America was in full blown war mode, he's dad senses were off the charts. Looking around America saw how everyone was looking at him, "I have to go-"

"Who were you talking too?" France asked, "I haven't ever seen you so angry, but what did you mean by: Daddy?" England asked. Great, they were bombarding him with questions and now they absolutely knew something was wrong with his phone call.

Wait a second, they heard him say Daddy? Fuck, fuck, fuck, they knew! What was he going to do? Should he become an isolated country again? Everyone was looking at him expecting answers, oh God! His little boy North Dakota was here, what would they do if the-

Suddenly, the door opened.

A little kid, that looked to be around 6 walked into the room. His hair was a golden color with brown highlights that looked to be natural. You could see he had braces along with perfectly white teeth. The child's eye's were filled to the brim with tears, his cheeks were red and his baby blue eyes shined.

"DADDY!!!!" The little child ran twords America, America got down on his knees and let the child run into his arms.

"Who is this child, America?" China asked, he was curious to why this child called him 'Daddy' and were it came from. England looked like he was in a state of shock while he looked at the little boy and America interact. France was also in wonder to who this child was, more importantly, why did he just call America 'Daddy'?

Scooping the child up in his arms America tried soothing him. "It's okay, it's okay, I'm here..." He whispered, god only knows what the child was thinking after being lost for who knows how long.

"Dad-dy! I wanna go hhoommee!" North cried, as he clung onto Americas bomber jacket. "You gotta be strong for me, okay? You'll be home in a little while." America cooed back to him. Poor North, he'd never been alone like that in the hundreds of years he'd been alive. North was always with his twin sister, the two were practically inseparable but this time one of them got lost.

North was now sitting in Americas arms, with his face in the crook of his neck. His cries were slowing and his breathing was returning to normal, on the verge of sleep. America looked up at his fellow countries, all of them were watching him. Could they give him a little break? Just for one moment?

"America! Who is this child!?" Germany asked as he walked into the room, with Italy behind him. America quickly looked at him with a glare, "Shhhh! He's falling asleep, be a bit quieter.." America roughly whispered as he rubbed North's back.

"G-germany! Doesn't the baby look kinda like America?" Italy whispered to Germany in a little frantic tone. Germany's eyes widened, the boy did from what he could see, the resemblance was definitely there.

England still looked shocked, the child's eyes reminded him of America when he was younger so much. Who was th- No it's not possible for America to have a colony, then was this child something else related to America? Countries can have children, it wasn't possible, so- Why can't he figure it out?!

"A-America, who is this child? We need to know if he's going to disrupting our meetings." England asked in a hushed tone. America looked back over to England, "H-he's my son.." In a very hushed tone and turned his head down to the child's back. There wasn't a point in trying to hide them anymore, they would find out sooner or later.

England just stood there, t-his child was America's? He was America's, holy hell. Why the hell is he so upset over this? What's wrong? All America has is a child, it not like he- he.. Why couldn't he say it? What was wrong with him?

Quickly, America got up with his son still in his arms, sleeping. "I-I'm going home.." Alfred said as he started to walk away.

England wanted to know more and he was going to find out more, whether or not America liked it or not. "Amer- America I want to come as well!" England asked refusing to back down. America looked him in the eyes and sighed, "Okay, you can come with me, just- just be quiet." America warned the english nation.

Walking over to his car, America sighed. He didn't have a car seat, looking over at England, this was the best chance to tell England while in the car. "England, hey dude. Can I ask for a favor?" America whispered, England looked up from his have nodding quickly. "Can you carry North for me? He's too little to sit in a actual seat and I don't have a car seat on hand.."

"Yes, I'll hold him.." England couldn't help but be a bit awkward, he just learned that America had a son..

America and England quickly got in, after a few minutes of silence went by England started getting used to the child in his arms. He felt- at home? It was odd, why was just holding this child calming him?

As the car turned, hair went into the child's face. England looked down at his child's face, quickly brushing the hair away. His? What did he mean by that? Damn, what was wrong with him?! He shouldn't be thinking such things.

America suddenly spoke up, "We're almost home, you'll be able ask all the questions you want once we are there. Just don't freak out, okay?"

What the bloody hell did America mean by that? He almost just had a spasm just hearing that Alfred had a child, a baby! Why was this child down there crying anyway?

A/N

Hey guys! I am so thankful to Hetalia101Boy, and Je Ne Sais Quoi for commenting! I'm happy that you are all enjoying this story, I'm very excited about continuing it. Also, Je Ne Sais Quoi, I'll totally add in D.C. and Puerto Rico, and maybe mention a few other territories. Oh! There is also going to be similarities between England and the 13 colonies that will be talked about in the next few chapters! Anyway, I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter and make sure to give your opinions on each chapter, that would help me a lot.

Welp, I've said to much, peace!