yo these were originally all one chapter but the POV changes so much i split it up enjoy

POV-Canada

We decided it would be best to wait until morning to leave. France invaded the kitchen and made dinner. Alfred nearly passed out after dinner, and England insisted on staying with him, so Arthur took the night shift. Alfred assured him that Alexie would sleep through the night, but still, Arthur was worried. I slept in the second floor guest room with Kuma, and Gilbert and Francis each took a room in the attic. I found it weird that there actually were enough clean bed sheets and blankets for all the beds. I located his calendar and placed a note to pay the housekeeper on this months page.
The next morning, Alfred was still in a beaten condition, but he's walking around, at least. When I went to replace the bandages on his shoulder, I found that the bleeding stopped sometime last night. I figured this was as good a time as any to ask a few questions.
"Hey, Al… Why is it that Alaska only appeared a week ago if she's been a state since nineteen-fifty-nine?"
"Well," Alfred replied, "Mother Earth was afraid of what would happen if I brought her up in the extreme state of paranoia surrounding the Cold War..." He paused, and a small sigh escaped his mouth. "And… I was afraid that Russia would find out and try to gain custody. So we agreed that it was all around safer to keep her suppressed magically so she wouldn't be born or appear until the Cold War had ended. We had her suppressed until now, nearly fifty years after becoming a state."
"But the cold war ended years ago!"

"Magically suppressing a personification from coming into existence isn't exactly an easy task. When the 'war' ended there were side effects it took a long time to revive her from the stasis state she was in. I was trying my hardest, it just worked out that we couldn't retrieve her until 2013."

I nodded, before another question entered my mind. "What about Hawaii?"

"She was born before World War II. Why do you think I was so brutal after Pearl Harbor?"
Once again, I nod in agreement. "That's understandable. But Al, how are we going to pick up all your kids? All of us that are just here won't even fit in the biggest car you have!"
"Mattie…" I small grin of excitement appears on Alfred's face. "It's time I showed you my pride and joy! A wonder of modern mechanics!"
He called someone, and shortly afterwards, a large tour bus drove up.
"Al… what is that?" I whispered. Sure, I had seen buses before, my hockey teams all arrived to stadiums on them. But… This one was huge.
"This… Is my masterpiece."At this point, everyone had gathered in the driveway, staring at the monstrosity blocking the desolate road.
"Well dudes, if you're serious enough, this is our ride." He gestured toward the bus. "Be glad this was already in Alaska for repairs. This is the Jones's family bus." At this point, he begins walking towards the frightening metal lump, pulling a narrator voice out of thin air. "With a set of monster tires, a lift kit, upgraded suspension, and an absolute top speed of one-hundred-and-twenty miles per hour, it is easily one of the biggest, baddest buses on the road today. Built this baby from the ground up, and it has all the bells and whistles physically possible. It's basically a modified Double Decker bus, like the ones you have, Iggy. First floor has comfortable seating for 60. Second floor has a Kitchen, a Lounge with plenty of movies and video games and a television, and three full bathrooms, all equipped with showers. Throughout the bus is the best sound system money can buy, with monthly upgrades. All the windows are bullet proof, and the sides are armored, for upmost safety. There are weapons, cash, and a safe in the back trunk, and a PA system connected to the speakers. Also, the first ten seats are specialized for children. More airbags than you can count, and its four-wheel drive. So boys… What do you think?" He was now leaning against his bus, if you can even call it that. It also sported a flashy patriotic expensive looking paint job.
"When on earth did you build this?" I ask, voice shaking.
"I started it after World War II. I needed a project to keep me occupied and have been upgrading ever since." Alfred explains, rubbing the sides lovingly.
"Bloody hell, lad, I suppose this will do the trick." Arthur relents after a moment.
Gilbert gives a low whistle. "Dude, how could you keep this awesome-** vehicle from your awesome friend, the awesome me?"
"Simple. I built this baby to take trips with my family that I was determined to keep a secret. Alaska wasn't gonna appear until Russia and I got everything sorted, so I started traveling with the others. How would it look if I showed you this beauty, and then had to explain all the gadgets and gizmos on the inside?"
"What does it's inside look like, mon cher?" Francis interjects, a heavy French accent dripping from his words.
"Come on, I'll show you! But first, Francis this will be your only warning on this trip. In regards to my kids, most of the states are female, and physically, many are fifteen through eighteen years old. Most - if not all - speak more than three languages, including French. Just in case you're wondering, I can fluently speak twelve. But if you dare lay one finger on any one of my princesses in a perverted manor, so help me, I will point every nuke I have at France. Do you understand?"
"Mon cher you misunderstand! Angleterre is the only one for me!" Francis denies, sending a small wink towards a growling and blushing Arthur.
"I'm aware, but some of my kids have had a few less-than-pleasant experiences that I've never quite been able to forgive myself for. Also, my kids stuff is most likely in their seats so if you wanna sit down take an empty seat, ok?"
"Sure." I agree, hearing the others reply also.
"Ja."
"Oui."
"Alright."
The inside of the bus was spacious, comfortable, and clean- well, mostly clean. Most of the seats are personalized, but the only flag visible is the American flag. Some chairs have embroidered maps on the headrests. I walked over to two that both had New York maps. The needlework is amazing! The quality would make England green with envy. America came over and traced its outline.
"These took the twins several weeks each. They made them just after World War I."
"I can't wait to meet them." I respond quietly, a small smile forming on my lips.
He wandered off, and I looked up. What I saw made me stifle a few chuckles. There were several sheets of bus rules posted everywhere.
'Bus Rules:
-No Political Debate
-No Violence
-No Weapons
-No Talk of The Civil War
Break a rule and so help me I will cut your funding!'
Now that was cute. We got off the bus and gathered our stuff. Prussia and Kuma took my car back to my house, and France called the rental company, who are going to pick up Francis's and Arthur's car after we hit the road. I packed a bag for Al and he packed one for Alexie. England and France never unpacked so they just loaded their stuff onto the bus. Alfred tried to insist on driving but I managed to get there first.
"Aw, you're no fun!" He pouted, crossing his arms.
"I don't care. Your shoulder is still in a terrible condition, and we have to drive through Canada, so I'm driving." When everyone was ready and on the bus, we hit the road.