A/N: Here we go again. Conner just can't leave Alfred alone can he?

"Warning. The jambalaya is hot, in temperature and taste," I grin and twirl my fork in my hands. I start to eat my jambalaya and I hear a chorus of voices complementing my cooking. Then I remember something. I get up and get down eight cups. I put ice in each and toss over my shoulder, "What does everyone want to drink?"

"Beer."

"Beer."

"Water~!"

"Tea, please."

"Vodka."

"Wine, s'il-vous-plaît."

"Water, please."

I pour all the drinks and serve them to each person. I sit back down and finish eating. I stretch and say, "Well, I have to go. Just explore. I don't care if you mess up Alfie's room but I'm going to be in my room." I walk out the door and towards the stairs. I pick up the random things Alfred threw at me and walk up the stairs. I open the door to my room and put everything down.

I lay on my bed and stare at the ceiling. I sigh, and stand up. I unbutton my shirt and slide it off. I walk to the bathroom door, but I catch a glimpse of my torso anyway. A long pale scar on the side. Dozens of bullet wounds on my back, long since healed. I get the shower going and as I wait for it to heat up I grab my laptop.

I enter two words. "Civil War," I whisper, typing them in. I stare grimly at the pictures. I sigh and rub my eyes. I close my laptop and stand, stretching. I walk to the bathroom and get in the shower.

I walk out the bathroom, towel around my waist. I dry my hair with another towel. I throw that into the laundry bin in my closet. I take out sleep-ware and put it on. My comfortable sweats, and my shirt with my flag. I open my laptop and type in 'Germany.' I click on Wikipedia and scan through. Next up is 'Italy.' I finish scanning through the histories clicking out of everything. My background appears, me in uniform, standing next to America in his Union uniform. This was years after the war. I smile slightly and close the laptop.

I stretch and walk into the hallway. If they're sleeping here, I guess I can cancel their rooms and set up guest rooms. I walk downstairs and turn a corner. And run into someone.

"HEY! Watch where you're going!" I shout, glaring at the smiling Russian. "And what's your name?" I ask, curiously. Conner! Don't ask questions! Curiosity killed the cat! I rub my eyes and sigh. "Sorry. Alfie says I'm too curious for my own good. He said I'm gonna get shot one day, not that I haven't already," I mumble, looking down. I feel a hand clap on my shoulder, but I don't look up.

"You've been shot before?" the Russian asks. I turn my head away.

"Uh…I gotta go. Are you staying here, or going back to your hotel?" I ask, not answering the question. The Russian stares at me for a moment before taking his hand off my shoulder.

"I'm going to stay here, da?" he says. I nod and walk away quickly. I cast a quick glance behind me. The Russian has another smile on his face but it's…different. I shake my head and walk faster.

I walk into the living room and find no one there. I sigh in relief and go to the movies in the corner. I take out one of my favorites, "Frankenstein." I put the DVD in the DVD player. I sit on the couch and pull my blanket out of the cabinet near the couch. The movie starts playing and I snuggle deeper into my blanket. I fight off fatigue and continue watching. Eventually, I fall asleep, curled up underneath my blanket.

I wake up, and rub my eyes groggily. I flop back down onto the couch. Couch…? I feel someone poke me and I grumble something. I feel someone poke me again so I say, "Go 'way Yank. Can't ya let me sleep?" I burrow further down into my blanket. The poke comes again, more insistent. I mumble, "Stop it. I'll make breakfast in a lil' bit. Now go 'way."

"You're not a morning person are you?" someone who is definitely not Alfred asks. I peek out from beneath my blanket, extremely confused.

"Who are you?" I ask, the person in front of me blurry. I realize I don't have my glasses on. "Wait…where're my glasses? Ugh…I need coffee." I flop back down onto the pillow that had not been there before. "Talk to me after I've had coffee. Now give me mah glasses."

Someone hands me my glasses and I put them on. I blink a few times then look at the person that woke me up. The damn Brit. He raises his eyebrow and says, "Now can you make breakfast. No one wants to eat my food."

I groan. "Hey, next time don't wake me. I have an inner clock. It's not time for breakfast. It's only eight. I serve breakfast at nine," I say glaring at the Englishman. He ignores me and I sit up. I stand up and walk past him. I shuffle into the kitchen, yawning. I pour coffee into a cup that proclaims, "Blood is thicker than water!" I add milk, sugar and cream to my coffee. I heat it in the microwave and add whip cream on top. I take a sip and feel myself start to wake up.

I take a carton of eggs out of the fridge. I set a pan on the stove and take out the butter. I start making eggs while drinking my coffee. I take out a toaster and a loaf of bread. I take out bacon and another pan. I start toasting the bread and make a lot of bacon. I take out the cinnamon sugar I made the other day. I put butter on the pieces of toast. I take out jam, jelly, honey, and plain cinnamon. I set the buffet on the table and sit to the right of the head of the table.

I hear the shout of, "I"M THE HERO!" greet me. I groan and slam my head against the table.

"Can't you sleep late today? You woke up at six yesterday," I groan. Alfred sits next to me and grins.

"Didn't ya miss me? Oh yeah, I set everyone up in the guest rooms for you Connie," he says, way too cheerful. I nod and munch on my toast. I eat my food and glance at Alfred. Bad idea. I feel my stomach roiling and I quickly look away.

I finish my food and stand up. "Alfred, if we're going to have guests I'm going to the store," I say, smirking. Alfie stills.

"No. You cannot leave this house Conner," he growls. I grin and lean against the door way.

"Why not? Scared I'm gonna get arrested again?" I taunt, smirking. "It only happens when I get pissed! And I'm too fast, why would you even worry?"

"Conner. You can't shoot a police officer," Alfred says glaring.

"Ooh! I know! You can go to the store, and I can substitute for today!" I say grinning.

"NO! I told you yesterday! I've told you since I took you under my wing! The answer is no!" Alfred shouts, glaring. I grin, knowing I'm gonna get another funny reaction.

"So…you're willing to hide your brother away, and only reveal him when the time is necessary?" I ask, pretending to be confused. Alfred knocks back his chair as he stands up. He glares at me, and I smirk. He throws his plate of eggs at me and I run.

"Conner Jones. You are going to die!" I hear him shout behind me.

"Yeah, I know!" I shout back, grinning. I race up the stairs and past a few confused nations. I rocket into Alfred's room, and hide in his closet. I hear Alfred cursing and stomping around downstairs. The door to his room creaks open and I freeze, not even daring to breathe. I hide behind his clothes that are hanging in the closet. The door to the closet opens and I stand stock still, my eyes screwed shut.

"Damn! You pissed America off hugely!" I hear a voice say. I peek out from behind the clothes to look at the Prussian. I grin.