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"Hey, Grim, are you here?!" Demanded a young voice as a man arrive in a room of clouds though a tall gothic mirror.

All the while he is carrying three baby cradleboard hooked on a rolling sled. Frowning the man, known as America, looked around for someone. The faint cries of a young child alert the man to something. His eyes spot something. It look to be a baby bassinet in black tuck right behind the mirror. The young looking man walked around and look in. He stare in surprise to see a little baby with pale, almost white skin; ebony black hair; and a shock of three fuzzy white stripes that ring half of his curly short hair. Carefully leaning over, he sees what ails the babe. His pacifier is lose. Taking the pacifier, he notice the familiar skull that adorn the handle.

Tilting his head to the baby, he says to the child, "You must be the new Grim Reaper," he touch the infant's cheek. When the infant turn his head, America place the pacifier to his open mouth. "Heh, you are cute, although I wonder if you are like most babies and keep Death up at night," coo America.

"Yes, he does," said a strange voice.

Holding back a jump but turning around America sees his ally, the Grim Reaper and smiles. America then stare in surprise, he sees the Reaper had changed, he looks more like those cartoons that he had seen in the paper rather than the intimidating figure that he is used to. Another surprise is that his voice is no longer the deep baritone but high pitch.

Drifting over to the three cradleboards, Death peer at the three sleeping states, "Is this West Virginia, Nevada, and Nebraska?"

Giving a nod, America ask, "What with the change?"

Death gave a shrug, "Mother suggest that I assume a less frightening form."

Giving a raised eyebrow, America surmised, "I guess she wanted to see her grandson too, right?"

The Grim Reaper seem to shrink in on himself and gave a sigh, "Why did you bring your children here?"

America gave a dark look, "I can not trust my children to watch their siblings with all this tension after the war. The eldest is only physically six. My dear sister, Mexico is busy rebuilding after getting rid of France and his puppet Emperor. Germany is already overwhelmed without needy babies to add to the stress and Canada is out of the question even if, he is 'independent,' he does not have any control over his foreign policy which means that if me or any of my children enter the land, England will know eventually," giving a grimace of disgust at his brother's lack of true independence and ineligibility as a babysitter.

Death hum, "If it is any constellation, Canada will be completely independent someday."

America sighed running his hand though his hair, "I know, Nana told me that, after one of his many escapades into the future." Sitting on the nearby chair and table but still in reach of his children, America ask, "What is it that you need of me?"

"I need you to confirm your position as Kid's godfather," Death put in cheerfully.

"I thought that I already agree," ask America.

Death gave an inclination of his skull-head, "You did, now we have to make it official."

"Ahhh," said America, "So, what is the process then?"

"Just a binding signature agreeing to watch my son as his godfather," said Death as he rolls out a paper and present it to the nation.

"Binding?" Ask America as he looks over the paper.

"It means that you can not get out of it no matter what," clarified Death.

Looking over the paper, he notice that it is short, only having one statement and a line for his signature.

I, the United States of America under the names of Alfred F. Jones and Maska, a legacy of North America agree to be guardian-godparent of Kid Death, second son of the Grim Reaper Lord Death, a son of Death.

Giving it a look over, "You know the Pooka language?" Ask America as he eyed the words written in the all but dead tongue language, "How do you know it? Only my siblings and Nana know it."

Death loomed over him and said ominously, "Death is the same to every person. There is no language that Death does not know."

Alfred look up at him with a raised eyebrow, "What with the intimidation routine?"

Death chuckle breaking out of said routine and quipped, "Just checking."

"Uh-huh," said America in a disbelieving tone, "Regardless, I will sign it."

Death clap his huge hands.

America pulled the quill near him and gave it a look then looked at the Reaper.

Death elaborated, "It is a blood pen, it will use your blood to sign it."

America only says one word, "Why?"

Death shrugs, "To have the agreement bonded to you. Besides, this one is painless."

Giving a shrug, the United States of America signed the paper with his left hand only grimacing when he sees the signature cut into his right hand.

Death gave it a look over and nodded at America. He then rolled up the 'contract' and then bounce over to his son.

America was stuck how odd the statement of Death bouncing over to his infant son is to normal humans. America gave a low chuckle and the Reaper waved him over. With a smile, America gets his children and walks to Death to look at the addition.

Headcanon: The USA (and most nations) is ambidextrous.

Also, a Harry Potter tidbit idea!