Meet the Kids!
"Well! Here we are dudes!" America laughed obnoxiously loud as he practically skipped up the steps to his front door. But he didn't seem to realise the other nations weren't even listening, they were more occupied by the sheer size of the place! It was huge! Well no wonder.. fifty states... how on earth did he manage!?
America seemed to be talking in endless waterfalls, but it was hard to concentrate on him, the place was freakin' noisy too. It was almost impossible to hear the American. For once..
"Come on!" He shouted.
The nations that had bothered to come, (England, Germany, Italy, France, China, Prussia, Japan, Russia, Spain and Romano (he was forced by Spain and his brother, Italy)), Texas and Maryland, all piled up behind America as he unlocked the front door and gestured them all inside.
There was a small group of teenagers in the middle of the room upon entry, fighting and arguing over something, and a girl off to the side with long pale blonde hair and bright shining lavender-blue coloured eyes. She looked around 15, dressed in a simple mid-thigh, silky grey dress and long dark grey fluffy coat, and she seemed pretty damn pleased with herself about something as she watched the teens fight.
Suddenly, a teen with dark brown hair and tan skin walked in wearing a flowered summer dress and sandals with an expression of annoyance clear on her face. Her bright green eyes shone as she spoke.
"Guys! Could ya all like, shut the hell up please!? Your makin' a hell of a lot 'a noise and ya also all seemed to fail to notice when dad walked in with a load 'a what seem to be other countries. So keep the noise down would ya!?" And with that she stormed back out.
When what the girl said sank in, all the teenagers, except the blonde in the far corner, whipped round to face America.
"Shit... Ahh, oh hey dad! Didn't see ya there..." A teen with dark brown wavy hair and soft blue eyes, around the age of 17 said, a sheepish grin on his face.
"Yeah... We were just... Talking... And stuff..." Agreed a girl who looked the same age with short black hair and the same coloured eyes, yet these ones seemed a little less soft.. Britain noticed her fashion style, and instantly disliked her, with her skinny jeans and black leather jacket. She had a lot of ear piercings too.
"Bullshit. What was it about?" America asked calmly, not believing them for a minute. Not even someone as clueless as Italy would believe them... Maybe.
"God damn it! It was Alaska! She always starts these arguments dad! Not us! You should see the Kitchen, she smashed a ton of plates and stuff! Blame her! She was winding us all up and-"
"It worked pretty well apparently." The blonde that had been over on the other side of the room laughed as she appeared suddenly next to the boy. "Was quite amusing really Delaware, I should remember to wind you lot up more often."
"More often! It's all the freaking time!"
"Okay okay! That's enough! Tatiana, just go and clean up whatever mess you made okay? And yes, that means right now. And then go to your room, I'll talk to you later." The blonde, Alaska, nodded at America, and with a smirk, left the room, presumably, to do as she had been told. "Delaware, New York, Florida and Louisiana, you all usually get along okay..! Well, ish, but you know, you never fight like this, at least not when I'm around ya don't... What gives dudes?"
"I'm really sorry papa. Alaska tricked us. She made us believe we had said cruel things about one another. [Said in French but I can't translate.. And I'm lazy..]" A teen with short blonde hair that fell in well looked after waves, came forward with a sweet and innocent look on her face, and when she spoke in perfect French, France seemed to do a front flip in excitement, and England, if he has been drinking, would of done a spit-take.
"Ugh, fine. Go upstairs after you've apologised to the others please. [Also
French ^.^]" America replied back easily, France looked at him with raised eyebrows.
"You speak French America?"
"Sure dude, Louisiana here does, and she wanted me to learn, so I did man! I also know Spanish 'cause of some of my other states, mostly California and Florida though..."
"Well, anyway. I'm very sorry my dearest siblings." Louisiana turned to face America. "May I go now papa?"
"... Yeah.. See ya later Aubrey."
"Dammit really!? Louisiana you are such a suck up!" The last present who hadn't said anything yet, finally spoke, revealing a Spanish hint in her voice. She had dark blonde hair and brown eyes that stood out strangely from her slightly tan face, and looked pretty pissed at how her sister had been let go so easily. She crossed her arms and pouted childishly.
"Well if you and the others apologise to each other, and to me, then you can go too." America smirked at them.
"No! There is no way! It was totally all Alaska's fault! I'm not saying sorry for anything!" Delaware spoke up, shouting angrily.
"For Gods sake! Could you all just shut it!" A new voice huffed from the doorway and all the rooms occupants turned to face a short teen with long blonde hair pulled up into a ponytail wearing a green tank top bearing the words, 'keep calm and carry on'. She was holding a book titled, private peaceful. "By the way Florida, Hawaii wants you."
"Are you serious?" The girl with the Spanish sounding voice asked, irritated, "I am not 'babysitting' her again I swear-" the girl went off in a huge rant while all the countries, excluding America, just stared unable to say anything as a brand new argument started up between Florida and the new girl.
"So, is this a regular thing for you amigo?" Asked Spain hesitantly.
"Yup! Sure is bro! It's a hard job, but it's cool! I love looking after my states!" He looked towards them and added a little quieter. "Most of the time anyways..."
"P-Papa?"