Chapter eleven
You don't know how much I care. If I had to own Hetalia this fic, would have been reality years ago.
This was not America's definition of the word "fun". Renting an entire airplane because you couldn't find baby sitters to watch your children while you went to work? Yeah. Real fun. He sighed, what were the other nations going to think about this? Of course, he's worried about the ones who don't already know. That meant most of the world. "Sir? Would you like anything? Some entertainment for your class?" Yes, he told them it was a school trip to study Europe, no, it's not technically lying, they are really going to observe Europe, in a way. Not necessarily a good way, but a way. "Ah, yes. Please." He may not always be the brightest of nations, but he could be polite and charming when he chose to be. He looked over his shoulder at his "class" "Paco! Don't pull Juanita's hair! That goes for you too Liam! You know better than to pull Jessie's hair!" The two started to whine "But da-" he shot them a look "We're sorry Mr. Jones." They monotoned. He turned back to the flight attendant "Please. Get that entertainment. Hurry." He pleaded, she nodded and hurried off to pop in a movie. "Lilo and Stitch"'s theme song started up "I love this movie!" Lilo cried, she was there when that movie was made. They used her name after all! Through the flight they listened to Honolulu quote the movie word for word.
Landing at the airport, America gathered everyone's luggage "Children! Get your things! I don't think I can carry this all to the hotel!" He could, but a human couldn't. The children hurried and grabbed their luggage from their "teacher" America almost grimaced at the thought of being a teacher. HIM! A TEACHER! Ha, like that'd happen. The "hotel" they were staying at was actually one of England's many summer homes, since the meeting was going down in England. He sighed, after calling for a bus, which, mind you, is rather difficult to do in England if you don't know the number. The kids were running around the double-decker bus until he told the to sit down.
When they reached the conference room, America peered in, hoping he was first. Less awkward, but more explaining. No such luck, because he had to wait for his kids he was sixteen minutes late and every nation was already there. "America, you ijit! Your late. What took you? Well don't just stand there, sit down!" England barked, America put on his HERO voice and said "Your gonna need fifty more chairs! A HAHAHA!" The states were probably wondering why their dad was acting like an idiot, while the nations were left baffled at America exclamation "Why the bloody hell would we need FIFTY chairs unless…" England's voice trailed off and his voice paled "You brought them?" He whispered, America nodded. The others were left confused. "Meet the states!" America yelled at the top of his lungs. "KIDS! GET IN HERE!" He chirped. The kids came swarming into the conference room chattering away to who ever they knew "Aloha Mr. Japan! How are you? Ah! Ms. Vietnam!" Lilo wasted no time to run right up the Asian nations, though America kept his eyes on S. Korea. Just in case. The states started to figure out ways to torture other nations. England-for example- would be put in another embarrassing outfit. Didn't know which yet, but America was certain they'd do it before the meeting was done. "Uncle England~" England stiffened at the title "uncle" he turned slowly towards the states with a forces, strained smile "Y-yes, Ducky?" He forced out the endearment "Ducky" Jessie smiled sweetly "We're very sorry for making you do that last time. We want to apologize for our actions. You see, even though the war ended years ago, we still harbored a little anger from the event. We only wanted our own little victory, one we could witness." England nodded slowly, "Alright, i-is that it?" Boston smiled "'Course not!" As she and her sisters dragged their host away "AAAHHHHhhhh! Save me from these demons! Please! Someone~!" He yelled as he yanked out the door.
Twenty minutes later, Iggy returned in a long green dress with gold trim, his hair was curled and back into pigtails and he wore rouge lipstick and more mascara. He sat down in his seat. He looked ready to cry "Can we get on with this meeting? I want to take a nice hot shower and never think of this day again." The meeting got progressively worse. Albany saw it fit to annoy Germany "Hey. Hi. Hi. Hello. Hi. How are you? You look angry. Are you angry? I think your angry. Hey. Hey. Hey! Hello~?" Germany's eye twitched slightly, but he said nothing.
America tried to control them, but it proved as easy as herding cats. And as pointless as arguing to a brick wall, though, it seemed easier to do so than talk to his kids. America, trying to keep his laid back personality was getting harder and harder as the states got worse and worse. The only one who behaved them-self was Juno, who he was subconsciously bouncing on his knee. "May I hold her America?" Ukraine asked hopefully, America nodded carelessly "Sure!" He said as he handed her the baby. But as soon as Ukraine sat down next to Belarus, she took one look at the Belorussian and started to cry. "She's normally a people person! I don't understand!" America thought aloud, he glanced at Belarus, then Juneau. He remembered she seemed interested in Juno specifically last time. She went missing for a while, Juno a got a large bruise, something clicked in his mind. "Ukraine…she doesn't like Belarus…because she hurt her in the first place!" He said. Belarus jumped, then glared "What are you saying? That she's crying because of me?" Her voice was dripping in venom, America glared "I thought it was a little odd you wanted to see the states, specifically Juneau. You said the day before you met them you'd do anything for Russia, even take back Alaska. How do I know that's not what you tried to do?" She scoffed, but being a parent, he became able to read expressions and your eyes. Her eyes said that he had her cornered. She was like a cat, when in a corner, she'll scratch back. "I wouldn't touch your brat." She spat, he continued "Where were you when I was giving a tour of the house then? Answer me that." She fidgeted in her seat, uncomfortable.
Russia started to take notice as well "Sestra, is this true?" Russia asked across the table. Belarus caved. "B-but Big Brother! I knew if I brought you Alaska, you'd see how loyal I was!" America leapt from his seat with such speed the chair toppled over, he started to see red, ruby red. He flung himself at her, enraged that she not only tried to steal his daughter, but that she hurt her as well. "You little-" America started to insult her in Native American as he tried to kill her, he was being held back though, he heard their voices, but he didn't see anything but Belarus. "America! Gentlemen don't hurt ladies!" England in a pleading tone "For once ze Englishman is right mon ami!"
"Come on and sing with me, eh? 'Hamburger Stre-e-t-o!', no?"
He heard Russia roar with rage and screaming in angered Russian. "Calm down, da ze~!"
"I have to agree with Korea this time, aru!"
"God, he got stronger since the war!" The Asian nations were holding back the Russian man. "I'll kill her! I'll *bleep*ing kill her!" America bellowed, he inched his restrainers forward as they pulled in the other direction. "She's got it comin' for messin' with my kids!" Belarus pressed herself against the far end wall screaming in Belarusian for them to stay away from her, she was even telling Russia to keep his distance. Russia and America were making a slow; but steady movement towards her. She darted for the door only for it to open on her face and Boston to poke her head through it "OOPS! Sorry!" She shouted except it wouldn't have mattered since Belarus was out cold from the impact, blood trickled down her face. "I-is-is she? Is she…dead?" Boston whispered Germany leaned down and checked her pulse "Nien, just knocked out." America started to think rationally again, this was his fault, his fault Belarus is knocked out. But he remembered, she hurt Juneau, it was bound to happen when he brought the states for a meeting. America turned his head, Russia had calmed down too, now the Russian looked a little worried. America turned to the other nations who stared, not at Russia, but America. America, the man who stayed away from a fight if he could avoid it, who suddenly looked as if he was about to start a war with Belarus over a bruise on his daughter's head. "What is wrong with you America!?" One of the nations spat, America turned on his heel, head bent in disgrace, he swiftly fled the room before he caused anymore damage to his rep.
I want YOUR home state! Use your review to tell me what state you want to see next! Sorry if these characters are offensive in anyway. I'm using stereotypes of what I know about them, except for Florida, Florida is based of a girl I met there who had the same hair and eyes, she also actually spoke like that, so when I thought of Florida, that girl came to my mind.
Ameriko, out.