Waking up wasn't the best part of the day for England but today had got to be the most embarrassing one. England was being held from behind by strong slightly tan arms, knowing exactly who it was, he screamed.

"LET GO OF ME, YOU BLOODY GIT!!!" England's eyes were wide, his face was flushed a strong shade of red and his hair was messy.

America's eyes shot open, alarmed at the screams from England to get him go. "Stop yellin' it's to early to be this loud.. The kids might hear ya.." slightly blushing, as his voice was groggily with a southern drawl.

England quickly stood up and stopped yelling, his hand was over his face to cover up his extremely flushed face. His clothes were different as well, meaning that Alfred had changed him. Asking in a quiet embarrassed voice "C-can I change into something else?"

America hugged a pillow, and watched England to much of his embarrassment. Letting the pillow go, Alfred stood up and walked over to his dresser and pulled out a pair of jeans and t-shirt. "Here ya go, I'mma had down stairs and make breakfast.."

The clothing was much larger then England's usual clothes, but he had to make do with what he had. Quickly changing, Arthur peeked out into the long hall way. Remembering what North Dakota told him, England walked down the hall cautiously. If he did run into any of these children, what would he say? What would he do for that matter?

Making his way down the hall England ended up in a large living room, the coffee table in the middle of the room was covered in a game that had little ladders and slides. Turning to the left he saw the kitchen, America was making homemade pancakes. Several kids surrounded America, most of them being girls with 3 boys.

"Daddy, where are my crayons? I can't find 'em!" A little boy with blond hair with bright brown eyes asked. He had coloring sheets in his small hands, with some pencils.

Thinking for a moment, America replied "I think they are in the playroom, Colorado said something about moving the drawing stuff in there. Also, try looking under the table."

"Thank you, Daddy!" The kid ran out of the room, with coloring sheets, pencils, and all.

"Daddy, can I have another peach? I'll make pecan pie later!" A little girl with dark brown curly hair, dark brown eyes, in a green dress bribed.

"Sorry Georgia, but you gotta start eating right. You can't just eat Peaches, Pecans, and Peanuts, for the rest of your life, you know that." America smiled down at the child briefly and kept adding pancakes to the large stacks that he's already made.

Georgia puffed her cheeks out, "Then can I have a peanut?" Laughing, America said yes and have her one. "Can you make sure Texas and Louisiana aren't fighting? I gotta finish this up."

Georgia smiled at her dad and said "Okay!" and skipped out into a different room.

Walking into the kitchen, England looked around, what caught his eye the most was the fridge. The fridge had many years of childrens drawing's all over it, ABC fridge magnets held every single one.

"America, how many are there?" England asked as he looked studied the drawings.

Alfred once again slid a pancake on to a pile of even more, sighing America replied. "There is 55, if you wanna count my territories.."

This time, England was calmer about it. "How long ha-"

"Mommy?!" Georgia shouted, why did she just call him mother? He was male!

America's eyes widened, "G-Georgia!"

Tears spilled down the little girls face, her cheeks were red and her smile was big. Georgia ran over and hugged England's stomach "Mommy! I missed you much! Please don't ever leave us again! I don't wanna fight you anymore!"

England was frozen in place, why was this cute little girl trying to proclaim that he was her mother? "Would you please let go of me and tell me who you are?"

America quickly walked over and picked up the little girl England presumed to be Georgia. "Shh, it's okay.." Alfred cooed to her.

"America! Who is she? Why is she calling me her Mother?" England demanded for a answer

Georgia's cry's suddenly became sobs, "Mommy! I didn't wanna leave ya but the taxes! They started makin' me sick, my people! They were so upset!"

England's stomach started to squeeze itself, realization hit him like bricks. "She- is she the personification of Georgia?"

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Zero: So, I haven't updated in a while... Yeah, imma take responsibility! (Im so sorry this chapter is short!) *pulls up big boy pants*

Georgia: Zero couldn't think of anything else to continue the story, but thats because of writers block!

Zero: I'm sorry guys! Also, thank you to anyone who commented! It really motivated me to at least force myself to write my random thoughts.

Georgia: I'm happy Mommy is back!

Zero: So, you guys are probably wondering why Georgia is featured the most here, well..

!History Stuff that I Included!

Georgia was the only colony to really, not want to leave Great Britain. They needed protection when they were younger, but in reality, Georgia was a wall of sorts to keep the spanish out. ~(That will come up later!!!) Georgia was a punching bag for both the spanish and Indians in the area they were settling in.

I also, once stated that in one of the earlier chapters that Georgia was the fourth eldest but thats the order they signed the US Constitution. Georgia, in reality is the youngest of the 13 original colonies!

Georgia: Why do you know all of this about me?

Zero: uh- History Class? (I totally didn't do research for this story to motivate myself- haha..ha..)