Yay, I'm glad so many people liked the first chapter! I'm really sorry for the long delay in updates. It's been a combination of school being crazy and not being quite sure what direction I wanted this story to go. Thank you all for your patience!
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"Well, Arktos, what do you think of your new home?" America grinned as Arktos clutched tightly to his hand.
Arktos stared around the large house in awe, his pacifier almost slipping out of his mouth. He had never seen so a big house before. He tugged on America's hand until said country scooped him up.
America spent the next hour showing Arktos around the extravagant house. He showed him the kitchen, America's room, the music room, and the large garden out in the back. "And this," America said with a flourish as he opened a door down the hall from America's room. "is your room. What do you think?" He grinned as he put Arktos on the ground.
Arktos looked slowly around the room. The walls were painted a light blue that reminded him of the sea that surrounded his little island. There was a large chest brimming with toys right beside a closet. A tiny bookshelf filled with books was nestled in a corner beside a rocking chair. A crib stood against the wall opposite of the closet, stuffed animals and the softest looking sheets inside. "Mine?" He asked, looking hopefully up at America.
"Yup. This is all yours." America grinned. "Do you like it?"
Arktos nodded his head excitedly. He perked up as there was a rather loud knock at the door. "Who?"
America shrugged, picking Arktos up. "I don't know. "Let's go find out."
Feliciano grinned up at America and Arktos came down the stairs, the maid having let him in. "Hello, Arktos!"
Arktos looked curiously at Feliciano before burying his face in America's neck. "Hi." He said shyly.
"What are you doing here?" America asked impatiently. "Don't you have someone else to bother?"
Feliciano pouted. "Aw, don't be like that. I just wanted to see how baby Arktos was settling in. Don't you want to have me for your big brother, Arktos?"
"No, he does not!" America snapped, holding Arktos protectively to him. "I'm his big brother and it's going to stay that way! Right, Arktos?"
Arktos looked between the two, not quite sure what they were talking about with the whole big brother thing. He didn't even know what a big brother was. "Shhh." He finally said.
America would've protested at being shushed by his little brother were it not for the giant wooly mammoth storming into the house. Feliciano squealed and leapt out of the way to avoid being trampled.
"Mine!" Arktos squealed joyfully, waving his arms to the wooly mammoth that was attempting to climb up the stairs towards him.
"No wooly mammoths upstairs!" America shouted. He had to move Arktos into one arm and, with Feliciano's help along with some of the house staff helping, they managed to herd the wooly mammoth out into the gardens.
"So, what are you going to do about the mammoth?" Feliciano asked, watching with mild interest as the mammoth plopped down in the middle of the garden.
"Mine." Arktos repeated, slapping his hands against the window.
America shrugged helplessly. "I don't think he's going to leave while Arktos is here."
"I'll take him." Feliciano offered, holding his arms out to try and take Arktos away.
Arktos blinked as he was yanked away from the window and held protectively against America's chest.
"No!" America shouted. "He's my little brother. The mammoth can live in the garden. Now, go away!"
But, Feliciano didn't go away. He spent the rest of the day at America's house, playing with Arktos and even helping (in his own Feliciano way) America bathe and feed Arktos before the little baby's bed time.
"Good night, Baby Brother." America said as he put Arktos in the crib.
Arktos held one chubby hand up. "Night-night…big bwother." He blinked as America suddenly lifted him up out of his crib and snuggled him. What a strange brother he had…whatever a brother was. As soon as America left the room, Arktos nodded off to sleep, dreaming of his little island home.