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It was just a normal day in the life of the American household. Nine o'clock on a Friday morning meant that nearly all the states were still in bed, only their mother was awake so far. The mother in question was currently sitting at the kitchen table, sipping her peppery coffee. She was waiting for her children to wake up one at a time. Memory told her who it was who would be the first to wake up.
Sure enough, Minnesota sulked into the kitchen not a minute later. There were dark circles under her eyes and she dragged her feet as she walked. Like many of her siblings, Minnesota was not a morning person. The Midwestern state made her way across the kitchen to make herself a cup of coffee collided with the counter instead. She slid down to the floor and landed hard on the linoleum.
"Off." Minnesota blinked in bleary surprise before tilting sideways and going right back to sleep.
Morocco glanced over her newspaper with a quirked eyebrow. "You are acting like your aunt when she comes for a visit," she commented.
"Mph," Minnesota grumbled into her arm, translating to Morocco as 'am not'."
Delaware was next to slope into the kitchen. "M-Morning, Mum," he stuttered with a yawn while he ruffled his hair.
"Good morning, Delaware," Morocco said, taking another sip of her coffee. "Did you sleep well?"
"Like a bairn," Delaware replied. He filled the tea kettle and threw it onto the stove, beginning to prepare himself a cup of Earl Gray tea.
Hawaii was the third awake, no doubt awoke by Minnesota nearly falling down the stairs. The state's usually exotically done hair hung lip and she looked ready to murder someone if they dared to speak to her. Alaska followed straight after her youngest sister. She was much more awake than either of her three other siblings.
Seeing Minnesota on the floor, Alaska grabbed the carafe of coffee from the counter and poured a mug. It was placed on the floor beside Minnesota's head. There was a moment of stillness before Minnesota started sniffing the air. Bolting upright, she grabbed the mug off coffee and inhaled the fumes.
"Mm," she sighed dreamily. "Coffee. The nectar of the gods."
Hawaii fell into the chair beside her mother. Her head hit the table hard in her exhaustion.
"Don't do that, Hawaii," Morocco chided her youngest daughter. "You're going to wind up having a headache all day."
"She already gets a headache from all the sugar she eats," Delaware muttered under his breath, pouring hot water into his teacup. Hawaii growled at him.
"Good morning, Mother," Alaska said as she sat down with a cup of coffee in her hands. "How did you sleep last night?"
"I would have slept quite well, if it weren't for a certain incident," Morocco replied. She looked gravelly at the door hiding her three youngest sons. Three heads poked around the doorway with guilty looks on their faces.
"We didn't mean to do it, Ma," Utah said with a pout. "It was Oklahoma's idea."
"Was not," Oklahoma said incredulously. "It was Arizona's." Arizona sent him a murderous glare.
"That's enough," Morocco snapped, startling all her children within the vicinity. They had never heard their mother take on a harsh tone with them before. Firm, maybe, but never harsh. "The point is, you did it."
"What did you three do this time?" Alaska asked with a roll of her eyes.
"If you convinced Arizona to play with rattlers again," Minnesota said, raising a hand. "I'm not fixing him up again."
"They did not poison Arizona again," Morocco said with a glare at her three sons. "They were telling horror stories last night before they all went to bed."
"What's wrong with horror stories?" Delaware asked curiously before withering under his mother's fierce glare.
"They were just a bit of fun," Arizona whined from his seat on the floor outside the kitchen. He wouldn't dare set foot in the same room as his mother when she was mad.
There was a tapping of small feet before a small form wandered into the kitchen. He dragged a blanket behind himself and sleepily rubbed an eye with a fist. Blinking his dark almond eyes, the boy studied each of the teenagers in the room. His complexion mirrored Morocco's: dark hair and eyes with cocoa skin.
"Look who finally woke up," Delaware cooed. Setting his teacup aside, he scooped his little brother into his arms. "Aren't you usually up at the buttcrack of dawn, Laddie?"
"Do not say such words around him," Morocco said sternly. She stood and took the boy from her eldest son. "He does not need to be hearing them. Is that not right, Alerbat Sela Zemwer Z'eyer? (Rabat-Salé-Zemmour-Zaer?)"
"I listened to Pa swear like a sailor until I was all grown up," Utah muttered under his breath. Delaware was pouting from having lost his little brother.
"Yes, well," Morocco said as she hefted Rabat up on her hip. "Your father raised you all the American way."
"Why America way?" Minnesota asked Delaware in a hushed whisper.
It was at this moment California chose to enter the kitchen. She was pinched her nose with a rather stained Kleenex and dark bruises were forming around her eyes. Her nose was undoubtedly broken.
"What happened to you?" Morocco asked, absentmindedly dropping Rabat into a rand state's arms. The region blinked in surprise but simply wrapped his arms around their neck. Morocco rushed to her daughter's side and began to inspect California's nose.
"I tried to wake Daddy up," California said in a nasally voice. "He punched me in the face."
America was well-known around the house to suffer nightmares in his sleep about the wars he had fought in or terrible situation he'd landed himself in. It was always hardest when he was dreaming about concentration camps, he woke the whole house with his screams. And every state knew not to attempt to wake their father up; America lashed out at anything that touched him.
"Oh, your father," Morocco said before leaving the room quickly. She was the only one who could calm America down when he woke from one of his nightmares.
Rabat craned his neck to watch his mother leave. "Am, (Mother,)" he said.
"Yes, Mom," Alaska said, jiggling her brother playfully. "She has to go help Dad."
Rabat blinked his dark eyes up at her. "Sheqyeqh. (Sister.)"
"Da, Sestra," Alaska said in Russian. She set Rabat on the floor. "If you never walk, your legs are going to fall off."
Rabat blinked again and slowly looked around with a curious air. Glancing up, he spotted a wooden spoon and stood on his tiptoes to reach the instrument until he was able to grab it. He held the spoon in his small hands, turning it over in his hands and examining every inch of it.
"What are you doing, Rabat?" Minnesota asked carefully, sipping her coffee. Rabat was prone to throwing things around the room, especially at people.
"So, what was it?" Delaware asked California quietly.
"He was shouting in German, I think," California said, checking her nose and frowning. She was going to have black eyes for a week. "I couldn't really understand it."
Rabat poked Minnesota in the leg with the spoon. "Minnie," he said.
"Ja, Minnesota," Minnesota said. She brushed the spoon side. "Don't do that."
Rabat was silent for a moment before he gave a sudden screech and raised the spoon as high as he could and brought it down on Minnesota's leg with a loud slap.
"Gah!" Minnesota scrambled away from Rabat. The coffee cup she had just been holding shattered on the floor and her precious drink spilled all over the floor. Rabat screeched again and leapt onto a chair, surprisingly nimble for a region who had spent over half his life being held. He waved the spoon wildly through the air.
"Rabat, knock it off," Minnesota ordered sternly. Her siblings just watched her. "Mom wouldn't like you behavior. Rabat only replied by smacking her on the face with the spoon. "Rabat!" Minnesota snatched the spoon from Rabat and grabbed his wrist in a tight grasp. "Don't you ever smack me like that again."
"Minnesota," Delaware said warningly, taking a careful step forward. "You don't need to go Viking on the poor lad. He's only two."
"Shut up, Delaware," Minnesota snapped back at her brother. Rabat leapt off the table onto Minnesota's shoulders, pounding on her head with his fists and screeching loudly. "Get off!" Minnesota howled loudly, trying to yank Rabat off herself. "Get off!"
Strong hands grabbed Rabat around the waist and lifted him off Minnesota's shoulders. The region was propped on the hip of a rather worn looking man.
"Rabat, anet la tedreb akhetk, (don't hit your sister,)" America said in an exhausted tone. Rabat frowned but laid his head on his father's shoulders, ready for a nap.
"Of course," Morocco sighed, having followed her husband into the kitchen. "The region I have and it has to be the capital of the pirates." Minnesota sniffed haughtily while the rest of the states just looked shocked.
"Babe, I hate to eat and run," America said, passing Rabat off to his wife. "But Far Den called a meeting at his place."
"That's fine," Morocco said. She struggled to hold Rabat as the region's head lolled back to stare at his father. "I need to keep an eye on Rabat for the time being. It seems like we are the only ones able to control him."
"Right, I'll see you all in a week or two," America said, kissing Morocco on the cheek and ruffling his children's hair. "I'll see you kiddos then too. And I'm really sorry, Cali. I didn't mean to hit you."
"It's nothing Daddy," California said with a dismissive wave. "Go have fun."
"See you later," America called over his shoulder as he grabbed a suitcase in the hall and rushed out the door for the car.
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September 13th, Copenhagen, Denmark
You are cordially invited to a world meeting at the House of Mirrors on Friday the 13th of September by the Kingdoms of Denmark, Norway, and Sweden.
Address: 413 Viking Gade Copenhagen, Denmark
Please attend the world meeting, we would hate to have you miss out.
The Kingdoms of Denmark, Norway, and Sweden
The House of Mirrors was not one but actually two separate buildings connected by a single unfished skyway. The two buildings were exact replicas, one could say reflections, of each other. They were four stories tall with the front lobby jutting out of the front on the first floor. From the outside the buildings looked to be made purely of mirrors. Upon closer examination, though, they were reveal to really be made of darkened windows.
"Blimey," Sealand said from Finland's side, staring up at the House of Mirrors. "This place is huge."
"It only looks that way," Finland said with a sigh. "Trust me, it will be smaller on the inside."
"But why did Uncle Denmark want us to come here?" Sealand asked curiously. He skipped beside Finland once his adoptive mother began making her way toward the buildings.
"Because he wants to hold a world meeting," Finland replied.
"I'm a country," Sealand suddenly squealed, grabbing Finland's hand and swinging it rather hard. "Norway sent me an invitation; that means I'm a county."
"Don't get your hopes up too quickly," Ladonia shouted from sulking behind Finland and Sealand. "England won't even recognize you." The Swedish micronation had been forced to travel with Finland and Sealand to Denmark for the world meeting.
Sealand frowned at Ladonia over his shoulder. "Mum, do you have his laptop?" he asked.
"Now, now, Sealand," Finland scolded. "I don't want you picking on Ladonia. And it doesn't necessarily mean you're a nation if Norway invited you."
Sealand visibly wilted at that. "B-But . . ."
"Oi, Limey!" a voice shouted, and Sealand Ladonia turned to see Hutt River and Wy hurrying toward them.
"Wy!" Sealand crowed and skipped to his friend's side, completely forgetting Finland. "I got invited to a world meeting. I'm a country!"
Wy frowned and crossed her arms. "You haven't even been recognized yet," she pointed out hotly.
"Ohya," Finland sighed. "Here we go again." She perked up when she spotted Japan slowly making her way after Wy and Hutt River.
"Kon'nichiwa, Finland-chan," Japan said, bowing slightly to Finland when she reached her friend. "It is good to see you again."
"Oh, moi moi, Japan," Finland said as she rubbed the back of her head and chuckled weakly. "It's nice to see you too. Is Australia coming?"
"Hai, Oz-kun had to stop and grab some . . . white coffee," Japan said unsurely. "Have you seen Denmark-kun, Sweden-kun, or Norway-chan anywhere?"
"I haven't seen Su-san since I took Sealand to see a movie about dead things," Finland said worriedly. "We ended up having to leave early because it scared Sealand too much."
"I'm a country!" Japan and Finland heard Sealand shout.
"Perhaps you should have taken him to see the movie about the polar bears," Japan suggested gently. "America-kun told me it is family-friendly."
"I would have," Finland sighed. "But Sealand demanded to see the dead movie."
"Hm," Japan hummed. She smiled when she saw a disheveled looking America wandering up the path with Molossia at his side. "Kon'nichiwa, America-kun," Japan called, and America looked up.
"Hey," America called back, raising a hand in greeting. He hurried to catch up to his mother and friend. "Kon'nichiwa, Japan. Moi moi, Äita. (Mom.)"
"Moi moi, America," Finland said with a sigh. "You look tired. Don't tell me the New World Magicians have been keeping you busy?"
"Nah," America laughed nervously and ruffled his hair. "Elections are coming up and the tension in the house is running high. The kids keep getting into fights about who's going to win this year."
"Oh." Finland brightened up at the mention of children. "So, is D.C. going to be joining them in the chaos, then?"
"D.C.?" America repeated with a frown. He looked between Japan and Finland for an answer to his silent question.
"Ah, she is talking about your son," Japan said quickly. "We have not yet had the chance to meet Washington D.C."
"You guys think the kid's D.C.?" America asked in surprise. He was silent for a moment before chuckling. "No, no, he's Rabat, one of Morocco's regions."
"Nani?" Japan asked in shock. "You mean to say there be no District of Columbia?"
"Not unless the next one is D.C.," America told his friend. "I think Morocco's going to have all her regions next."
"Wow," Finland said, blinking. "Are you sure that's not going to be too many kids?"
"It's only sixteen more," America laughed and began to make his way into the House of Mirrors. "You now, Far Den never told me what the House of Mirrors is."
"I believe it is a mirror company," Japan said, following America while the micronations lagged behind. "I did some research on the House of Mirrors before I arrived for the world meeting. They mass produce mirrors every year and sell them worldwide."
"Mirrors, huh?" America asked. He craned his head back to watch the building grow as they approached it. "What a coincidence," he muttered to himself. "Mirrors."
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China was thoroughly surprised when another nation hurriedly turned the corner and collided with him, causing their papers to fall everywhere. Ukraine sat up, rubbing her head and blinking quickly to try and stop her world from spinning.
"Nǐ hǎo, Ukraine," China said, rubbing his arm. He was still trying to get used to being around other nations after over two years of isolation, imprisonment, and torture. "Are you alright, aru?"
"I am fine," Ukraine said as she began to collect her papers. "I'm sorry for running into you like that. I didn't mean to."
"It alright," China assured the European nation. He bent down to gather some papers into his arms. "As America would say: no harm, no foul, right, aru?"
"Right," Ukraine agreed. She looked down at two pieces of paper and groaned. "Wonderful."
"What is it, aru?" China asked worriedly, shuffling the papers he had gathered.
"I mixed up my own paperwork with the EU paperwork," Ukraine replied. "It's going to take forever to sort them now."
"You can sort them during the meeting," China suggested. "I am sure it will be nothing but boring speeches, aru."
"I don't think so," Ukraine said slowly. "I think I know what this meeting is going to be about."
"I have heard Denmark wants to suggest forming stronger bonds with the United Nations, aru," China said. He handed Ukraine the stack of paper he'd picked up.
Ukraine stood, accepting the papers. "He wants to create a stronger bond between the United Nations?" she repeated.
"Duì, that is what I have head," China said as he began to make his way toward the meeting room. "What did you hear it was going to be about, aru?"
"I didn't hear about it from anybody," Ukraine said softly. "But I've been watching the news. The civil war in Turkey is just horrible."
"Duì, it is," China agreed gravelly. "I cannot believe how far Turkey is taking this. Do you think he has noticed he is the one firing the most ammunition, aru?"
"If he did," Ukraine said. "Then I think he would have invaded Ottoman already."
"Bù, you misunderstand me." China stopped and turned to look at Ukraine. "Ottoman can stop Turkey whenever he wants, but it is Turkey who is fighting the most. It is as if Ottoman is simply standing still why Turkey punches him, aru."
"Why don't you do something?" Ukraine asked angrily. "Why can't you stop Turkey from doing this?"
"Because he is not my issue," China replied firmly. "Turkey may be entirely Asian now, but that does not mean I have control over him."
After being reintroduced to the nations, Ottoman had brought quite a surprise along with him. Not only had he been brought back to life, but he now represented the European region of Turkey: East Thrace. Turkey now represented Anatolia and was considered Asian. The two nations had been at war since the moment Turkey had found out.
"We have the European Union," Ukraine said hopefully. "Don't you have something like that?"
China shook his head. "Bù, we do not," he said. "I may hold meetings with the rest of the Chinese nations or East Asia, but there is no such thing as an Asian Union, aru."
"Then make one," Ukraine pressed. "Then you can stop Turkey from doing these horrid acts."
"Do you really think a few of us ancient nations could stop Turkey from attacking his neighbor?" China asked in a tone that suggested Ukraine was crazy. "I am five thousand years old, there is no way I could withstand another attack. I am sorry, Ukraine, but unless someone else steps in, Turkey is on his own, aru."
"Then is this the end?" Ukraine stopped in her walking and her grip on the papers tightened to the point she might rip them. "Will Turkey die due to insanity?"
China turned to look out a window. It was several moments before he spoke. "I do think Ottoman would allow that to happen," he said softly. "I have observed Ottoman whenever he has been around. He seems . . . calmer than when we first knew him. He might laugh at Turkey's anger, but he seems to genuinely care for Turkey's well-being, aru."
"Well then, he needs to do something," Ukraine shouted, angry tears filling her eyes. "Before Turkey kills himself trying to kill him." China turned to her with a shocked look on his face. He had never heard Ukraine shout before.
"Ma chère, (My dear,) is something wrong?" Canada asked from just inside the meeting room doors.
"It's nothing," Ukraine said, wiping her tears away. "China and I were just talking." Canada looked between his crying wife and China before nodding slowly.
"Oui?" he asked. "Well, the meeting is about to start. We're just waiting for America to get in."
"Of course, we will be right in," China told Canada who retreated back into the meeting room. He turned back to Ukraine. "Duìbùqǐ," he apologized. "I did not mean to upset you, Ukraine, aru."
"It's alright," Ukraine sighed. "But I just don't want to see Turkey's time end so soon. He's one of the oldest nations here. If he goes, who's next?"
"Aiyah!" China cried angrily. "Turkey is still a teenager. Why is it all you Westerners talk about is old people dying? Aiyah, do you not think we find it offensive, aru?" He crossed his arms in a pouting manner.
"I am sorry, China," Ukraine said as she turned to head into the meeting room. "But I've seen too many nations fall to madness; and I fear Turkey will be the next one."
"Bù, I forbid it," China snapped to thin air. "If anyone dies of old age, it will be me. I am the oldest nation alive, aru."
"That doesn't necessarily mean you will die before Turkey," Ukraine said from the room's doorway. "You may still have a few more millennia in you."
China glared at Ukraine before sulking into the meeting room. When Taiwan tried to start a conversation with him, he snapped angrily at her. Both Macau and Hong Kong looked to their older brother with quirked eyebrows.
"Someone's been talking to Teacher about death again," Hong Kong commented to Macau who nodded sagely.
"And nothing good can come from that," Macau agreed.
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Cuba jerked out of his stupor at the sound of raised voices. He blinked blearily, looking around to find himself still lying on one of the couches in the lobby. A door slammed nearby and he groaned, pressing his palms into his eyes. Nothing he tried would drive his throbbing headache away.
"It's not my fault if Hong Kong likes my house," Iceland protested to someone. "She just likes to sleep over a lot."
Who it was became clear moments later. "She's going to start losing her heritage." It was Taiwan, and she sounded close to tears. "It was bad enough when England kidnapped her for all those years."
"She's not going to lose her heritage," Iceland replied hotly. "I hear her singing in Chinese all the time."
"But all she speaks when she's home is Icelandic," Taiwan almost whined. "And look at Bauhinia. She calls you Faðir'."
"Maybe it's because I actually care for her," Iceland snapped. "I spent just as much time raising her as Hong Kong did."
Cuba rolled over, trying to block the argument that was happening feet away from his couch.
"Just, stay away from Hong Kong for a few weeks, okay?" Taiwan asked unsurely. "O-Or . . . I'll tell Teacher you two are sleeping together."
"What?" Iceland yelped in surprise. "No we're not!"
"So what if you're not?" Taiwan snapped through what sounded like tears to Cuba. "You wouldn't be able to see Hong Kong anymore if Teacher thought you were."
"You wouldn't dare," Iceland started to say, but he was interrupted.
"¿Quieres que idiotas callar? (Would you idiots shut up?)" Cuba roared, bolting upright. Both Taiwan and Iceland froze in shock. They turned to look at Cuba.
"How long have you been sitting there?" Taiwan asked slowly. She wiped a stray tear away.
"The entire time," Cuba snarled, glaring between the two nations. Iceland swallowed hard at the look. Taiwan licked her lips nervously. "Now get lost." Cuba laid back down and threw an arm over his eyes to block the light. "Before I make you regret it."
There was the sound of footsteps as Iceland practically ran away. Cuba was certain he was alone, the Asian nations having a reputation for walking quietly, when a hand suddenly pressed against his forehead.
"You're burning up," Taiwan said softly. She appeared in Cuba's vision.
"I didn't notice," Cuba said sarcastically, rolling over.
"Cuba, what's wrong?" Taiwan asked worriedly. "You're as pale as Norway."
"It's nothing," Cuba said. He sat up and winced at the spikes of pain that ran through his bones.
"Cuba," Taiwan said slowly. She sat down beside the other island nation and took his hand in hers. "What is it? Is something wrong in your country?"
"My people have had enough," Cuba said softly. "They don't want to be communist anymore."
"Isn't that a good thing, though?" Taiwan asked in confusion.
"My government wants to be communist," Cuba sighed. "The riots have been escalating in the past two years."
"Huh." Taiwan was quiet for a few moments before she perked up. "I know exactly what you need. Come on!"
"¿Qué?" Cuba groaned. "I can barely walk."
"I can help with that," Taiwan said, grabbing Cuba's other hand and pulling him up from the couch. "Lái ba. (Come on.)"
Cuba grumbled in Spanish to himself but reluctantly followed the Asian nation. Taiwan led him into what looked like a break room furnished with a fridge, long counter, and three round tables. Cuba was pushed into a chair before Taiwan hurried to the freezer and opened it.
"Oh, good, ice," Taiwan said gleefully as she pulled a whole tray out. Cuba was silent as he stared at the glass walls. "Teacher has had a lot of riots in the past too," Taiwan said, pouring the ice cubs into a bag. "Macau, Hong Kong, and I learned pretty quickly how to help him through the pain." Cuba gripped the arm of his chair, his knuckling turning snow white.
Taiwan turned around and frowned. "Is the pain too much, Cuba?" she asked worriedly.
"It's not the pain," Cuba said through gritted teeth.
"Then what is it?" Taiwan asked in confusion.
"It's my reflection," Cuba replied.
"Shénme?" Taiwan's frown deepened and she turned to look at her own reflection in the glass walls. "What about them?"
"That's not my reflection in the glass," Cuba said slowly. "That's me on the other side."
The Cuba in the glass stood from his chair, raising a fist and aiming for the glass.
"¡Corre! (Run!)" Cuba shouted.
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North Russia's gaze traveled around the nations in the room. Turkey appeared furious over something Cyprus had said and was arguing in Turkish with the island nation. Northern Cyprus was right by his side. Finland was trying to get Sealand to stop running around and demanding other nations recognize him. Denmark and Sweden sat in a corner on their own, barely paying attention to the nations around them. Poland was in a deep discussion with Latvia and Lithuania who both looks nervous.
"I am wondering when the fighting will begin," North Russia commented to her husband, tugging her silver braid over her shoulder. "There are so many of us here."
"Hopefully not for a while," Russia said tiredly. "I am still tired from the flight over. Though, not as tired as Little America apparently."
The nation in question had fallen asleep with his head on Netherlands' shoulder. The Dutch nation made a face and shrugged slightly to try to shake America off him. This caused Belgium to start scolding him for such an action.
"What is Poland talking about?" North Russia asked curiously. "I saw her reading history books earlier."
"I believe she is talking to them about Prussia," Russia said, pulling a face at the thought of it. "After some reading she learned Prussia is their brother."
"That still does not explain why she is so interested," North Russia said with a frown.
"Prussia is her brother-in-law, da," Russia replied. "Poland has every right to be curious about her extended family."
"Papochka." Poland rushed over to Russia and North Russia, panic written all over her face. "Prussia is, like, Latvia and Lithuania's brother!"
"Da, I knew that," Russia said with a nod. "I met Prussia when he was still the Teutonic Knights. He spoke Old Prussian then."
"And what about, like, Kaliningrad?" Poland demanded.
Russia sighed, knowing where this was going. "Kaliningrad was the heart of Prussia," Russia explained gently. "Prussia was the region in that particular area; Prussia took his name from the region later."
"And you still own Kaliningrad?" Poland asked skeptically.
"Da, I do," Russia said uneasily. He shifted from foot to foot nervously. "That was Prussia during the Cold War."
"O mój Boże!" Poland wailed. "I, like, have another brother!"
"Chto?" Russia asked, reeling back in shock. "Net! I would never claim Prussia as my son."
"What's this you're saying about the awesome me?" a voice asked behind Poland. The three nations turned to see Prussia standing confidently behind Poland.
"Nothing," Russia said quickly. His fingers twitched toward Poland, yearning to keep her quiet.
"Mamochka," Poland wailed. "I, like, don't want Prussia as a brother!"
"Was?" It was Prussia's turn to look confused before he slowly turned red with anger. "What un-awesome crap have you been telling Poland, Russia?"
"Nichego, (Nothing,)" Russia all but whined. He knew what was about to happen and he would have liked to avoid it.
"If you're telling Poland about," Prussia cut off and looked over his shoulder before dropping his voice at the next word. "Kaliningrad, I'm going to kill you."
"Big Brother?" Belarus asked, stepping up beside Russia. "Are you talking about Kaliningrad?"
"Net," Russia said quickly. Prussia flushed darker.
"Kaliningrad?" Ukraine asked with a cock of her head before she brightened up. "Oh, tak, it still belongs to you, doesn't it?"
Prussia was steadily turning redder the more 'Kaliningrad' was said.
"Da, but it is not what it once was," Russia said. "It will never be returned to its former glory."
"But if you think about it, Big Brother," Belarus countered. "Kaliningrad is still the heart of Prussia."
"Will you three stop mocking me?" Prussia snapped suddenly. "It's un-awesome that you keep calling me Kaliningrad."
"Kaliningrad?" Finland repeated with a cock of her head. "If that's the heart of Prussia . . ." she trailed off uncertainly.
"Nein1" Prussia roared, shocking every nation in the vicinity. "Nein! Nein! Nein! I refuse to listen to all of you un-awesome losers!"
"Bruder," Germany grumbled, storming his way to the group. "What are you shouting about?"
"It's none of your business, West," Prussia snapped at his younger brother.
"Kaliningrad is the heart of Prussia," Belarus explained. "And it still belongs to Big Brother."
"Please stop," Russia begged. "I think Prussia is going to kill me." He looked around for South but she was nowhere to be found.
"Damn right I will," Prussia roared furiously.
"Po," Lithuania groaned. "I thought I told you not to bring it up to Mr. Russia, and especially not to Mr. Prussia."
"But I don't want a brat, (brother,)" Poland wailed.
"You already have one," Lithuania pointed out. "Mr. Slovakia is your little brother, and Miss Czech is your baby sister."
"And I don't want another one," Poland said.
"I don't want to be near someone as un-awesome as Russia," Prussia shouted.
America shifted slightly but sighed and went right back to sleep.
"I don't think you can avoid this, Prussia," Austria said.
"Halt die Klappe, (Shut it,) Specs," Prussia snarled at his brother.
"Bruder," Germany said gently, trying to calm Prussia down. "You don't need to let them goad you. Who cares if your former land belongs to Russia?"
The room was quiet for a moment and Germany flushed as he realized what he had said.
"Kaliningrad is the heart of Prussia," Austria said soothingly. "But it is also owned by Russia. Nation-wise, you are Russia's son."
"I don't care," Prussia howled.
"Neither do I," Russia added weakly. "I do not want Prussia as a son."
"And I don't want him as a brother," Poland wailed.
"I think someone is jealous," Belgium said with a weak laugh.
"What do you mean, Bel?" Switzerland asked in confusion. Liechtenstein was sitting beside him, fiddling with the purple ribbon in her hair.
"Well, Poland has just found she has a broer," Belgium explained to her husband. "Now she has to share her Moeder and Vader with someone else."
"I already had a Vati," Prussia snapped at Belgium, causing Switzerland to frown at him. "And it wasn't the un-awesome Russia. It was Germania."
"Does no one else care what I have to say?" Russia asked, looking around himself. "I don't want Prussia as a son."
"Unless you give up Kaliningrad," Austria replied. "You are stuck with this idiot for you son."
"Net," Russia said firmly. "I won Kaliningrad fair and square." He withered under Prussia's furious glare.
"Un-awesome," Prussia shouted furiously. "Every one of you is un-awesome."
America slid slightly on Netherlands' shoulder and the Dutch nation wondered for a moment if he could push America onto the table.
"Look, mate," Australia said, slinging an arm over Prussia's shoulders. "You've got a little sister now. Yeah, it's a bit weird, but hey, she's family. And your sister-in-law," he trailed off. "Crikey, that's a bit strange."
"Oz-kun," Japan groaned, hiding her face in her hands. "Please stop, you are not helping."
"Look, losers," Prussia snapped at the nations surrounding him. "Lithuania, Latvia, and I had a deal: none of us would mention we were related. It's been going fine so far."
"Prussia," Canada said gently. "You can't always choose family. I mean, look at me, I'm stuck with America for a brother."
"Nobody asked your opinion, Birdie," Prussia snapped. He suddenly shoved Canada hard to the ground. The younger nation yelped, his head hitting the ground hard. Prussia stared at his friend with wide eyes.
"Are you okay, Canada?" Ukraine asked, kneeling beside her husband with a worried expression.
"O-Oui," Canada said, sitting up. He felt his face and noticed the absence of his glasses. "Merde," he swore softly. "Has anyone seen my glasses anywhere?"
"They're over here," Estonia said. He bent down to pick up the shattered frames. "But they broke when they hit the floor."
"Great," Canada grumbled. He stood and brushed himself off. "Now I'm going to be blind for . . ." He trailed off when he saw Russia, Prussia, Netherlands, and Ukraine all pulling glasses cases from their pockets. "I am going to murder America." Prussia handed his case over with an apologetic look on his face.
"Es tut mir leid," Prussia apologized.
North Russia laughed weakly. "It appears we will be holding several funerals very soon, da?" she said.
"Da, and mine will be one of them," Russia grumbled under his breath.
America woke with a start just then. "What happened?" he mumbled blearily, sitting up. "What did I miss?" Netherlands rolled his shoulder to get the feeling back in it.
Poland stomped a foot angrily. "I don't want a brother," she screeched before tearing from the room.
America looked thoroughly confused, almost like a puppy that had just woken up from a nap. It caused England to smile and France to chuckle. The rest of the nations were staring after Poland. The silence in the room was broken by the shattering of glass and a muffled shout from down the hall.
"¡Corre!"
A/N: What did you think?
We remembered you guys all wondering who the next child would be. So we thought it would be a great idea to introduce Rabat to you all. And, yeah, some of us Minnesotans just aren't morning people.
Cuba is a communist country and its people have always suffered from oppression. But there's a law over here in America that states if any Cuban sets foot on America soil, they're immediately American citizens. This was after the poor and sick Cubans were sent over here in droves. Some Cubans take advantage of this law to escape from Cuba.
Prussia was once a region between Poland and Latvia. It's not to be confused with the country Prussia, which later took its name. Kaliningrad is now in its place.
Old Prussian is an extinct language closely related to Latvian and Lithuanian. Estonian is more closely related to Hungarian and Finnish, those three are cousins! :D