Bunny: None of the nations know Alfred/America is blind and also has 52 children. Also he is married to 'South'. What happens if they did?

Paring: Us/Fem!US (South)


"Daddy! Where's my backpack?!" A voices yells as Alfred stir from his sleep. Blinking his eyes as the darkness seems to get a bit lighter. Alfred rubs his eyes as he listen for footsteps. Climbing out of bed to his closet to get dress for the world meeting. Feeling for the hanger that held his outfit for today that one of his many daughters had pick out. He got dress quickly before his door was slam open with a bam. Tighten his tie before turning towards the door, he waits for the intruder to speak.

"Dad...did you let York dress you?" The intruder ask as they undid his coat and put another jacket on. "Plaid does not look good."

"Thank you Ginny," he pats the head of one of his son. "Any new messages?"

"Please don't call me ...England wants you to hurry up and don't be late for the meeting." He pulls out a notebook as he twirls a piece of his medium length golden hair. His green eyes flashing with hatred as he read the first part of the note. "Also Rosia wants you or Blake to watch her ankle bitters while she fights the Chobacopa."

"Ask Blake to watch his little siblings," Alfred listens as he heard Ginny write down that note. "Did everyone get to school on time?"

Ginny pauses to look at his father. He always winches at the sight of his eyes. He knew that it was the price he paid to keep DJ from almost dying and having burn marks when the capitol was burnt down by his own brother and former-father figure. No one outside of the family and the president know the truth that America was blind. By looking at Alfred, you couldn't tell he was blind. His sky-blue eyes shimmer with joy and excitement when he smiles. "Is York ready?" Alfred ask as he puts on 'Texas'. "I don't really want to wait for his slow..."

"DADDY!" Alfred curse as he heard some glass breaking. "Stevie is flying his spaceship inside again!"

Alfred rub the bridge of his nose as he walk speedily down. Hearing a swish as he reach the bottom. There was a smell of grey earl tea with a pinch of leather. The smell told him that it was one of the eldest boy of the main thirteen.

"Where's your mother, Boston?" Alfred taps his foot as he sighs from the screaming voices in front of him.

"She went to drop off the western side before heading east," Boston glares at the boy about 12 with dark brown hair with red highlights. The boy was wearing a red stripe shirt with brown shorts. He was glare at Tony with his green eyes. "She left Stevie here since he said he wasn't feeling well."

"I am sick," Stevie points at Tony. "Tony talk me out of bed to try out something new he added on to my spaceship."

"Fucking," Tong shrugs.

"Doesn't matter if it still is broken. You did amazing," Stevie nods at Tony and smiles at Alfred. "Are you going to tell mom about this?"

"You're grounded young man," a voice hisses as all three turns to the entry way. Standing there was a woman who was about 20. She had short blonde hair that shift to dark when she moves. Her gray eyes shining with angry as she glares at Stevie. She points upstairs as she looks at her son. "Up to your room in 10."

"But!"

"Uno...Dous..."

Stevie gasps as he ran quickly upstairs. He brush past Boston and Alfred as he skip some stairs. He made a girl about 17 fall as he ran past. Getting back up, she sasha over to them.

"Good morning dad," she kiss Alfred's cheek as she hug her mom. "Morning, mama."

"Morning love," Alfred tilts his head as he smell the air. "Is that a new perfume?" "Si~!" She jumps up and down as she claps her hands.

"Ora," her mother tsk as she shook her head. "I can never figure out why ."

"Its a girls' way to show they are growing up," Ora states as Boston mimics her. She glares at him as she flips him off. Her mom shakes her head as she kisses Alfred on the lips lightly, making the two gross out. "Get a room!"

"They would love too, but dad has a meeting," a voice interrupts as a boy about 19 walks smooth down the staircase. "We're late as it is."

"Well, if you had hurry up," Alfred turns his head as he smell the sweet air of hot dogs and Italian food. "If course York is always on time."

"You did raise me like this," York shrugs as his blonde hair falls into his green eyes. "Don't worry mother. You did your best."

"Sometimes I wonder what would happen if you raise by your grandpa." His mother puts her hand on her chin. "Nevermind...the only thing you'll learn from that man is how to burn food."

"Amelia, you know Arthur tries his best at cooking," Alfred sighs as he felt smooth hands touch his cheek.

"I know, but our Arthur can cook like chief from France mix with Italian. Of course there is that part of Netherlands with the money," Amelia giggles as Alfred shakes his head. "Get going."

Alfred kiss her on the cheek as York pulls him out the door. He loosens his tie as he pulls on his favorite bomber jacket. Sitting in the back he closes his eyes as he thinks about the meeting.

"Should I pull up in front for you to be early dad, or do you want McDonald's?" York smirk as Alfred chuckles.

"This hero is always late...let's surprise them."

"Yes sir! Oh, your notes are in your suitcase in the left pocket. Please refrain from stuffing hamburgers in there with important paperwork." York sighs as his dad just shrugs.