Chapter ten

I know you guys want me to own Hetalia so this fic becomes reality, but sadly, it isn't mine. :c super sad face, I know. Believe me, I KNOW!

Canada's first thought was 'They'll probably think I'm their dad too...' He wet his lips and opened his mouth to speak when "Who the heck are you?" He blinked, "You know I'm not America?" He started, then added "Wait! You noticed me at all?" A few gave him strange looks, others arched their eyebrows, soon a girl with curly blonde hair, a load of mascara and eyeliner stepped forward and said "We like, totally know you're not our dad. It's like, totally obvi." She put her hand on her hip "A-and which one are you?" Her jaw dropped "I'M LIKE, TALLAHASSEE!" She screamed, Canada jumped "R-right. Well I'm Canada, and I'm technically your uncle, since America is my brother." They frowned, Tallahassee charged forward with a steak knife "E-easy th-there!" He yelped "Wait! Don't try to stab your uncle! What would your father say?" He chittered, she scowled "I don't like, care, cuz I don't I don't like you." He gulped and looked to his many nieces and nephews for some help, none seemed to be coming "Wait! Listen, to make up for whatever I did to upset you, I'll make you guys breakfast…if you haven't eaten yet." He squeaked, she lowered the serrated blade "That's like, it? That's all your goin' like, do? Like, make breakfast?" She asked, he nodded "Yes, yes! Your dad said I made the best pancakes he's ever had!" She looked at him "Alright, make pancakes jerk-wad." Canada heaved a sigh of relief as the girl put the knife down. He rushed off to the kitchen to get started.

Halfway through the baking process, a knife went sailing and sliced a few strands of hair, narrowly avoiding his longest strand. He whipped around quickly. Standing there was Tallahassee holding long knives, Canada could see his refection in those knives. Canada reacted on instinct and the deed was done before he could stop. The Canadian reached over and started to pin her to the nearby wall by throwing America's butcher knifes. The blades buried themselves at least three inches into the wood, her body was narrowly missed only catching the cloth in her outfit. The other children had watched in horror as their shy, scared uncle suddenly became lethal and terrifying, Canada decided to make it look like he did it on purpose "THAT'S why you don't mess with an ex storm shock trooper." He knew he had their attention and decided to press his luck "Now you're going to listen to me until your dad wakes up, 'til then, your under MY watch." They nodded their heads quickly, as if afraid he'll do it again. He smiled smugly, this parenting thing wasn't so hard.

It was two hours later when America woke up. The first thing that came to him as weird was that the house was suddenly unusually quiet. As if everyone was afraid to talk or run or play, changing into some real clothes(a graphic tee and some jeans) America went to investigate; America found the kids in the kitchen eating lunch with fearful expressions. America noticed that his wall suddenly sported thin holes in them, he'd have to have those looked at by a carpenter or something. "Hey, Canada! How were the kids? Not too much trouble were they?" Canada had a smile tugging at the corners of his lips "Not as much as you'd think, eh?" The Canadian agreed to continue their trade and renewed their contract, as he left America turned to his states "Don't you wanna give Uncle Canada a hug before he goes back to Ottawa?" The kids rushed the Canuck in hugs and then dashed off. "So anything interesting happen while I was asleep?" America asked, Canada's smile again played at his mouth. "No, nothing really." The brothers hugged and said their farewells.

America went back inside, ready to continue cleaning his trashed home. When he looked into the living room, however, he discovered it spotless, dust seemed afraid to settle on the now re-polished surfaces. "Did you guys clean the house?" He asked the kids, they nodded, Tallahassee scowled, her cloths seemed to have rips in them, he guessed it was popular in Florida now. The house was rather quiet for the rest of the day, the kids didn't even fight with him when it was time for bed.

America snuggled under his covers and fell right asleep. A few hours later, he felt himself being shaken awake, groaning, he waved a hand telling them to knock it off and turned with his back now facing them. The shaking did not cease, fed up and fully awake, America turned over and snapped on his glasses and lamp. He blinked a bit, trying to get used to the light, it had to be the light, there was no way Austin was in his room. After he was sure his eyes were adjusted he refocused on the state in front of him. Austin stood at the side of his bed holding his cowboy pillow like a lifeline with a shy/scared look on his face. He opened his mouth and spoke. Now this is the first time in America's time with the states that Austin has spoken, so it wasn't surprising that his voice was rough and gravelly "Can I stay with you for the night? I had a nightmare…" Now this struck him as odd, what did this guy dream of? Austin, was eleven, but his height and muscle could have easily passed him off as thirteen. America sighed and lifted the covers, releasing all of his hard earned warmth "Get under here, Cowboy." Austin quickly huddled beneath the covers with his father. "Hey, dad?" Austin rasped, "Yea Cowboy?" America replied "C-can you not tell anyone about this? Ever?" America chuckled and ruffled the boy's hair "No promises." Austin smiled, just a bit. America reached over to the boy, plucking off his glasses, taking off his own at the same time, he neatly placed them on the bedside and switched off the light. The two remained like that for a bit, both a little awkward. Austin rasped "Dad? Do you- do you think I'm a good son?" America was more than a little surprised, he didn't think his son would have confidence issues. He smiled reassuringly even though he knew Austin couldn't see it. "Of course you're a good son. I couldn't have asked for a better one. You could talk more, I mean for a while there you had me worried you were mute." He joked, but continued "Now how 'bout we get some sleep Cowboy? We got a big day a head of us." He heard a shift of the pillow to tell him that Austin was nodding, his son then yawned "If your ever wondering, your a great dad." America's heart leapt for joy, he smiled and drifted to sleep.

Turns out, it wouldn't have mattered if America told anyone or not, because he woke up to the smell of smoke, his first thought was to grab Austin and get out of the house. He turned to grab the eleven year old to discover he was missing, where he laid last night had gone cold. America rushed to the source of the smoke to discover his kids in the kitchen "No, no, NO! That's not how the instructions say to do, you dope!" Jessie complained, but her voice was swallowed by the sound of Lilo burning her hand on the hot stove. "Owwwie! It hurts~!" She started to cry, Indy was trying to cook what would have been eggs, while Albany tried to make pancakes, Jessie was reading the instructions aloud to him, Mackenzie was sorting through crabs and lobsters, Nathaniel was sitting there insulting them for their lack of intelligence "In MY state, we have the best schooling." He bragged, Rachel scoffed "That's because there's nothing better to do there." The two got into a heated fight, ending with Nathaniel getting a can of spray paint and a kick to the face. "HEY! WHAT IS GOING ON HERE!?" America hollered over the din, they all silenced, today was his birthday couldn't they get along on this one day? "Ack!" Jessie yelped as she dropped a large burnt…thing inside of a pan, the bunt thing spilt all over the floor of his kitchen. He felt a migraine coming on, it was way too early for this. "I'll ask again. What is going on here?" He said through clenched teeth, the states all looked at their slippers with sheepish looks, Lilo went up to him and showed him her hand "My hand has a boo-boo daddy." He smiled and kissed it lightly, he pushed past the other kids and popped open the fridge, America reached in a pulled out some Aloe Vera and gently applied some to her hand "Better baby?" He whispered as he kissed her cheek, she nodded "Thank you daddy." She said with a sad look. He stood up from his crouch "Again. This time I want an answer: What is going on?" They exchanged looks to one another, finally Paul(St. Paul, duh.) whispered something barely above a breath, America didn't hear him "What was that?" He demanded, they all said it, all but one, Austin repeated it after he went up to his father and gave him a large bear hug "Happy Birthday dad." The others stared in shock. America wrapped his arms around his son "Thanks Austin." He looked up, "Thanks all of you." He gestured for them to join the hug, which they did. America smiled and felt tears of joy trail his cheeks when they all told them four simple words that will forever be etched in his mind "We love you dad." He smiled into Austin's hair "I love you too guys."

This chapter was so fluffy! Please review!

Ameriko, out.