Ode to Joy drifted through the room as the boy's, who they assumed was a state, fingers dancing across the keys with movements that resembled an eagle flying through the cerulean sky. His head was down most likely in concentration as it seemed like he didn't even realize that the Americans' guests had arrived. His shoulders weren't tense in fact they were rather relaxed as if he was simply speaking to a close friend. Maybe he was. He didn't seem to breathe though. It was almost like he was hypnotized by his own music. Relaxed but hypnotized.

The countries just watched, not breathing either as they just watched as he sped up. He continued to play the music but now it no longer to be Beethoven. No. He was playing something entirely different now. sure there were similarities, but this was something clearly different and something clearly the boy's own. Sweat was starting to appear on the back of his neck. His fingers continued to race across the keys as the music drifted around from the instrument until he gave one last note in major then to minor and then done.

Heavy breathing was all that was heard. The countries had even registered this though. Not only had the music been beautiful but it was probably a state who played it. They had assumed that if the state played any music, it would be that pop fluff they hear on the radio or something annoying like country, but this boy had just stopped their breath playing the piano. It was odd to say the least.

However, America wasn't surprised instead he happily clapped for the state and said, "Good one, Penn!"

The boy whipped around. The boy was taller than Delaware at about 5'5 with a lighter blonde hair than America with bangs slicked to the side. He also had very pale skin that resembled Prussia's. Actually, he very much resembled Prussia in terms of facial shape but instead of red-violet eyes, he had deep blue eyes that looked like a mix of Germany and America's. On his body, he wore a black three-piece suit with a bright red vest with silver-colored buttons and a black bow tie. His attire was a bit odd since it was Spring in Virginia but nobody wanted to point this out in case his gun-obsessed dad would point his shotgun on him.

"Thanks, dad," the boy said before turning to the gaping countries. "Are they okay? They look like they just saw their grandma in her knickers."

America turned over to the countries before shrugging to his son before turning back to the other countries. "Hey! Are you guys dead or something?"

This caused the countries to compose themselves. However, they didn't speak. They didn't know how he would respond. This was rather weird. Who was this kid? They assumed maybe one of the older ones since he was about 17 or 18 so probably one of the thirteen. Hopefully not the ones Delaware had mentioned a few minutes ago or England better start running.

Germany just couldn't stop staring. This couldn't stop staring. This boy could be a dead ringer for one of his brothers. Bavaria maybe? No. He did, however, resemble him and Prussia quite a bit, hopefully, without his attitude. God knows they don't need two walking around. I don't think the world could take that if it were the truth.

"Penn, meet our guests," America grumbled though he tried to hide behind an obviously fake smile.

The boy put on a large smile before turning to the nations, "Hi! I'm the best, greatest, and most awesome out of the thirteen basically all the states in general," Oh, God he was like Prussia, "Benjamin Jones or the State of Pennsylvania. Nice to meet you all," he told as he walked over the countries. The first to break the trance was Germany who put out his hand and said, "I'm Germany a country in the middle of-" before he was able to finish his sentence, he was wrapped in a back-breaking hug by the state.

"No need to be so formal! We're practically family," Pennsylvania said as Germany couldn't breathe but through his foggy mind he could sort of process the family part of what he said and that just didn't make sense. They never met and he was American, not German, so what the heck?

"...Family?..." he managed to squeak out before being dropped by the blonde American. "How are we family?"

"Pennsylvania Dutch, of course," the said state which caused the Netherlands and Germany to stare strangely at him. Dutch was not Germany. Sure they were similar but they weren't the same. However, his dad was America and America was well known to be able to mistake Canada for snow Mexico and vice versa. "Okay, okay. I know how that sounds but the 'Dutch' in Pennsylvania Dutch is not Dutch at all."

Germany and the Netherlands looked at each other before Germany said, "Come again?"

"You see the Dutch in the name was actually a mistranslation for Deutsch," Pennsylvania clarified. "But if you want Dutch descendants I'm sure the two dummkopfs are around here somewhere."

"Pennsylvania!" America yelled. "What have I told you three about insults?"

Pennsylvania rolled his eyes. "It's not my fault that New York's a jerk and New Jersey's so rude"

"Benjamin!" America yelled again and Pennsylvania raised his arms in defeat.

"Okay, okay. Geez..." Pennsylvania said. "But so yeah, I'm Pennsylvania. The state that is the home of Independence Hall, Philadelphia, Liberty Bell, Hershey Park, and-"

"A drastically rising crime rate," came a voice. They turn to see it was Delaware who was leaning against the walls with Kennedy next to him and Ace having run off.

Pennsylvania laughed. "Well, little big brother I admit it but we're working on it. Like how you should work on your height."

"Boys!" America yelled at the two as an uncomfortable feeling came over the nations.

"Sorry," the two said in unison though reluctantly. It was still uncomfortable and Italy was even frowning though no one who looked over knew why.

"Anyway, so as my dearest brother had said I do have a high crime rate but I also come recommended highly when it comes to squashing lobsterbacks," he turns to England and smiles which actually makes England squirm a bit, "and my little siblings during the Civil War days." It was America's turn to look uncomfortable. However, the only one to notice was Japan and England who desperately wanted to change the topic.

"So Pennsylvania-san, if you don't mind me asking, how long have you and Delaware-san knew each other?" Japan asked.

"Well, we've basically known each other all our lives," Pennsylvania answered.

"Except those five days where I was an only child," Delaware remarked. "Those were the days indeed." It was Pennsylvania's turn to roll his eyes but he still kept his smile.

"Delaware," America said in a commanding tone.

"It's fine, dad. But come on Del, aren't we much better than being alone," Pennsylvania asked waiting for an answer. And he was waiting as Delaware was deep in thinking.

"Well, not getting peed on would be better," Delaware finally answered.

"Hey!" Pennsylvania remarked before turning back to the countries who had just been stuck there for a few moments. "Sorry about that. Sibling rivalries you know." No one had anything to say to this. Germany for his part was slightly embarrassed. This kid was way too much like, like, "GENERAL!" this snapped him out of his thoughts as the rambunctious state came running towards the pile of adult countries near him.

Oh no! Not another bone shattering hug! But as he braced himself for one he ran right past him. This actually offended him a bit as he and the other countries turned around to see a shocking site. Pennsylvania was happily hugging Prussia who was hugging back with just as much ferocity.

"It's so good to you again!" Pennsylvania cried.

"This can't be little Penny. Last time we met you were barely up to my waist!" Prussia said back like he was meeting with a close friend.

Pennsylvania scratched the back of his head and said, "Yeah, I did get a little taller I guess. But where have you been? We haven't seen you since Yorktown."

"Oh you know country stuff and then Bismarck wanted to unite my brothers into one Germany, so yeah I was busy," Prussia answered while messing with Pennsylvania's blonde locks.

However, their reconciliation was short-lived when a voice said, "You know America's states?" It was France who had said that.

This snapped them out of and they looked at the procession of nations starting straight at them and an American who was soon regretting many of his life choices. However, no going back now as they say and, well they already saw them talking and laughing together. "Well, I know the 13, the others not so much," Prussia explained.

"And you never told anyone?" Germany angrily asked. His own brother kept a secret like that from him? What the heck.

"And why were Espagne and I not trusted with this?" France asked in a dramatic, scandalized fashion. You know he might've accidentally got sparkles on Ukraine and Belgium. Yuck.

"I made him promise not to tell," America answered for Prussia. "As for you guys, well you were a bit creepy."

"I resent that out of hand," France asked, placing a hand over his chest.

"Si. We helped you quite a bit, America," Spain said as well. Hopefully, someone took away his battle ax beforehand.

"You wanted to take a bite out of me when I looked fifteen. That's just creepy, man," America explained. "Besides the only reason, Prussia knew about them was because he was training all of us."

The two were about to open their mouths to retort when they heard the door to the left near the sofa swing open, no doubt damaging the hinges along the way. They quickly turned to see a young boy of maybe 11 or 12 with bright brown eyes that resembled a potato for some reason (why was that their first thought), pale skin that resembled Germany's and Pennsylvania that painted with soot and ash from something, and messy blonde hair that was split to the side with a shade that resembled England's if slightly lighter. On his body, he wore suspenders connected to high-rise corduroy pants over a messy blue button up with the top button undone the sleeves rolled up. He seemed to be carrying some sort of sparking contraption in his right hand.

They were about to ask the boy who he was they heard a loud, "YOU GET BACK HERE, POTATO-LOVING BRAT!" the boy began to try and lock the door when it was slammed open again by another male this time one who seemed 16 and unlike the three blonde states they had met, he had messy auburn hair that was tied up into a ponytail and fairly tanned skin. However, he retained the blue eyes they had seemed so far but he seemed to resemble Germany's the most. The other difference was that he wore blue jeans that were torn in several different pieces whether, from work or the style the nations weren't sure, his feet were covered by black sneakers while his torso was protected by a loose tan shirt and green jacket. His face was also forming a scowl as he rushed after the boy who had tried hiding behind their father.

The blonde boy then ran from their father and ducked behind the side of the computer which worried Pennsylvania. "Idaho!" the auburn hair boy yelled from the other side to trap his younger brother.

"I know you are but what am I?" the boy, Idaho, responded before running only to be caught by their father followed by the other who charging at the two.

"Okay, what the hell is with you two?" America cried as he carried the two states out so the other states won't have to see him discipline the states.

Once the three have left, nobody could even fathom what had just happened. "Who? What?" England finally piped up

"That was Wisconsin and Idaho," Delaware replied.

"Okay, um, what?" England said, still not completely understanding what just happened.

Delaware shrugged. "How are we supposed to know? Idaho's always getting into something. The kid once tried to dig a tunnel to the center of the earth to bake potatoes. And Wisconsin's...Wisconsin."

"Remember when the Packers lost to the Vikings," Pennsylvania said with a nostalgic feel. "I was honestly worried Winston would blow up."

"Well, if that happened we'd have milk for a month," Delaware replies.

"That or beer," Pennsylvania remarked with a teasing tone.

Delaware rolled his eyes.

Germany and Belgium hadn't been listening to the states banter when they heard the word 'beer'. "Wait, beer?"

"Well, yeah, Wisconsin's great at brewing the stuff," Pennsylvania explained.

"He's also a complete and utter drunk," Delaware continued. Now it was Pennsylvania's turn to roll his eyes.

"Probably not as good as German beer," Germany bitterly remarked. He liked his beer just the way it was.

Pennsylvania turned to the muscled German and said, "Well Wisconsin did have a lot of Germans so it can't be much different." Germany, however, just looked sad at this. Why were all the states with his genes crazy?

"Maybe I should ask him for some beer then," Belgium said with a smile.

"Maybe. Usually, he doesn't let anyone touch his stash but for a pretty girl, who knows," Pennsylvania said with a wink that made the Netherlands glare at him which actually sent a trickle of fear down the state's spine.

However, there wasn't much time to think about this when America walked back in.

"Sorry about that dudes," he said.

"What in God's name was that all about?" England asks as nations were still confused about what just happened.

"I guess Idaho was trying out a new potato," Romano visually cringed, "clock in the barn where Wisconsin keeps his cow and it spooked her quite a bit when it exploded."

"EXPLODED!" Belgium cried.

"A small one though," America replies. "I keep trying to tell him to stop, but technically it won't kill him."

"It's still entirely irresponsible as a parent," England cried.

"Like leaving a kid you promised to bring flowers back for 60 years later," America grumpily said, remembering his first human friend.

England looks pretty sheepish and quieted down.

"Don't you have any states that are girls?" Belgium said.

America smiled happily, "Of course." However, this was quickly stopped when he turned to the male nations and said with a very disturbing smile, "And if any of you dare to look at them anywhere but their eyes, I put a hole where you looked." This caused even Russia to gulp and Pennsylvania and Delaware to look at each other.

"Speaking of," Pennsylvania quickly says, "maybe we should check on how lunch is coming?"

America's smile quickly returned, "Tots, kiddo." He then turns to the other nations who were still shocked by what they just heard, "And you can come too, I guess."

"Are you sure?" Spain asked, not exactly sure himself.

"Totally, but remember what I said." The nations agreed and they along with the two states with the second happily chatting to Prussia about the Revolutionary War and Germany just looking very awkward. However, most of them were trying to wrap their heads around what America said and wondered if this was how he usually was when it came to his states.

Author's Note: How did this blow up so fast?