile froze. Mr. Sweden spoke first, this time.

The two thought, 'How could a male…?' and 'Unless… he must be a…'

"How d' you ha' chil'en?" Mr. Sweden asked and America just frowned. The blond looked at the foreigners, head cocked to the side. "Ain't you eh bit youn'?" America looked at Mr. Finland with a look of confirmation. He wasn't even close to learning as much of their language to be able to decipher that.

"How do you have a child?" Mr. Finland understood America's panic. He also looked to Sweden, wondering why he didn't ask if he was a country, instead of asking he was "too young".

"Aren't you a little too young?"

"Young?" America asked. They nodded. "Not young."

America was walking along the winding dirt path that cut through the forest. It had looked man-made to Mr. Finland and Mr. Sweden, but America hadn't known what they were talking about. It had been there for a long time.

America laughed, smiling at the two who were walking beside him. Lenni Lenape and Nanticoke walked beside him, making remarks on the foreigners' ways. They had watched the white men, as well, and deemed them respectful enough. Yet, they were still slightly wary of them.

America sighed at his children. He had thought the white men were trustworthy enough. He idly wondered if his other children had met any foreigners and how they took to them.

They turned at the right spot and walked until they reached the edge of the trees. They kept going until they arrived at the brush and bramble area. America narrowed his eyes. What were the foreigners doing?

They had boxes again, but, this time, they were carrying the boxes outside. The exact opposite of what they were doing the day they first came. They had some of their people help them load the many boxes on the giant raft; he had learned that it was called a "boat" or a "ship". Nanticoke poked his brother's arm.

"Ne-ee-mat," he whispered, his black locks spilling over his shoulders. "Where are they going?" Lenni didn't answer his brother's question, only narrowing his eyes at the scene before them, like his father.

America finally sat on his behind and slouched, staring at the bush in front of him. They were leaving after such a short time! Was there something wrong? At least this meant more food for his people.

Lenni Lenape turned to his father, who was lost in thought. He kneeled beside him and spoke to him. They had to get back, soon. All of the tribes were having a get-together soon and they needed to be there. The white men might come back.

America nodded slowly and rose. That much was true. He had to have a meeting with all his children from the east side of the land. America also had to talk with his western children, as well. He played with a piece of his hair as they walked back to the tribe in silence.

America recalled hearing snippets of the two's conversation as they were packing up. They were miffed about something called a "Netherlands"? America suddenly felt really gloomy as he let the fact that the foreigners had left sink in.