Author's Note: Here is the next chapter of Project Cerberus 2.0! Thank you to those who read and reviewed the prolouge~ Just a warning: This story will end up being Jumpy like that pretty much for the rest of this story, since for right now, that's my writing style. This chapter focuses on the meeting and revealing, the resulting chaos, and a little fact America revealed at the end of the last chapter! ;D You get an Interwebz Cookie if you can tell me in a REVIEW what that fact is. I take anonymous ones BTW.

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America was late to a meeting... again. But this time he had an actual reason! He even said as much as he walked through the door, "SO SOORRYY GUUYS! I KNOW I'm late Germany, BUT I have an excuse!" Even though the United States of America was late, he still managed to look more presentable than usual. His black suit neatly pressed, mostly, and his white collared shirt was starched to perfection. Hell, even his American-flag tie was clean and done right! Several of the more observant countries noticed all of these things, and wondered just what exactly had happened for the usually slobby American to be so... neat. It had to have been something big. Really, really BIG. Some straightened in apprehension.

"Aaw~ Did McDonald's run out of hashbrowns again?" simpered England, who remembered full well that had been the reasoning behind America being late the last time. He had, of course noticed that America didn't look like, as the Englishman called it, a raggamuffin. It made Arthur feel a little uneasy actually, but he would ignore the feeling and act as he normally would... for now.

Alfred rubbed the back of his head sheepishly before shaking his head. "Nah, haven't really eaten yet. Hadn't had a chance too~" Not realizing, or maybe he did and was secretly snickering at the shocked expressions on everyone's (including Russia and Sweden's) faces, that he had just caused some of the more excitable countries to have mini-panic attacks, the American turned to one of the maids. "Can please get me something breakfasty to eat? Make sure it's light though. With coffee as well."

The maid blinked before pulling out a little notepad for taking orders on and saying, "We have some maple toast with a small salad of assorted fruit dusted with sugar, if that is light enough for you. Would you like cream and sugar in your coffee sir?"

"I drink it black, but I'll take a few caffine shots if you have 'em. And that sounds really freakin' amazing! Thanks!~" Alfred glanced over at the large conference table, an almost discernable emotion flashing across his face. Was it... nervousness? But why would AMERICA, one of the most confident of them all, be nervous? "Oh and... get me a bottle of headache medicine with a glass of water, no ice... Please... Actually, just bring the whole coffee pot up here, I'm gonna need it..."

"Yes sir."said the lady as she curtsied and walked away. America turned to face the very people he had been mostly ignoring since he had walked in. They were all staring at him expectantly, most had their eyebrows raised in question. For once, the room was completely silent. America smiled uncertainly and sighed. Let the explanations begin.

"It all started about three am this morning..."

One explanation, one REALLY yummy breakfast, and three-going-on-four cups of Joe later...

To put it in the most simple of terms... The room was practically in Chaos, with Loki himself pretty much having a blast. Countries were ganging up on America, irate that he hadn't told them sooner. England was sulking in the corner, for in their miniscule culture, you were officially considered an adult when you got your first Guardian. Germany, Greece, and Japan were the only ones not rampaging in any way. Greece was still only half-asleep, Japan was trying to control himself, and Germany... well, I spoke too soon for him, I suppose. At least it was for a different reason than everyone else.

"EVERYONE SHUT UUUP!" went the harsh baritone of the blonde's voice. The room became as silent as the grave. Germany's cool blue eyes focused on America, who was surrounded. "RUSSIA, put the pipe down und go back to your seat! In fact, EVERYONE go back to your seats! Amerika, get your ass over here, you'll be sitting next to me today."

"S-Sir yes sir!" stuttered a paling-by-the-second Alfred, who began to head towards his fellow blonde. But he was still surrounded by fellow nations, so he turned around, ran at and up the wall, and jumped OVER the crowd. He rolled to a stop, stood up, brushed himself off, and nonchalantly made his way over, a smile now on his face.

Ludwig hadn't even blinked, he had seen him do it before, during wars. Granted, they were on seperate sides of the battlefield. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts of rather bad memories, the Germanic scowled and roared, "VELL!? VHAT ZE HELL ARE YOU ALL STILL STANDING UP FOR!?" A quick stampede quickly solved that issue. "Ve vill continue this... discussion, if that is indeed vhat it could be called, at a later date, vhen Amerika has more information on the subject. Obviously, if the child vas born so early this morning, he vill not have that much." At this, Ludwig to fix Alfred with a look, "Though I hope vhen the time comes, Amerika vill follow the CORRECT und PROPER procedures. Am I right? Am... I... Clear?"

"As Crystal~" smiled America.

Germany nodded and turned to the rest of the room, "Gut. Now, may ve go on vith vhat this meeting vas originally about?"

October 24, 1985

Eugene Woodward was a tall man with dark hair, small blue eyes covered with glasses, and small gut. Kay Woodward was a woman of average height, with brown hair and eyes, who still had some pregnancy weight to lose. They were the proud parents of two beautiful girls, one six, the other only three months. Little Elizabeth had her father's black hair and blue eyes. She could have grown up to be quite the looker. Baby Katherine (the parents liked sophisticated names) looked like she would her Maternal Grandfather's hair color to go with her blue-gray eyes and freckles. A bright, fiery, curly red mane would soon fill the baby's head, going every which way.

The Woodward family had decided to take a drive out in the town today, leaving the baby at home with a trusted neighbor. The doctor thought she was still too weak to be out and about in public. So the rest of them had piled in the car, and had only just gotten out of the local movie theater when it began to rain. Unforetunately, some people believe it's a good idea to drink and drive in the middle of the day when there's a seventy percent chance of rain. Our trio happened to meet one of these people when they ran a red light just as the Woodwards were making their way across. All three were pronounced dead long before the ambulances reached the hospital.

America hung up the phone and sighed. He had felt it happen, and he hadn't really needed telling, but it was nice of TN to tell him anyway. Sighing again, he dialed the number he had had written next to the phone since July... "Hello, Roger's Moving Service. This is Roger speaking." a gruff voice answered.

"Yeah, Hi. Tell me, do you do cross-state moves?"