This one was cute to write. I'm enjoying writing these Nyo!characters! This one involves two headcannons: one being that Amelia is actually the representation of the South from the Civil War and two being that Amelia is afraid of zombies while Alfred is afraid of ghosts. Also I gave her a slight accent. Though you may not really hear it as you read. It's slight. Very slight.

Title: April 12

Genre: Family/Humor

Rating: T

Pairing(s): None

Warning(s): Language, mentions of the confederacy and confederate flag (though if this really bothers you you probably need to like stop living in the 1800s/ early 1900s).


April 12

America lived north. He usually lived in his penthouse in New York or in his mansion in DC. Sometimes he stayed in an old house in Virginia when he felt like having a break from the city. So, him going south was only on a whim. He never really liked going south. He felt… almost dirty when he did.

So, avoiding it was the best option.

You can imagine Amelia's surprise when her older brother popped out of nowhere one day on her porch. She had been walking home, multiple bags on her arms from grocery shopping, when she saw him passed out on her porch swing, snoring lightly.

At first, she blinked, and walked right passed him, juggling her bags to pull her keys out of her back pocket, yanking open the screen door, unlocking the main barrier, and entering her household to set her stuff down. Once all of the bags were pouring off the kitchen counter in a heap, Amelia huffed in satisfaction and returned to her brother. Searching his figure, he seemed quite out of place with the small town atmosphere. He was dressed in high-top sneakers, skinny jeans, and a superman t-shirt. The new Flips dangled around his neck. He looked like a city boy. She felt a pang of embarrassment for him, knowing he was out of place. Not to say other teenagers dressed overly different, but there was that air about him that most kids from her town didn't have.

Amelia lived in the south. She used to live in a flat in Atlanta, and she had an apartment in New Orleans, but she traded both of them out for a house- one much like the middle-class would afford in the backyard of Tennessee. She felt more comfortable here, like she belonged. She wasn't flashy like her brother, but just the opposite. She had a more… humble outlook on life, though her personality wasn't much different from her brother's.

Alfred, as stated, was lounging on the porch swing, dead to the world. This is where Amelia hatched a harebrained scheme, a malicious plot that made her grin like a madman. Gently putting her slender hands on the chains that held the swing to the roof of the porch, she walked around until she was behind it. grasping the chains lightly, she pulled and pulled back on the swing until her sleeping sibling was perched precariously on the white, wooden chair. She let go, pushing with an almighty force, causing the swing to swing violently forward.

Alfred woke up screaming before he fell to the cracked, creaking floor of the old front porch.

Sitting up, doctoring his swollen head, Alfred glared up at his sister. "Dude! What the hell?!"

"What were you doin' on my porch swing, Al?" Amelia asked with a smirk.

"Waiting on you to get home!" the American man stood up, rubbing his backside. Straightening his T, he crossed his arms and twisted his mouth. "Why'd you throw me off the swing?"

Amelia laughed. "Cuz you were sleepin' on it!"

Sweat-drop. "That it?"

"Yeah!" Alfred shook his blond head. "Why're you here anyway?"

The mood suddenly dropped, Amelia could feel it. Alfred cast his baby blue eyes to the floor and rubbed his right arm with his left hand, chewing on his lip. He didn't say anything; he just kicked at the squeaky floorboards with the toe of his show. Amelia placed her hand on her hips, fingers barely brushing the frays of her jean shorts, and leaned forward. "Well?"

America blinked upwards, catching a full glimpse of Amelia's military green halter top… and her breasts that were slightly falling out of it as she leaned father forward. A heavy blush stained his cheeks. "God! Sis! Pull your shirt up! You look indecent!"

Amelia looked down and back up, giving Alfred a stare. "What?! Now you sound like the old man! I'm a woman and I have the right to show off my assets if I wanna!" She pulled down her shirt just slightly so more of the ladies popped out showing their sunny little faces. "Ah! The breeze is so nice!"

"AMELIA! STAHP!" Alfred shielded his eyes, face reddening like one of Spain's tomatoes. The former confederacy smirked, puffing out her chest for more emphasis.

"I will if you get to the point!"

"Fine, fine!" Alfred reached under the swing and pulled out a bouquet of red and white roses wrapped in pink plastic. A small version of the confederate flag stuck out of the bouquet. Amelia's arms fell to her side, limp like overcooked pasta noodles.

"W-what's that?"

Alfred looked up with a warm smile, bright and endearing. His blue eyes sparkled in the shade of the porch roof, as the afternoon sun peeked under the awning. "It's April twelfth, Sis."

Amelia glanced down at her side. "The anniversary of the start of the Civil War…" she muttered.

"No." She glanced up, surprise in her eyes. "It's your birthday, Amy. Happy birthday."

Amelia could feel the tears stinging her eyes. She wiped them away furiously, refusing to let her brother see her cry. Yelling her thanks, she glomped him, tackling him in a hug so tight Alfred felt like he might be ripped in half. He embraced her back, nuzzling his face in her hair, and she nuzzling into his chest.

"I love you, Al."

"Love you too, Amy."

The confederate pulled away, taking her bouquet of roses. "Let me get these in some water." She started toward her door, stopping when she was half in. "Hey, Al, wanna come in and play some videogames?" she smiled.

Alfred's eyes lit up. "HELL YEAH!" He fist pumped the air and ran inside. "I want to play the zombie game!"

Amelia's eyes widened in fear. "HELL NO! IF WE'RE PLAYING THAT DEMON I CALL WE PLAY PARANORMAL ACTIVITY!" She ran inside after him, the screen door slamming shut behind her.

"FUCK NO, DUDE! YOU KNOW I HATE GHOSTS!"

"YOU KNOW I HATE ZOMBIES!"

"DUDE!"

"BRO!"