I sound like a broken record so… Clara you want to say it?
Clara: Yeah! So the author doesn't own anything but her state and providences personifications.
New Mexico finds his way up stairs and into his bedroom only to find Italy and Jersey sitting on his bed looking at a computer screen, "Tse, dude come over here."
He slowly walks over somewhat hesitant of the country, "What is it Jersey?"
Jersey moves slightly to show the monitor, "Dude the cameras are working! I can see everything and better yet look!" He points to the screen as movement appears in a nearby bush.
Tse finds himself drawn to the screen as the tree look on, suddenly red eyes peek through the bush, "Ve, Jersey what is that?" Tse looks over at the country who seems to be truly scared.
All Jersey does is smile and as the horse like nose protrudes through the bush every light goes out and the monitor goes black. "No! No! Damn it! NNNNOOOO!" He turns the computer over and sees it's plugged it to the wall, "What the fuck happened!?"
The door flies open as Sylvia runs in, "What happened?" She quickly figures it out, "Sorry, lightning hit the house and all the powers out."
Jersey could cry, "Dude it fried my computer!" He hits the keys in vain, "No, I was so close."
Sylvia just shakes her head, "Come on guys dinner's done." Italy follows her down the stairs in front of New Mexico and a very sad New Jersey.
Quebec walks around the dining room lighting candles while humming to the two small girls playing at her feet. She feels a tug on her skirt and looks down, "Yes Nova Scotia?"
Clara smiles, "Quebec what happened to the lights?"
Quebec pats her head, "Oh, the lights got scared of the thunder and left." Both girls giggle and Quebec smiles, "What isn't that right?"
Alaska laughs, "Maria you're silly." She pushes out a chair and puts Moka on it.
France walks in and smiles at the younger girls, "There you are mon petit ange."
Clara runs into his arms, "I found you Grand-pere."
The older man laughs as he lifts her up, "Oh, I didn't know I was lost." He smiles sweetly at Quebec, "Hello, mon belle."
Quebec smiles sheepishly, "Hello, France." As France sits with Clara, Quebec goes back to lighting candles, "It's been a while since I ate by candlelight."
France raises an eyebrow, "Is the so?"
She sits by him, "Yes, and it's a shame. I use to love eating by it…" She thinks back to those early years living with her father and siblings. Her blue eyes shine with unshed tears, "Papa told me Mama loved candles."
France takes her hand, "I'm sorry mon belle. May I ask who your mother was?"
She smiles, "Her name was Alice and she was a French settler, I sadly never met her. But Papa says I look just like her." She's surprised that she told him, she's really never told anyone about her mother.
He kisses her hand gently but she doesn't pull away, "She was a beautiful woman, mon belle."
She blushes and looks away, "Thank you…grand-pere."
Tennessee stares at his wrapped ankle and sighs, it's now swollen and he's still in pain, but he doesn't want to admit it. America places an ice pack on it as his son winces, "I'll get you some aspirin."
Tennessee fakes a smile, "It's alright, Daddy it don't hurt much."
His father nods, "Ah huh." America moves a stool over and props up Tennessee's foot. "I'll be right back."
Tennessee exhales rubbing his swollen ankle. A voice behind him makes him look up, "Do you need anything?"
He sees Charlie and smiles, "Naw, I'm good."
Charlie jumps on the couch, "That's good cause I wasn't going to get it anyway."
Tennessee shoves him playfully. "So, I wasn't expecting to see Alaska here too."
Charlie chuckles, "Yeah, why is the territory here anyway?" He feels a slap across his head and jumps up to see Jersey glaring at him, "You Damn Yankee what you do that for?"
Jersey clenches his fist, "Dude, she's a state and she's our sister."
Charlie smirks, "She ain't my sister. She ain't even American you damn Yankee."
All Jersey can see is red, "Yeah? And you're a succeeding sympathizer, you asshole." He grabs Charlie's glasses as Charlie grabs on to his curl and pulls.
Tennessee looks on in horror as he tries to stand, "Guy stop it!"
Charlie stares at his brother, "Give me back Fort Sumter."
Jersey's face is a deep red and he can barely speak, "No…Let go…first…Please…Let go!"
Charlie is about to rip out the curl as a large hand grabs his wrist, "Enough! Let go now."
Charlie slowly releases his grip on his brother, "Give me back Fort Sumter."
His brother glares at him holding the glasses high in the air until another hand takes his wrist, "Jersey, give them to me." Jersey reluctantly hands them to Canada.
Jersey turns back to South Carolina, "He doesn't deserve them."
South Carolina grabs the glasses from his uncle, "Oh and you do? You F-"
America's voice rings in both his son's ears, "I said enough, both of you." America pulls South Carolina into the kitchen while Canada keeps Jersey in the living room.
America shakes his head, "I expect this from the younger states but damn it you're both Colonies you know better!"
Charlie folds his arms, "He started it! So why am I the only one in here?" He turns around and hits the counter, "You always take his side."
His father is surprised by this, "I'm not on anyone's side." Charlie doesn't turn around but America can tell he's trying hard not to cry, "Arthur…son look at me." Charlie turns around green eyes glaring, "I loved you mother but I didn't agree with her views. I wanted, no I needed my freedom not just for me but for all of us and that has nothing to do with you."
South Carolina looks down, "But you let me leave…"
America reaches out and hugs him, "I didn't want you to. And the reason I didn't fight was because it wasn't my war to fight. It was yours and your siblings alone. I never abandoned you and I never will." He looks down at his son with a stern voice, "But don't you ever call Alaska a territory again. You don't have to call her your sister but she is a state and she is my daughter."
Charlie nods, "I'm sorry Dad."
America sighs, "I know just no more picking fights tonight alright?" He nods again, "Good now it smells like dinner's done so go get ready."
Charlie leaves and America grabs another Coke and turns to the British man in the other door way, "How long have you been there?"
England looks down, "You…you named him Arthur?"
America nods and takes a sip, "Yeah, he's a little headstrong and stubborn but he is my oldest."
England blinks, "Wait? Shouldn't Delaware be your oldest?"
America smiles and walks into the dining room, "Like I said he's a little stubborn."
