No Beta so errors are my own.

Fools!

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Days of the Warlord

For a moment, Warlord Terra stare at the strange creature before her.

She turns her gaze to Death and ask in a dull monotone, "Who and what is that thing?"

The creature waves his cane of pain and yells with a nonexistent mouth, "Fool! I am the great and powerful holy sword Excalibur, I am a fellow Warlord and we will be working together!"

Warlord Terra wince as she rubs around her ears at the pain of the yelling, "Nice to meet you."

Terra glares at Death for a second and turns leaves muttering about crazy weapon makers that make crazier weapons.

A random USA Inauguration Day

Kid frowns at his father in the mirror, "Father? Do Alfred and the states always keep hiding here around every single time he gets a new president?" Ask Kid as he eyes his unplanned house guests loitering around his living room.

"Hmm… Oh yes, ever since the Inauguration started to be televised and he no longer needed to be there, America always hide here instead of being there," Lord Death muses from the mirror.

"Why in the manor?" Grumbles Kid.

Suddenly a new feminine voice spoke, "That is because a certain annoying warlord keep showing up at the family home. The only place he seems to refuse to enter is your place. Besides, that husband of mine is liable to start crying if he is there out of grief for one leader or because he is dreading who is coming." A pause, "Besides, we always come back to Washington afterwards. And it always fun to test the new leader, break him in to the chaos that is America." Amelia start to crackle madly, "It more fun when the previous leader only made vague hints or not even bother to hint at all."

Virginia gives an exasperated sigh from her couch spot, "It not as fun if the president-elect is a Governor."

Kid blinks, "Why?"

The nearby state, Kentucky, pauses from his eating and answers, "We generally tell our governors about us States so they are not surprised to hear that we do in fact have a father-nation. Once they meet Father, they generally realize very quickly that Father is just as crazy as us and adjust quickly. Ginny had the honor of getting one of the first governors turned presidents. He might not count since he was a founding father though."

"Your just jealous Kentucky," tsk Virginia primly as she flips her blond hair.

Ugh, it too early to deal with this as Kentucky retorts somethings in a dead American language that gets a rude gesture from the Virginian. Turing to his Godfather, he asks, "Do you all want soda or something?"

America nods, "We will also pay for all the food we had eaten."

Joy, they already ate the food.

Post battle with the Kishin Vajra.

Two men were sitting and drinking coffee in a room with moving clouds and a blue sky with great realism. In fact one would think it was natural if it were not for the endless field of crosses, the small clouds that float on the ground, and the huge GAPING hole that reveal a night in Death Valley.

Neither were men but it was not relevant.

"How is Nevada feeling?" Ask the black cloak vaguely in a man shape.

That might have been an odd question coming from anyone else, but for the personifications of Death and USA, it was not.

The blond man shape being known as America shrugs, "In bad shape but by itself, he will recover fine. The rest of the states well…" A grimace takes over the handsome man's face.

"Yes?" Prompt Death.

"Vajra's madness drove the kids to indulge in their obsessions and now that it is over, they are feeling like they have been ran over by a herd of buffalo."

Death nods slowly, "They should be fine after a few months. I was more worried about Nevada due to his proximity to the fight."

America sighs, "Nevada is currently recovering. One of the other states is on standby to tie him down if he tries to leave. Oh and Germany called and offered to help if you need it. He even offered to get England and trick him to pick up Excalibur if he overstays his welcome," America rubs his forehead to try to shave off the inevitable headache.

"Why England?" hummed Death.

America gives a look as he puts down his cup, "Because after him, only the Sandman, Mother Nature, and the Boogie Man can rein in the holy sword."

Death tilts his head, "I doubt Excalibur is planning to stay long. Besides, I would be more worried about the Sandman, he has been hanging around the city lately."

America rolls his eyes, "Dude, he is just helping with purging out the madness from the city. He has been doing it all over the places hit by madness the worst. Come to think of it, so has the Boogie Man," state the nation thoughtfully.

"With the Sandman it could be potentially anything. The fun of a mild reality warper and weapon maker," finish the reaper in a rare and deep deadpan.

America snorts, "Dude let that go, no point in getting upset. It was not his fault that Excalibur became the obnoxious weapon that we have today," America adds when he sees that expression on the Reaper's face, "Besides, the sword is at least actually respectful to you. I have to threaten to get his Creator or his old welders to get him to leave me alone."

"I remember," chuckles the Reaper.

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Head-canon: During every Inauguration since it started to be televised (I think it was started around F. D. R.), America would hide in Death City with a TV so he does not have to be there. Excalibur creeping in was not planned.

There was no president specifically in mind so if you have a president you do not like, then just imagine it was them or something.

For the record, Kid actually likes being around them but they tend mess up his house's symmetry which is why he usually goes to their place instead.