No Beta so errors are my own.

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Post-Civil War: Approximately 1867-1875

America swirls his cup of tea thoughtfully.

"Well, what a sight for sore eyes."

The nation flinches to the new presence in his home. He looks up and sees a woman wearing those reform dresses he heard about. She is, of course, drinking his tea. Her dress was all black with white and silver accents. Her eyes gleam a warm gold. For a moment, the nation can see a familiar halo before it vanishes from sight.

"Are you related to the Grim Reaper?"

She rose an eyebrow, "Why do you say that?"

"You have those three lines like him."

She smirks, "You can see them?"

America yawns, "Sometimes. When really stressed."

She laughs, her necklace revealing itself in a flash of silver. "Yes, he is my son." She presents her hand in introduction.

America looks cautiously before he shakes the entity's hand, "That make sense. You must be Death."

Death smirks, "How is my son?"

America smiled faintly, "Good, he was kind enough to somewhat help me with reestablishing my weakened government."

Death gave a small laugh. "He has always had a soft spot for humans. He often speaks well of you. But he is fonder of his warlords and their children. He sees them as a little family of sorts. And if I remember right, Kid is good friends with your son, David."

America thoughtfully looks at her, "That is true about my son. That also explains the Christmas gifts."

Death leans and scrutinize the nation, "You look like you took some damage."

America smiles faintly, "At least it better than the last Inauguration. Now that was another level of chaos."

She smiles, "A war while your leader, Lincoln, is getting reelected, correct?"

America gives a sigh, "Yes."

Death give an enigmatic smile, "If the circumstances happens again, you will be readier for it."

America grimace, "I really hope it does not become a habit."

Death laughs, "You are use to breaking up fights among your children. You just ended a huge fight. Why is this so different?"

"Because, if Ohio and Michigan, or any of the other States, try it again, I can stop it as their father. I have the power to stop 40 children, not so much on the thousands of my citizens." State the nation in a deadpan.

Death sniggers, "You nations are such interesting beings. Not as interesting as my son."

America chuckles, "He is tough to beat. The fact that he can stand Excalibur and not want to chuck the sword down a volcano is impressive."

Death laughs, "Like a volcano here can actually stop the holy sword. You would have better luck with the Sun, Mr. Jones."

Alfred chuckles, "Technicalities. Besides, my kids will let me use one of their volcanos in lieu of the sun."

Death softly smiles at the nation. "I can see why my son counts you, among his allies, the one he trusts the most with both his children and his city."

America grimace at the reminder of the old regency plans that he hopes to never use. "And while I am flattered that he trusts me to run the DWMA Organization until the maturity of Asura and Kid, it would be much easier to never have Lord Death be incapacitated in the first place."

Death smiles as she ran her hand though her black hair, "Yes, my son inherited the occasional tendency to get in trouble once in a while. And while I have no clue where he got the paranoia, he needs the assurance that chaos will not happen if he can not be there."

America sighs and slouch back, "I know why my siblings could not. But why me? I not exactly unbiased or all powerful. It clear that I favor my own people over others. That not even considering that should I have to take charge, the other nations might notice when all the mean witches start trying to kill me."

"My soldiers are more than capable of dealing with assassination attempts. They would protect you as they protect my family."

Death rolls her eyes when America jumped onto his feet. He turns arounds and glares at the mirror and growls, "Do ya enjoy scaring me?"

"Yes."

America heaves an exasperated breath and keep on glaring at the mirror. "Like mother, like son."

A loud knock interrupts the sudden silence, Delaware's voice rings out, "Father, she is hiding again."

The First State peaks in when his father grumble, "Come in."

Delaware glance at the reaper then the strange women… "Wow, who is the pretty lady?"

The Grim Reaper laugh, "That is my Mother, Death."

Delaware looks in awe.

Alfred sighs, "Del…Jonathan, focus… Nebraska."

Like the good son, he nods, "Of course, Father. Nebraska is hiding and everyone that is in the house is looking for her. We were wondering if you can point where she could be hiding."

Giving a faint sound of exasperation, he nods and close his eyes. America homing in on his youngest, "She is hiding in the basement, in the secret secure room."

Delaware sighs, "How did she get in? OK, Father, thank you for the help and sorry about interrupting your meeting."

America rolls his eyes, "It fine Del, it was not really a meeting and more like a greeting. Now shoo."

A soft click confirm that the good son had left.

"The joys of a large family," sniggers Death, "And it will keep getting larger."

"Your one to talk," grumbles America.

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This chapter was to only tie in with my first story. Notice: The Grim Reaper's Mother is a character from another franchise.