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Part 10: Playing Politics

(What America has Learned from his Politicians)

America turned and watched as Maryland ran into the house. Once she was indoors he approached the other nations.

This was a very tricky position his states had put him in. He had to calm the others down enough so that wouldn't declare war over this. So he shouldn't let them have any time to think about what they had just went through. But he also needed to know exactly what had happened. Where the States just defending themselves? Another nation could have hurt them without even meaning to. They must have been really scared.

America sighed. He needed to handle this with the utmost care and caution. He vaulted over the porch's small fence and landed right in front of the others.

"Hey dudes, what's up?"

England turned red and America could have sworn steam was coming out of his ears. "What's up?" England hissed through his teeth. "That's all you have to say. What's up? We've nearly been killed by your psychotic men, that's what's up!

America ruffled the back of his hair with one hand and chuckled awkwardly. "Dudes I know you've had a totally stressful day but you know what'll make you feel better? That's right, you just need to sit down, chillax, have some grub, and then we can talk about what you're doing here."

America slipped between the nations and enthusiastically opened the door. Behind his back the others paled. America expected them to go inside that house? The one that those monsters had just gone into. There couldn't be enough space in there to avoid their dogs or the grenades and definitely not the fireworks.

Noticing that no one was approaching the door, in fact a few looked to be inching away, America turned around. He stared at them from the doorway before grabbing a hold of England's wrist and dragging the unfortunate nation inside. England dug his heels into the ground but was unable to save himself. So not wanting to die alone he grabbed onto the nation nearest to him, Japan. This inevitably lead to each nation being more or less forced into the house, much like how they were all dragged into equally bad situations like the World Wars.

Once America had them all inside he picked up his pace. The following nations tried to memorize their path so that they could make a quick escape. But the American kept gaining speed. Dashing around a corner he almost dislocated England's shoulder. However they reached their destination before that could happen.

The large room they stopped in had a set of cream colored couches which were very comfortable, England discovered this when America threw him onto one, that surrounded a dark coffee table. The floor was covered by a thick soft blue carpet and one wall was made of glass. That would make escape easier.

Seeing that England hadn't been blown up when he landed the other nations cautiously sat down. Well Italy attempted to sit on Germany's lap, for extra protection, but was 'gently' forced to sit on the couch. Since they were still alive the nations let go of some of their fear and focused on another emotion, anger.

Despite the death glares, to put it mildly, America didn't feel any fear.

"So," he dragged the word out while wringing his hands like a five year old year. "I'm going to get the snacks I promised." He dashed out of the room to retrieve said snacks. But not because he was nervous or maybe just a little bit frightened. That wouldn't have been heroic. He just knew that if he waited too long the states would eat them.

The moment he was out of the room the nations began whispering about their escape and or revenge plans.

Several hallways away from the room he left the nations in, America slowly opened an innocent looking door. Behind this door, in what is known as a kitchen to everyone that hasn't eaten England's food and the torture chamber to everyone that has, the states were putting the finishing touches on the snacks. With a teary smile Alabama walked up to her father and presented the snack filled tray. Careful not to let his face soften at the states pleading looks or spill the snacks America took the tray and quickly returned to the nations.

America happily flounced into the room. "Alright dudes so here's the snacks I promised. Eat up." Not one of them moved. They just stared at the food laid out before them.

America had been raised by England. Did that mean that his food was just as deadly? They hadn't seen him eat anything but fast food before and didn't know if they could trust the small garnished sandwiches and the brown liquid that wasn't fizzing. Maybe if they just ignored the supposed food it would go away. Maybe America's alien friend would eat it.

Having had a chance to recover from his trip inside and no fear of horrible food England was ready to strike at his former colony. "I don't care about your bloody snacks!" England stood up and crossed his arms over his chest. "Who the hell were those psychopaths?"

That was not a question America wanted to answer. Oh, them? They're just my states. You know the ones that are united so that I can basically, well, exist. Yeah I know you used to control their land but they're my states so don't bomb them or try to convince them to do anything with you ok guys. That would go over real well. America could almost hear over 300 years worth of protection efforts flushing down to the sewers.

"Dude, calm down," he asked half pleadingly.

England stamped his foot on the ground. "No I will not calm down until you explain this!"

"Jeez dude...this was all a misunderstanding." The statement was met with unbelieving stares that made it obvious he wasn't going to get away with such a simple explanation. "They just...well they were trying to do the right thing but they spook really easy and got carried away. Honestly. They didn't mean it."

"I don't care if they didn't mean it."

England was about to go on another rampage when Japan interrupted.

"Who were they, America?"

America paused to consider how to word this. After a couple of moments, during which England's glares became increasingly fierce, he answered. "Well they're some people who have vowed to take care of me." They kind of did that when they joined the Union.

"Like guards?" China narrowed his gaze.

Well I do have state police that protect the law so... "Yeah you could say that."

"You should teach them to better handle these kinds of situations to prevent any more...misunderstandings, mon ami," France stated.

America smiled hesitantly. "Well, some of them are new." New...well I'm talking to some really old countries. Even though they won't admit it. I guess someone fifty years old is new to them. So I'm not lying. Lying is not something heroes do. They just misunderstood, like I wanted them to.

Eager to distract them America gracefully changed the topic. "Woah I haven't even had one of these yet." He flopped down onto the nearest coach and bent over the gleaming snack tray. "I better have one before they're all gone right?" Not of the sandwiches before them had been eaten and not a drop of the drink had been poured yet. Awkward.

America scarfed down three sandwiches and a glass of what he discovered was peach tea before he moved on to the next order of business. "Dudes why are you here anyways?"

Germany cautiously took a snip of the iced tea to clear his throat. "Yes, you seem to have one of my papers."

America almost giggled at that. No way. He had to be joking. Instead he waved his hand back and forth. "One of your papers? Seriously, no. Why would I have one of your papers?"

Germany scowled at America's carefree reply. "We were sitting beside each other at the meeting. My paper must have got mixed into yours and you walked off with it."

At Germany's explanation Italy started squirming in his seat. He hadn't been paying attention before they left the meeting, which isn't surprising since so much happens at them and he had pasta at the time, but he hadn't know that was why they came. He only wanted to come because everyone else had already agreed to go. He reached out and hesitantly tugged on Germany's sleeve.

"Ah Germany," he whispered.

"Not now Italy."Germany brushed his allies hand away and focused once more on America. "You should take your time to do things thoroughly rather than rushing off and leaving nothing but troubles for-" Italy tugged on his sleeve again only to brushed off. But the Mediterranean nation didn't give up. Although his hands grew a little slippery he pulled again and again until Germany snapped at him.

"What is Italy?"

Italy shrank back and started twirling his fingers around each other. "Um...Germany, you know how we're really good friends, and friends are supposed to help each other."

Not getting Italy's point Germany's frown grew deeper. "What is your point Italy?"

Italy looked down at his lap still squirming with nervousness. His explanation flew out of his mouth with the speed of a retreating Italian, "I only wanted to be a good friend to you and I realized that one of your papers was on the ground so I picked it up and I- Well, Japan came over and then you started talking about visiting America and I ha-"

Germany clamped his hand over one of Italy's flying arms. "What are you trying to say?"

"Your paper's in my briefcase."

All emotions quickly drained from Germany's face. Then a deep red began to fill it back up. He dropped Italy's arm and stood up. He turned away sharply and headed for the door. Only when it was closing behind him did he say, "Good day America."

Italy having been abandoned on the couch squawked, "Germany! Wait for me!" Then rushed out after the blonde nation.

Japan, as he was the only Axis left in the room, felt that it would only be proper to leave with those he came with. He politely thanked America for his hospitality and departed.

The Allied nations stared speechlessly after them.

"I can't believe it," France murmured.

Since the silence was already broken America turned to the guests still sitting. "So why did you guys come?"

"Comrade," Russia began. "We have had parties together before but you left us."

"No," England burst out. "Just forget it. We all came in the same car and I for one am not walking home. Not after today..."

This reminded the nations that they had been attacked multiple times today and that their attackers were somewhere inside the building. They all silently decided that tea must have been spiked to make them forget that while their clothes still scorched and muddied.

America led them to the door and watched as they all got in the car. One of the Allies must have had the keys because Italy had been hugging Germany's legs and begging for forgiveness, while Japan stood awkwardly nearby, when the Allies reached the car.

America leaned against the door way as the car drove away. He surveyed the scorched and muddy yard. His states had done all this without waking him up. He didn't know whether to be angry or impressed. America then noticed that they hadn't done any damage to either the gardens or the mail box. Yeah, he was impressed.

But only a little bit.

Notes:

The color blue is supposed to have a calming effect.

Hawaii joined the union in 1959, 53 years ago. America rounded.

AN:

Three things:

So you may or may not have noticed that this story now has 100 reviews. (You can't believe how happy that make me. Thank you so much!) To celebrate I'm coming out with a collection of oneshots and drabbles featuring the States. A lot of them will be based completely on history, this means that some will be rather dark, but there will also be ones written for amusement only. For those of you that liked The Birth of a State this will have more America and Chibi state moments.

I came up with a cover for this story, a mental one I didn't draw anything. On it Delaware's sitting in a big black leather chair and in front of him is a board game that has miniature nations running from the states on it. The background is dark to draw attention to the game board. (I'm probably obsessed and insane.)

I got a job! I signed the papers and everything. But it shouldn't interfere with my posting. I just won't sleep. But I'll be able to afford things now! :)

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Omake:

England hurried to the safety of the car. But he couldn't escape the feeling that someone was watching him. Something in his gut told him to ignore it and keep going but he couldn't. He glanced back at the house sitting innocently behind him. His eyes scanned it for the source of the malishious feeling.

There, in the highest window.

A pair of eyes filled with an evil green glow looked down at him. England whipped his head around, picked up his pace, and climbed into the car without looking back once.

He never thought about how those eyes matched his.