Child 2: West Virginia

Disclaimer: Me don't own Hetalia

If Virginia was a perfect southern belle then West Virginia was the worst. Virginia spared no expense when mentioning this.

"West Virginia, you really need to stop being so tomboyish. What boy in their right mind would date someone like you?" Virginia would say sipping her black tea. "I don't really know what guy would date me." West Virginia shrugged her shoulders. To tell the truth she knew that even if a guy wanted to date her she wouldn't be interested in dating him. Mainly because he was a he.

Yes, Emma 'West Virginia' Jones-Kirkland was a lesbian. It was her dark secret. She didn't want to believe it. She heard Pops saying something like internalized homophobia to describe it. She needed to come out, if she didn't she would die of suffocation.

"And if you're going to try to get a date then dress more feminine like." Virginia smoothed her skirt. Virginia certainly dressed like a girl. A girl from the 18th century. Every piece of clothing that Elizabeth owned was historical. Every piece of clothing that Emma owned was either plaid or jean. "If I can find the time. I'll even let my hair grown longer." "That would be fantastic."

"Is Pops and Daddy here?" "I think so. You can try Daddy's office." West Virginia walked towards the elevator. The house was so big that they needed an elevator in the house. This was one of the cool things you get to have in your house if you have fifty kids. But if you ask England it wasn't worth it. That was sarcasm right? Hopefully to his children it was. On the tenth floor she got off and went to the last room in the west wing that served as Daddy's office. She knocked twice on the door before she heard Pops' voice ring out "Come in!". West Virginia entered the office. Pops used this as an office as well despite having his own on the third floor.

"Daddy and Pops I have an announcement to make." It was at these moments that West Virginia became painfully shy. "You're not pregnant are you?" England asked his eyebrows furrowing. "No! I just wanted to tell you guys that I'm a lesbian."

It felt orgasmic to get that off her chest. Of course she didn't know what it felt like to experience an orgasm but New York said they felt great. "It took you that long to figure it out." America said. And they had the nerve to call him dumb. Ooh look there's a chipmunk climbing a tree. Hi Mr. Chipmunk! "West Virginia will you please come down to the shooting range with me." England got up from his desk and West Virginia followed him.

They reached the shooting range that was connected to the garage. The shooting range was built on a pregnant America's whim. The family is aware that America is the only person while pregnant to want guns on house grounds. If Switzerland ever got knocked up then maybe he could want a shooting range as well.

England pulled West Virginia into a hug. England wasn't necessarily one for physical contact and when he did it was rare. The last time West Virginia remembered being hugged this tightly was when Hawaii was born. England had a habit of hugging any of his existing children when another one was born.

"I'm proud of you." England said. West Virginia briefly wondered if Daddy and Pops hadn't switch bodies and it was actually Pops hugging her. How awesome would that be?!?!But in the end Emma was glad that she was accepted and loved for who she was.

A simple but often never gotten wish.

Author's Note: Thanks for everyone that gave me tips and advice and a special shout-out to Darona for telling me I should make Elizabeth give a hard time on everything about Emma!