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Part 9: The Truth

(You're not an Alien)

With steady hands New Mexico activated the weapons system. The glowing bottom of the craft began to focus into a bright beam. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He needed to have prefect aim for this. If he missed not only would the Nations make it into the house but he would hit the house. He opened his eyes.

The Nations just reached the porches' wide white steps. They began to surge up them but not gracefully. Italy tripped and almost tumbled down. At the same time France and England crashed together and were stuck in between two pillars for a moment. They were desperate to escape. But New Mexico was ready to fire without mercy.

At that moment the doors to the mansion were flung open and standing in between them like a warrior angle was America. England felt his eyes beginning to tear while Italy full out bawled.

America paid them no mind as he focused on the space ship flying towards them. Then he did the unthinkable. He started striding toward it.

Inside the craft New Mexico was panicking. On the screen in front of him, which was so cool just like an IMAX, he could see the slight frown on his father's normally smiling face. His dad was determined to stop this and unless he knew that the person inside was friendly he would attack first and apologize later. If there's anything left of me to apologize to. Dad really doesn't know his own strength. Something he really wanted to avoid, but how to do it?

He could open the craft and expose himself. That would stop America but the other Nations would see him too. If they found out he was a state could they push Dad to get rid of them or more likely they would want to influence him. They would also be really mad at Dad, maybe enough to start a war.

If possible New Mexico paled further and broke out into a cold sweat.

What if America didn't attack? Maybe he thought the pilot was a friendly alien that got confused. That would be even worse. The craft was moving very fast. America could get hurt...

With that thought ringing in his head New Mexico jerked the controls. The saucer's front tipped toward the ground while the back tipped up toward the sky. It rumbled in protest as it crashed into the ground and threw sparks up into the air.

The most terrifying moments of New Mexico's life ended with the flying saucer halting right in front of America's feet. A new ditch trailed behind him but he would gladly take damaging the yard over hurting his dad.

New Mexico's relief was short lived. America hopped up and pried open the saucer's door.

"Dudes, what's wrong with you? Why'd you go and- oh!" America's eyes widened at the sight of his dark skinned state. Then within moments his eyes narrowed. All that carefree confusion drained from his face. In its place was the same nation that faced the states after the Civil War. "What did you do?"

Maryland rushed out of the mansion, leaping over China and Italy, both of whom were leaning against each other although Italy was still crying a bit. She continued charging down the yard and jumped between New Mexico and America. She threw her arms out in attempt to shield her brother from both the Nations sight and America's cold stare. "Please," she begged. "Wait."

America now focused his gaze on her. "Explain," he ordered abruptly.

"It's... well... we were just trying to do what you said."

"What I said," America repeated slowly thinking over everything he had said. "Dudes no. This is not cool," the cold tone had disappeared from his voice but it was still as commanding as ever. He reached up to Maryland's face and tore off her headphone/microphone and held it up to his face.

"Listen up all of you are to go to your rooms and stay there."

Instantly he heard many protests.

"We were just trying to help."

"You looked so beat."

"They broke the door."

"We warned them."

"Like you can really fault us for-"

"That's enough. You were given an order. Now carry it out. Go to your rooms and I'll talk to you later."

"But-"

"March!"

The first one to move was a section of bushes that detached itself from the rest and stomped forward. Other states soon followed emerging from inside the buildings, dropping from the trees, and standing up from a grassy knoll. Most of left with their heads down trying to appear apologetic, a few stormed by the nations, but all of them shot deadly glares at them as they passed them.

The Nations could only move aside and stare.

Why did America have so many armed guards just lying about in camouflage all over his yard?

Maryland was the only state left outside. They were going to be in so much trouble she just knew it. The worst part was, in her opinion, that she hadn't actually done anything. If she was going to be punished she would have at least liked to get a good shoot at England. She felt her pony tails drop a bit at that thought. So what if they had it all on tape and she could watch his suffering again and again. It didn't make up for not being able to participate.

The only thing she could do now was to try and lessen their punishment.

She glanced over at the Nations. They were still dazed and far enough away that they wouldn't hear her. With that in mind she let her mouth slide into a sad but adorable little pout. "We were just trying to make you happy, Daddy. You work so hard for all of us and we know that it's not an easy job." Her voice was shaking now, "You looked so tired today and we just...we just wanted to...to give something back to you. 'Cause we love you. We really do." She looked up at America with her best teary puppy dog eyes.

"Maryland," he sighed. "Don't cry. I understand, I really do, but what you did was wrong." America ran his hands threw his hair. He was trying to stay strong against her tears but the state in front of him knew he couldn't hold out much longer. He never could stand to see one of his states hurt.

"And we're really sorry about that, Daddy. But one thing led to another and we got so caught up in it. Once it all started, we knew we couldn't stand to fail you." That was true, all except the part about being sorry for it. "We'd do anything to make this up to you." As long as they didn't get punished.

"I...ok. Why don't you go get the Nations some snacks or something. Then we can just sit down and talk about this later?"

She nodded making sure to give him a slight smile before dashing back into the mansion.

This time she only had to jump over China, Russia had tried to help him up but China's knees gave out again due to his fear of big nation.

Maryland was willing to bet they would recover from all the physical injuries in no time. She really didn't care about their mental trauma, well maybe about Japan's but only because of his manga.

Once inside she headed straight for Delaware, who had managed to still be in command due to the others panic. As soon as they were close enough to talk to each other without having to yell over their siblings chatter his attention was solely hers. Well that's new.

"How much trouble are we in, on a scale of one to ten?"

Maryland tilted her head to the side as she considered his question. "Well if we're all crying when he comes in I'd say a five at least. But we should definitely take down bobby traps."

In response Delaware stuck his head around the corner and into the living room, "New Hampshire, take them down." Apparently New Hampshire had been in charge of the bobby traps in the house, Maryland almost felt jealous of that. Delaware focused back on her so Maryland's mind had to stop wondering. "And what if we aren't crying?"

"Eight," she answered without a hint of doubt.

Delaware's stared at her, an eight was a very bad score. The States had ranked their punishment after the Civil War as a nine and they had almost destroyed each other then. They really had no clue how they would ever get a ten without using nukes. "But you just talked to him," he mumbled.

"And he's now talking to the Nations," Maryland snapped back at him. "By the time he returns he'll be mad again."

Delaware nodded, "Alright we need to cry for our lives." He paused for a moment to think about that. All the States had to be crying but there was one little bitty huge problem with that strategy. "We're never going to get Nevada and California to cry."

"We can if we try hard enough." Maryland grabbed his arm and started pulling him out of the room toward the living room and its large flat screen.

Realizing what she had planned Delaware raised his voice above the noise. "Someone quickly get onions, lemons, and the Titanic movie."

Maryland squeezed his arm tightly. "We don't have enough time for the Titanic."

"Right something that starts out sad. What other movies get girls crying? Paranormal Activity?"

Maryland stared at him a moment before deadpanning, "I'll excuse that commit because you're stressed." She let go of his arm and called out to the states rushing about, "Someone find PS: I Love You, please!"

Wyoming paused as he walked by with a big box of sparking wires in his arms and shook his head. "PS: I love you Please, that's a strange title."

Maryland frowned at him and New Hampshire, who was hanging upside down from the ceiling, rolled her eyes. "Boys," they echoed.

From the room across from them they heard a frustrated Virginia cry, "No you can't have any comfort food Nevada!"

History Time:

Death Valley the hottest and driest place in the US is located in the states of Nevada and California. Nevada is the driest state.

During the Civil War the war was called by many different names. The war of Southern Succession, the war of southern rebellion, the war for states' rights, the great rebellion, there's a list of 29 names available at . My favorite name is the War Between the States. That's where this little bit of Head Cannon comes from.

Head Cannon:

America, the nation's personification, did not fight in the Civil War. This was something that was completely between the states. He knew about the damage being done to both sides but it was the states that suffered. This is why bonding time is required (and as a further bit of head cannon this plays a direct part in some of the state's personalities.)

Also, all the 13 original colonies have a bit of a problem with England but for a good reason. See the colonies alone weren't strong enough to personify until America was on the brink of becoming a nation. (If England had won the American Revolution the States would have died.) So you could say that they were born out of the Americans hatred of the British rule and the original 13 will never be able to forget that part of themselves.

Replies:

yue moon: Thank you. I laughed while writing it.

Laila: They do terrible things, not to everyone, just mailman as far as America knows... Dun dun dun.

Anon: Thank you, that's why I put them in and they're really fun to do.

Miri: That's a good idea. I just might do that.

AN:

In the first draft of this chapter the omake was actually when Maryland entered the mansion and talked to Delaware. When I saw how long it was going to be. I moved it into the main story and added the other omake which made this the longest chapter of the story, so far.

For some reason my fanfiction email relations was messed up for a couple days last week so if I didn't reply to your review either PM me or mention it in a new review.

Omake:

Several states, despite having just attacking the nations 'unprovoked,' did have manners. In fact Southern Carolina considered himself to be a perfect southern gentleman. Therefore, he made it a point to wipe his feet on the doormat before entering the house. He claimed that the mud on his boots was hard to get off and that's why he pulled back his feet back a little too hard and hit England. It was merely an 'accident' and was in no way planned.

However, Massachusetts will proudly state that his hand whacking England on the head, while he was busy glaring at South Carolina, may not have been planned but he's proud of it.

North Carolina honestly didn't care either way and high-fived both her brothers.