AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Sup, Dudes! So sorry it took me so long t o get this up. I was really busy over 4th of July weekend, went to a few parties, and then there was school, and I watched a few animes, plus I had a small creative block so... yeah. So so sorry -u-"

Okay, so for this one, I had been planning to do this one since I wrote the USUK wedding, but it also convenantly falls in line with a request to do more stuff involving the states. So here you go! ;)

England and America have all the states over for dinner. Fluffy, established USUK, features the states.

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England woke to his phone alarm going off and sunrays shining through the curtians and shining over his eyes. Too bright, too much noise. Ugh. Lucky him his husband, America, shut the alarm up, and soon after he felt the larger man's arms wrap around him. America nuzzled his nose into the back of his neck and gave a butterfly kiss to his nape.

"So, are you ready for today?" America murmured against his skin and England felt confusion wash over him. Was something happening today? Had England forgotten something again? England swears America tells him things at the strangest times, if only so England would forget them so America could call him old. Git.

America took his silence as an answer.

"You forgot, didn't you?" America was beyond amused.

"Perhaps?" England mumbled.

"The dinner, babe. We are having a dinner with the states tonight. I told you last week." America laughed as England turned around to face him.

"Right, so how many of them are coming over?"

"All of them." America said as if there weren't fifty of the motherfuckers.

"All of them!? But America, there are so many! And they don't like me, either." England was definetely not pouting. Only a little.

"They like you just fine, Arthur, they just don't know what to do with you. They have a tough time accepting new commers to the family. Just give them some time." America gave him a kiss on the forehead before slidding out of bed. "Come on, babe, we gotta get the house ready and I gotta start dinner."

"Don't you think you should put on some clothes first?" England rose a brow at his husband, who turned and looked at him from the door.

"Hm? Why? Aren't you into the whole naked cook thing?"

England promptly hurtled a pillow at him. America laughed.

The pair eventually got going with the process of getting ready. England was assigned to the cleaning of the dinning hall. America also banned him from entering the kitchen at all, he didn't want to risk having to start over when he was cooking for fifty, well over fifty, but basically. The pair worked into the afternoon, then there was a knock on the door.

"Hey, Arthur, can you get the door!? It's probably Virgina and Maryland, they like to get here early!"

England rolled his eyes, but went and opened the door. And low and behold there stood Virgina and Maryland, with D.C. propped up on Virgina's hip. England smiled at them as pleasantly as he could.

"Hello there, you sure are early." He smiled as the pair entered.

"Yeah, we like to get here early, help around if we can. Where's Dad?" Maryland said, his green eyes scanning the area.

"He's in the kitchen." England answered with a sighed, gesturing towards the room in question, and they all made their way towards the kitchen, with America popping out of the door as soon as they stepped up to the door.

"Hey there, kiddos! How you doin'?" America gave both his kids a hug. "D.C. giving you any trouble?"

"Nope, still as good as he's been the last hundred years." Virgina smiled, bouncing the little boy in question. Adorable. "So, you need any help in there?"

"Nah, I got everything covered. You guys should hang out with England for awhile." America said as he gave little D.C.'s nose a squeeze, making the child laugh. England and the two states looked unsure. "Come on, guys! Do it for me."

The group agreed and made their way towards the couch, where they then preceded to sit there and be awkward at each other for several minutes intill...

"This little one sure seems excitable today." England said smiling at little D.C., who was sitting on Virgina's lap, bouncing slightly with both hands being held by her.

"He always gets this way when he comes to see his Daddy America." Virgina smiled as the infant squeaked up at her.

"He is rather fond of him, isn't he? America loves having him over, so do I for that matter. Who couldn't love such an adorable little bugger?" England smiled pleasantly, giving the tiny tot a pinch on the cheek, prompting the little one to squirm around and squeal with joy.

"We apprecaite you guys watching him so much." Maryland was clearly starting to get more comfortable, his shoulders were relaxing and to England he just seemed more at ease.

"It's no trouble at all, really." England smiled, sitting up straiter. "He's a delight to have."

"Well still." Virgina said, chuckling while she lifted D.C. up and layed him across her chest. "So, how are things with you and Dad? Everything going okay?"

"As good as things can go, I suppose. America caught a little cold last month, and so Japan got sick, then China and Greece were over here on my arse telling me to get America better so Japan would be healthy. Buggers." England scowled for a second before lightening up. "We are also getting ready for our move to my house to live there for the fall and winter. I do hope you will drop by for a visit, America misses you lot when we live there."

"Only if you promise to come home for Christmas. I still don't think the rest of the Southern states have forgiven you for keeping him in England last year." Virgina said and England cringed slightly.

"Is it a crime to want to have a peaceful first Christmas alone with my husband? Well, as peaceful as things can be with America atleast." England looked to the side, remembering America dragging him down the stairs like he was a sack of potatoes on Christmas morning.

"Of course not, believe me, I understand, but you know how hard headed they can be." That was a really hypocritical thing for Virgina to say when she was, infact, just as hard headed as the rest. Just a little smarter.

"Of course... We haven't started talking about Christmas plans yet, but we will try." England said before feeling a tiny hand grabbing onto his button up. He looked down to see little D.C. gripping at him, smiling up at him with all two of his teeth. "Oi? Hello there, did you fine me?"

England gave that sort of delightful he gives when he is talking to fairies and scooped the tike. D.C. gripped at England's face and squealed slightly, pressing his tiny little forehead against England's, well he actually more or less headbutted him, but since he was so small it didn't really hurt. It was actually more or less adorable, really. At that moment, America burst into the room, in typical America fashion.

"Sup, fam!" America shouted as he burst into the room in his pajama pants, t-shirt and 'kiss the cook' apron. "How you guys doing? Getting along, I hope."

"We are having a great time." England smiled and America stood there, looking at him expectedly. "What?"

"Artie, babe. I know you can be dense, but I know you can read." America smirked, gesturing towards his apron. Relazation dawned on England and he was less then impressed. He stood up and made his way over to his husband and kissed his cheek. America grinned before turning his gaze to little D.C. "You to. Kisses." America puckered his lips and the tiny one laughed and leaned forward, giving him a sloppy, baby kiss.

"What are you doing out here? I thought you were busy cooking?" England asked as America took up D.C. into his arms.

"Eh, I got some stuff simmering, I just wanted to make sure you all were getting along."

"We're fine, Dad, you don't have to babysit us." Maryland sighed, rolling his eyes. "We like England now, he's cool."

"Now?" England peeped, he was ignored.

"I was just making sure, plus I wanted to see my bubbly little dude." America laughed, lifting D.C. up towards his face, where the boy gave plently of cuddles. "You sure your okay? The others are going to get here soon, and you know how rowdy they can all get when they are together."

"Alfred, I'll be fine."

"Yeah, Dad, chillout! Go focus on dinner." Virgina pointed towards the kitchen and America gave a hestitant look before handing over the infant in his arms over to his husband.

"Alright, you all behave."

England smiled as America left. If there was one thing that England enjoyed about when any of the states visited, it's that America's more serious side comes out. America is still, well, America, but he seems to try to be more responsible, vigilant, and firm. It was actually very attractive, especially to England.

The went on just as well as expected, the next states to show up were Tennessee, Kentucky, and Texas. Within ten minutes of their arrival, shit was already broken. England wasn't happy, but when America came in and saw in that Kenkucky had managed to break one of their nice vases that England bought for the house, England swore the man was going to have a fit. England managed to calm him down and get him back in the kitchen before calmly and rationally explaining to the state how much of a twat he was and explaining, in no uncertain terms, that he would paying for a new vase. And then the rest came, slowly, group by group.

America was mostly preoccupied in the kitchen, because dinner for fifty-two people... and a one baby... was difficult. He tried to peak into the main area of the mansion where all the others were. And what America had feared was going to happen, had happened. Over the years that he had known England, he had noticed something. Like all people, England had sides. Oneside was bright, talked to things that weren't there, was very sarcastic and blunt. The otherside was very proper and uptight, did things like embroyery and sewing. It wasn't to say England didn't enjoy those things, because he did, the were very relaxing, the problem lies with the fact that when England gets around large groups of people, he got nervous and went from happy, bright England to proper and uppity England. And it really bothered America, because this wasn't just some big business get together, it was his family. As corny as it sounded, they were England's family now to, because that's a part of marriage, the family. One of America's biggest worries about their marriage was that England would never be able to get along with the family he constructed for himself after the Revolution. The Revolution was always a sore spot in the relationship, and America was always just a bit worried that England would associate them with that split. It was really unhelpful that whenever they all got together, or even when most of them got together, England got all... tight. Even America only thought that was cute in short bursts.

Before America knew it, dinner was finished cooking and on the table, two vases and a photoframe were broken, and America had gone to get dressed for dinner. He ended up in a button up simular to England, but with little red stripes running up it vertically. America liked vertical stripes, they made him look slimmer. And now for the main event.

"Dinner is ready!" America hollered out and within seconds, states were funneling into the dinning hall. The next thing America did had to be done with care and subtly...

"Yo, Artie, I need to talk to in the kitchen!"

Or not.

"OoOoOoooh! England's in trouble!" One of the states calmed. Rhode Island, it was Rhode Island. England glared as America drug him away.

"Why don't you yell a little louder, Alfred, I don't think China hear you at his house."

"I probably coulda handled that better." America agreed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Look, can I be for real with you for a second?"

"You know you can. You are a very handsome man when you are serious." England played with America's collar for a second before his hands were snatched up, at which point America started to stare him down.

"Look, I know that the way family works in the US is a little weird compared to all you dudes across the pond... That we all sort of do our own things and take care of ourselves, but they are still my family. And I'd really like it if you could get along with them, like for real. Not you just sitting in the corner, tolerating them while you knit."

"But, America-"

"No. Arthur, you gotta open up a little. I know that you don't really get along with you brothers-"

"They're a bunch of twats!"

"- but I'm really close to the states. I love them, and I love you. If you just loosen up, just a little, they could see the England that I love, and they can love you too! Big happy family! Please?" America was breaking out the puppy eyes. Dear Lord.

"I... can try. But I make no promises!" England glared sternly, America kissed him. Off to dinner they went.

The dinner itself went well... relatively speaking. Some of the younger states started flinging food at eachother, but at that point the mood was so jovial that America didn't stop them, he only laughed. California talked about some of the new movies that Hollywood was filming, which was a good conversation started because the other states that were being filmed in for said films were very excited about the projects. High-fives were exchanged. But it was all par for the course for a dinner of the Great American Family, the part that made America truly joyful was that England had clearly relaxed more. It was a little bumpy at first, but once he had gotten some nice homecooking in him, he was calmed down a lot. England actually had some spirited debates with the states that didn't end in violence. (Someone was punched in the face but it wasn't related to anything England did.) After a slight caotic dinner, the large group settled into their respective food comas, for about two minutes.

Now here is thing about the states. They are all very independent, productive members of society, but most of them were also young children. Several of them had very childish sense of humors and tendencies that came out more when they all came together. Another thing was that growing up, most of them came in batches that were hard to handle for America. America was a busy dude, afterall. So some of the states didn't really learn proper manners. America barely knew any manners, how was he suppose to teach them!? So, when one of the states, deep in their food coma, let out a small burp into a fairly silent room... There was anarchy.

All the younger states snapped into their normal childish selfs, there were laughs, shots were fired back and the once silent room fell into childish chaos. America, of course, thought it was funny, both because he was used to at this point and because actually he thought it was funny. England, who had leaned up against America, not willing to move because he was to full of roast beef. Damn, America made some kickass roast beef... England shook his head and narrowed his eyes at his spouse,

"Did you not teach them any manners?" He grumpled into America's shoulder.

"Babe, there are fifty of them. I'm a busy dude. I'm the hero, not a miracle worker." America answered bluntly, giving him a squeeze. "Besides, look how happy they are. How can you be so frowny in the face of a bunch of happy kids?"

England looked out into the joyful chaos of the room, watching as one of the older, more mature states swatted at one the others and he decided that maybe, just maybe, he could get used to this.

AN:

I think I'm enjoying writing this couple too much, this is really weird XD

Alrighty, folks, leave some reviews telling me how you liked it. Or saying somethings you'd like to see me write. Or just thoughts on the collection so far. I'm afraid that was watching so many different anime and taking such a break that I might have a hard time getting back on track, so y'all might need to give me a push XD