The countries and dog made their way to a large oak tree that seemed to reach for the skies where someone was sitting in the shade reading a blue-covered book with a picture of a dog howling over a snowy mountainscape that hid his features from the countries and to his side was a gray fur-trapper cap and a matching thick parka.

"Alaska!" America called, as the dog, Sakari wagging her tail and bounding over to the boy which knocked the book out of his hands and onto the grass and the gathered countries, especially Ukraine, Belarus, and (secretly) Russia were shocked by the boy's face. The first thing they noticed was his hair was a similar shade as Hawaii's and tanned skin that was a slightly lighter shade and on his body, he wore a gray t-shirt with a biplane in darker grey with dark grey pants and black boots. However, that wasn't what caught their attention. It was his eyes. His almond-shaped eyes were purple in color. The same shade of purple as Russia's. It was unnerving especially to Ukraine who had to take a second take of the boy in front of her because aside from his skin and hair color, he looked just like a child version of her younger brother right down to his large nose and to add to the strangeness, he lacked any features that would distinguish him as America's son. "Nicky, next time make sure Sakari stays by you," America said as the boy just petted the dog, not even acknowledging the presence of any other country by his father.

"Sorry, father," the Russia look-alike said as Sakari began licking his stoic face. "It won't happen again."

"Okay. Anyway, why don't you introduce yourself to our guests," America said, though to the countries he looked and almost sounded like he was pleading with the state. Alaska paused for a moment, his creepy and cold violet eyes turning towards the countries before quickly darting his eyes and grabbing his book to cover his face once again. "Alaska..."

The boy's eyes landed on America's whose blue eyes stared back and finally Alaska relented, but unmoving from his spot, "I am, the 49th state of the United States, Alaska or if you'd prefer, Peter Nicholas Jones." With that Alaska, once again, ignored the countries in favor of reading his book and petting his dog.

The countries, besides Russia, were still unnerved by the child were wondering if they should just leave the state alone when America coughed to get the boy's attention. "Anything else, you'd like to say to the countries?" he asked.

"Stay out of my room or you'll regret it," Alaska flatly said as America's palm hit his face.

"Come on, Nicky. All the other states have had to talk to them. Please just try," America pleaded, taking a knee next to him.

Alaska looked over and said in his monotone voice, "So, you expect me to play nice to the people who came to judge my personality and ability to cause harm without knowing a single, solitary fact about me other than your my adoptive father?"

"Well...um...Yes?" America asked as the countries looked between them, the guilt coming towards them as they register the cold words of the violet-eyed state of an undiscernible physical age. "Look, Alaska, just please this once and we won't bother you ever again."

"...Fine," Alaska said with a sigh of silent exasperation. His gaze turned back to his book but said to the countries, "What are your questions?"

"Well, um..." Germany began, still unnerved by both the boy's appearance deadpanned demeanor. "You seem...stoic."

"Yes," he said. "Being overly emotional is a sign of lacking control over one's self," he said without changing his tone and no doubt offending the emotional nations, including his father, if their faces were anything to go by.

"I see," Germany said before looking over at the pregnant husky that was happily lying in the lap of her master who was petting her soft fur. "That's a beautiful dog you have there."

Germany looked at the boy's expression and thought he nearly saw a flash of life in the empty field of violet that was his eyes before they looked at him before ducking down again. It seemed like he almost got the boy's attention without reluctance and he even said, "You think so?"

"Yes. She is quite the beauty. How far along is she?" Germany asked.

"She should be giving birth any day now," he said as he rubbed the back of her ear. "That's why I couldn't leave her alone with the others."

"The others?" the European country asked.

"I have 15 other dogs, including Alaskan Malamutes, at my cottage in my state," he said. "Usually, when I'm here at the estate my 'nanny' takes care of them since I can otherwise take care of myself."

Take care of himself? From the fact, Hawaii had said they were close and she was about 5, physically so he had to be a similar age and yet the way he looked and acted made him seem so much older. "How old are you?" Germany asked, filled with the same questions as the rest of his fellow countries.

Alaska looked up at Germany with a raised eyebrow before saying, "Isn't that traditionally seen as a strange thing ask to somebody you barely know"

Oh no...What will America do if Germany actually offends this boy? Oh, he can just imagine that America might hang him from his balls off the Washington Monument. Or worse. No, he did not want to think of what 'worse' especially after finding out about America's creepy overprotective nature. He didn't even want to look up at America because he can already feel that cold energy radiating off of him. Avert the situation quickly! "Forgive me. I didn't mean to offend you."

"What makes you think I'm offended. I'm just stating a fact," he said with a raised eyebrow. "You don't know me any more than I know you, which is none by the way so it is strange to ask a stranger such a personal question," he said, without looking at Germany.

"I suppose..." Germany said, still unsure what to make of this state.

"Right," Alaska said. "But, I'm about 6 years old in terms of my physical age and 219 in terms of my actual age."

...WHAT!? HOW WAS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE?! Even with their inconsistent aging that would mean this boy would only grow a year every 39 years! It would mean he was older than most of the older-looking states. "H-how?" Germany said.

"We're living personifications of countries and cultures that by all accounts should not exist and you're asking how I barely grow?" Alaska said in his deadpanned voice. "Let's just say that before I came into father's care, I was barely cared for, stunting my growth in the progress," he said with a hint of venom in his voice that shocked the countries, as his eyes flashed with anger as he looked behind Germany and at Russia before he quickly ducked them away, but that fury still remained as he snapped his book shut.

Ukraine noticed this as well and began to wonder what the true connection was between Alaska and Russia. She knew Russia once had a colony by the name of Russian America, but other than that she knew little about it other than her brother rarely if ever visited the snowy landscape. She didn't even think it was possible for a personification of the colony to have existed and even after finding out about the states, she assumed that Russian America or Alaska as he's known now was America's, however, with the boy's resemblance to her own brother another thought started to wander around her mind. Could Alaska be...

"You're staring," Alaska's voice interrupted Ukraine's thoughts.

"Oh, I'm so sorry. I-I didn't mean t-to. I-I was j-just w-wondering why," Ukraine managed to stutter out. "Well, y-you look like..." Ukraine tried again before noticing Alaska's hands starting and his face giving the slightest hint of a scowl which frightened Ukraine.

"Like who?" he asked his voice radiating cold that made the countries take a step back and even Ukraine was wondering if she should continue, however, the look on the violet-eyed state seemed to insist that she continue her thought. "Well...um...y-you just resemble..."

"Russia. Is that what you were going to say?" he interrupted fire now in his eyes. A fire that threatened to burn the countries in front of him.

"Y-yes," Ukraine said.

"Well, if you must know he's my sperm donor," he said as he slammed his book shut with a sickening thud as the overwhelming blanket of horrible realization spread at what the violet-eyed boy said.

It didn't come quickly to them, oh no. It came like a light snowfall as the thought rattled around in their collective minds that gradually grew into blizzards that rang through their ears. Sperm donor, they thought? SPERM DONOR!

"Russia bred!" Prussia cried out. "My worst nightmares have come to fruition!"

"How did that happen!?" England said in fear as Italy fainted into Germany's arms.

"Well, I was conceived the same way as humans as I had a human mother so I suppose with the method of my sperm donor inser-" Alaska said with a shrug.

"I know that!" England quickly said before Alaska could become more graphic since the idea of Russia doing THAT was far too terrible to imagine.

"Well, didn't you ask?" Alaska asked bewildered at the sudden change in England's change.

"What I mean is when did Russia do, well, THAT?!" England finished trying his best to clarify for the boy who just stared off into space.

"I assume around 1800 as that was when I was born," Alaska answered with a shrug.

However, the one most shocked by this was Ukraine. Her younger brother had a son? She had a nephew? She had a nephew? Well, it made sense. The boy was a near carbon copy of her brother at that age so it made sense he shared some blood with them...but Russia's son? It was an idea she still couldn't really fathom in her thoughts as she continued to stare at the boy and began to notice things about Alaska.

Despite being physically young, his eyes didn't have any child-like innocence. They weren't just cold. They were empty. They were guarded. Suspicious. The next thing, she noticed was his body. It was tense. Strained. Now it wasn't unusual for countries to be like that. Heck, even she was like that because...but she's never seen someone so young-looking have that same expression. It broke her heart. What happened to her nephew?

The thought stirred around her head as she walked closer to the boy, only to be terrified when she saw Belarus grab the boy around the neck holding her knife to his cheek.

"You little bastard! Who is your whore mother? How dare she touch the perfection that is big brother Russia?!" she snarled into the 6-year-old's face that still hadn't changed, but his eyes did narrow as he turned towards Belarus, blood trickling down his cheek from the knife's blade.

"What did you say about my mother?" Alaska asked in his cold voice, undisturbed by the insane expression on his insane aunt.

"The whore will die! The whore who took my big brother away from me! And if she is dead then I will desecrate the bitch's- AHH!" Belarus cried out to the shock and fear of the rest of the countries as they saw Alaska digging his teeth into her arm until she was forced to release the boy who fell to his feet before rushing for his coat. "You little brat. I'm going rip off your dick and shove it down your throat!" Belarus screamed.

Alaska barely reacted but instead brought out a Winchester Model 70 Alaskan from his coat (how he hid that in there was a question that the questions didn't have time to ask). Belarus having recovered from the bite came running in fast, her face enraged, but before she could stab the boy, he smacked her in the face with the back of his gun causing her to hit the grass. The Alaskan walked over to her before pointing the barrel of his gun into her face with his boot against her chest and said in a low tone, "Don't ever call my mother a whore again."

Belarus shocked and angrily tried to take a swing at Alaska's legs, which he quickly stopped by placing the other foot on the hand with the knife causing her to release it and then kicking it away. "Understand? Unlike my father and sister, I don't go easy on those who dare to insult my family," he completed. The countries turning to Belarus, terrified of what her reaction would be to being disrespected by a young boy of all people, only saw the shock in her eyes. Not an angry shock but just shock.

"God this kid is terrifying!" Prussia cried out.

"Shut up! He might hear you!" England replied to the former country.

"Who would give a gun to a child?!" Germany asked.

"Well, he's part-Slavic so that's not really that big of a deal," Ukraine said.

"Alaska. Let her go," they heard America say.

"Bu-" Alaska tried to argue before being quickly cut off by the blonde.

"I know what she said about your mother," America said as he walked over to Alaska. "But we don't want to cause an international incident. Think about what could happen to you and Lani," this made Alaska briefly stiffen before he sighed and removed his foot from Belarus's chest.

"Good boy," America said as Sakari rushed over to Alaska as Belarus growled at the boy but knew that her dignity and pride took too much of a hit today.

"What a wonderful boy. He must get it from his Papa Russia," Russia said with a creepy smile, staring intensely at the young boy.

Alaska growled at this, his eyes turning away and his hands making a fist.

"Aw, shit," America said as he went to grab the angry state before he could cause an international incident. "Come on kid, you know what Russia might do to you and your sister so stop!"

At the hearing of his sister again, the state looked up, glared, but sighed in defeat before calming down and walking back to his spot.

"Friend America, how could you hide my son from me?" Russia asked his child-like smile still on his face but the atmosphere around them grew thick and heavy as Russia's eyes bore into America and the Alaskan state who glared back with just as much intensity.

"Well, he's not your son. He's mine," America said crossing his arms across his chest, glaring back as countries began to back away slowly in case this might end up badly. So much for not causing an international incident.

"But he shares my blood," Russia said, tilting his head and continuing to stare at the American with an unreadable that was definitely not a good sign.

"And America was the one to raise me while you abandoned my mother and I before I was born," Alaska said with venom dripping from his voice. "Honestly, the best thing you could've done for me was selling me to father."

Russia turned his gaze towards to boy, the atmosphere growing even heavier, "You know in Russia, boys treat their fathers with respect or they are thrown out into the snow where they are left to fend for themselves without the protection of their life-givers."

Alaska just humorlessly laughed before looking up at Russia, fear absent from his eyes. "You never protected or care for me, so I don't have to treat you with anything resembling respect."

The countries gulped in fear, avoiding Russia's gaze, and instead turned to the state who was unmoved or unshaken by Russia radiating death. What was with this kid? How could he talk back to Russia like that? Did he have no self-preservation?

"M-Mr. Alaska," Lithuania quietly spoke up trying to avoid Russia because...Russia. "It might not be the best thing to make Mr. Russia angry. Believe me. Nothing good happens." Lithuania felt something coming behind him. Rather someone. As in the someone was Russia who wasn't happy after his little conversation with Alaska. "AHH!" cried Lithuania who quickly took refuge behind America.

"Friend Lithuania, do you think I'm scared of the American pig?" Russia asked with a genuine look of confusion. "Sooner or later, you will all be my friends eventually." This just earned a glare from Alaska and America who weren't happy with him in the first place, but Russia didn't seem to care.

"And Lithuania," Alaska began. "Compared to the things I've endured, Russia doesn't scare me in the slightest."

This shocked the terrified countries since Russia, especially for England, Prussia, and Germany, Russia was the night demon that haunted their dreams and Alaska wasn't afraid of him? "I-if you don't mind me asking, Alaska. What else have you seen?" Ukraine asked with genuine concern in her voice for the boy which caused him to raise an eyebrow in wonder.

"Well, I won't scare you with the details but in the last century, I had to lead a protection unit against the Japanese during World War 2. That was fun," he said.

Japan, having silently observed the boy's actions and techniques, he found they seemed familiar to him. Almost too familiar though he couldn't pinpoint why until he heard Alaska's words about World War 2 which caused a moment of realization to hit him like a truck.

He had seen this boy before!

During his mission to oversee the invasion of the Aleutian Islands of Alaska, he learned of a resistance group led by a creature all in white who'd disappear into the snow before reemerging to take out the guards without anyone knowing he had ever been there. Japan himself had only managed to catch a glimpse of him during the ends of one of his raids. This creature became so infamous among his soldiers for his ability to disrupt, sabotage, and killed they even gave him a name. "You're the Shiori Akuma!" Japan cried pointing at the boy.

Alaska raised an eyebrow and then said, "You must be Japan."

Japan gulped before saying, "H-hai, Alaska-san."

America looked down at his adopted son who stared at Japan with cold eyes. "Tread lightly, Peter Nicholas," America said.

Alaska paused before looking back at his book and saying, "Yes, father."

"I-It's good to see you again, Alaska-san," Japan said as he gave a small bow for greeting to the boy.

"We met before?" Alaska asked with confusion.

He doesn't remember? How? Well, he hadn't really met Alaska either and to be honest didn't realize that the boy in front of him had also been the Shiori Akuma. Maybe he can use this. If Alaska didn't know who he was, he could start a new relationship with him (even if it would be difficult) and maybe get a few tips on how to make Hawaii like him, at least enough not to try and attack him.

"N-no," Japan lied.

"Hm..." Alaska said raising an eyebrow which made Japan briefly sweat at the thought that he might remember.

Despite this though, Japan took a deep breath and said, "It's a pleasure to meet you Alaska-san, I hope we could become better allies-"

"What do you want?" Alaska interrupted, patience missing from his voice.

"P-pardon me?" Japan asked.

"When people are that polite to someone, they usually want something from that person whether its money or more often favors. I see that kind of behavior all the time in those overprivileged backstabbers that think they are above everyone else just because they have a cushy seat in congress so what do you want?" Alaska said.

Japan blushed as Alaska stared intensely at him clearly waiting for him to answer before he loses his patience, "Well, um...it's Hawaii-san..."

"Let me guess she hit you over the head with a surfboard," he said standing up and grabbing his coat and hat.

"How did you know?" Japan asked.

"She told me earlier she would in our bedroom if she saw you," Alaska said.

"You share a bedroom?" Japan wondered, pondering if he should consider it indecent for siblings of the opposite gender to share a room. And given that Alaska was blood related to Belarus...

"Yeah, we do because Lani can no longer sleep alone because of you," Alaska venomously said.

Oh. Well..."That's actually what I came to talk to you about. After my conversation with her, I realized that I caused her great harm in the past and I was wondering if I could ask how I might repair a personal relationship with her."

Alaska put his jacket on and held his hat as he walked up to Japan and said, "And you thought I would provide you with tricks on how to do so with pleasantries."

"Well, yes," Japan asked. "Please it would help me and I do genuinely wish to repair things with Hawaii-san and how sorry I really am."

"And that changes things?" Alaska asks. "Saying sorry doesn't change what you've done and it doesn't help Hawaii get back the year she lost trapped in her coma or the fact she still suffers from it to this day. That plus the fact that instead of being able to be there with my sister, I was having to deal with the Aleutian campaign."

Japan looked down shame emerging on his face.

Alaska glared at Japan's sorry state before turning to his father. "Father, since I've done as you asked may I please return to my bedroom with Sakari since I don't want her to be over excited."

America sighed. "Of course, Alaska."

Alaska nodded before whistling for his husky who came trotting after him and then running alongside him before they raced out of site towards the main house.

Once they were out of view, America turned to Japan who still had a look of guilt on his face. "Aw cheer up, buddy. Alaska's just very protective of his little sister," America tried to reassure him.

"America-san. Do you think I will ever be able to win their forgiveness?"

America paused for a moment before saying, "Alaska...No. When he holds a grudge. He holds it until the end, it's why he still hates Russia but like I said with Hawaii just don't push it." Japan looked down but nodded.

"Um...Mr. America," Ukraine quietly said.

"Yeah?" America replied.

"Though I didn't get to talk to him very much, Alaska's my nephew so I'd like to get know him," Ukraine said.

"Well, I wouldn't suggest it when he's angry given his complicated history with his Russia heritage but he might like you so try talking to him when he's with Hawaii," America said.

"Thank you," Ukraine said with a smile which America responded with his own 1000 gigawatt grin.

One that was quickly dashed by the sound of a incoming motorcycle as it quickly turned into one of fear as he looked over to see it heading straight towards the countries and nearly running down Germany and Sweden, with the unknown biker speeding off long before anyone could call out out to him much less stop him.

America dashed to the side of Germany and Sweden to make sure neither would have to resurrect themselves and to make sure now lawyers would have to get involved. Luckily neither was the case, however, Germany was cursing the rider while Sweden just looked mildly annoyed (which was still terrifying).

"What was that!?" Germany demanded of America but before her could answer, they saw a boy about 13 years old with wavy black hair and brown eyes with honey-colored skin wearing a pair of basic black jeans, brown sneakers on his feet, and his shirt consisted of two with a white overshirt with blue lining covering a long-sleeved orange one holding a lasso and was clearly out of breath from presumably chasing after the biker.

"ND? What the hell?!" America yelled.

"SD found his bike," the boy, ND, as he was called by America replied simply.

"Oh, shit," America replied as he joined after ND in their chase for the biker they called SD.

"D' we f'llow?" Sweden asked as Finland helped him off the ground.

"Well we have come to meet all the states," England said.

"And I want to have words with that little scheiße for knocking me down. Seriously, why do I have to be the one to be targeted by the states?" Germany asked.

"Well you were one of the main people who wanted America to do this," Italy said innocently.

Germany paused before his face turned red and simply muttered, "Let's just follow them." And so the countries did and followed America and ND after the biker.