A/N:

I've had a bit of a sucky night, but typing cheers me up! I'm feeling a bit better now...

I yawn, blinking my eyes at my alarm clock which is currently blaring "Grand Old Flag." I turn off my clock and stand up stretching. I grab my glasses. I frown at them, confused.

"Wasn't that crack bigger?" I murmur to myself, tracing the now thin crack on my glasses. "Hmm." I put them on and open my door. I walk down the stairs, humming "Renegades." I walk into the kitchen, smiling, even though I haven't had my coffee. I pour myself a cup of said drink. I sip then take out pancake mix.

I check that we have maple syrup imported from Canada, then pull out milk, eggs and butter. Soon, I'm wide awake and singing softly. I flip and mix and stir. Alfred walks in as I mix some more pancakes.

"Can I have some coffee?" he asks blearily.

I nod cheerfully and point to the coffee machine. "It's over there BB." I look up as Canada walks in. I beam at him then continue making pancakes.

"Alfred, you need to watch this," Canada says holding up his phone.

"What do I—" he takes a sip of his coffee and spits it out. "What the hell is this shit?!" he asks glaring at me.

"Excuse me?" I ask, glaring back. "You take that back right now! I make the best coffee in the country!"

"Like hell!" he shouts back. I turn smiling, hiding the spoon loaded with pancake mix behind my back.

"Have it your way," I reply smiling as I launch the mix at his head. It lands with a soft plop on his nose. He goes cross-eyed trying to see it. I laugh and he glares at me. I grin cheekily. He throws an egg at me, and I yelp, ducking. It becomes a full fledged war between us. Canada looks worried, and the other nations are awake, rubbing their eyes. I duck, twist and throw, trying to get away from flying food, and at the same time trying to hit Alfred with pancake mix.

Canada grabs the extremely large plate of pancakes I already made and says to someone, "Grab the maple syrup before they ruin that too!" I smile and grab the carton of milk. I make my way over to Alfred, who's trying to get more eggs, and dump it on his head. At the same time, he turns around and smashes an egg into my chest. We stare at each other for a minute, then we start laughing hysterically. I sit down on the floor and laugh so hard my stomach starts hurting. Alfred has a similar reaction.

When my laughs die away, I'm breathing heavily still grinning. I look over at our guests and announce, "Welcome to the normal Jones' household!" Somehow this starts me off laughing again, while Alfred rolls his eyes, also still smiling. I get up and sigh.

"Now, I have to go do my things," I say as I push a large carton of butter at the other nations. I walk upstairs, into my room. I change into jeans and a plain white shirt. I grab my laptop. I plop down on my bed, then type in 'online history classes.' I scroll past the ones I've already signed onto, looking for some I haven't done yet. My tongue sticks out to the side as I search.

I hear the door open. "What are you doing now?" Alfred asks, walking into the room.

I gesture at my screen as he looks over my shoulder. "Oh, that again," he sighs. I glare at him. He ignores me as he walks out my room into the hallway. I sigh, defeated.

I type in, 'youtube,' the site coming up immediately. I click on the link, taking me to the "homepage." I type in 'sad songs.' I click on a video entitled "We The Kings-Sad Song (lyric video) ft. Elena Coats." I listen to the music, letting it fill my room. I close my eyes, tired even though the day has hardly begun.

I wake up, confused. My laptop has turned itself off. I look out the only window in my room right above my bed. The sunlight is coming in from the west at about a 45 degree angle.

"Holy shit!" I exclaim, leaping out of my bed. I yank my door open and tear down the hall. "Watch out! Coming through! Holy shit!" I yell, practically running over several nations. I stop in the middle of the hallway, looking down at my clothes. "Shit-biscuits!" I shout, running back to my room.

I come out a few minutes later, dressed in a black t-shirt and black jeans. I run downstairs and down several hallways. I run into a large grassy yard. I breathe in and smile. I grab the wooden bow that I made. I draw an arrow out of my quiver, checking that it's straight. Satisfied, I draw back and fire. The arrow thuds into a tree all the way across the yard. I drop my bow and start jogging around the yard. I slowly speed up with each lap until I'm sprinting around the field. I hear clapping and slow down, looking around. I see the Italian clapping with several nations standing with him. I raise an eyebrow.

"What're y'all doing out here?" I question, my southern accent once again making an appearance. I stretch my arms over my head as I stop in front of them.

"We wanted to know why you were in such a hurry ve~" the cheerful Italian says, smiling happily. I stare at him then up to the German who seems to be his "keeper."

"He is correct," the tall man confirms. I sigh.

"Well then. Now you know why I was out here. Hey, Russia, can you hand me that gun?" I ask, pointing at a musket in a glass case against the wall. The Russian glances at it then back at me.

"Why is it in a glass case, comrade?" he asks. I chuckle rubbing the back of my neck.

"Alfie doesn't want me to use guns, but that gun doesn't count 'cause he doesn't know about it," I say, walking over to the glass case and popping the lid up. I pick up the sleek musket. I smile. I stand at attention, then start going through my military training exercises. I finish and raise my gun to my shoulder, pointing into the forest.

"Can someone set up a target for me?" I ask, looking up from the sight. Prussia puts a circular target at the end of the field. Once he's out of the way, I start shooting. The nations watch as I shoot, over and over again. Once I run out of bullets I lower the gun.

"You have great aim."

"I can use you. Become one, da?"

"Germany! He's scary!"

"It's okay Italy."

Voices shatter the silence. I groan inwardly. Why did they have to follow me to my one safe haven? I sense another presence in my safe haven. I turn, about to tell them off, but I freeze, dropping my gun.

"Conner. Why do you have a gun?" Alfred asks dangerously. I glance at the gun on the ground. I glance back up at Alfred.

"Um…target practice?" I try. Alfred growls, ignoring the other nations, walking closer to me. I stand my ground, not letting my feet gain control.

"Give me the gun," Alfred orders. I bite my lip.

"No. This is my safe haven," I retort. Alfred slams his fist into my stomach but I hardly move. "You can't have my gun," I growl, not willing to collapse from the punch.

"America, why can't Conner have a gun?" Germany asks. America glances at him, his eyes devoid of all emotion.

"I don't want him taking pot shots at me after one of his nightmares again," he replies, his eyes flicking back to me. "I had to barricade myself in my room last time." The other countries glance at one another. I stand tall regarding my brother with the same cool gaze. I feel an arm clamp around my waist from behind.

"What th-?" I'm cut off as America punches me again. I break loose from the arms restraining me. My brother and I become a storm of flying fists and kicks. I clock him on the head and he crumples. I freeze, looking at him. "What the fuck? The last time I did that was at the beginning of the Civil War," I mutter, nudging my unconscious brother with my foot.

"Conner, why are you bleeding?" Prussia asks. I look down at myself seeing no red. I look at my shoulder, my breath catching. A bullet wound had reopened, but how? I pull my shirt over my head to check the reopened wound. It looks as if it had just happened.

"Don't ask me," I mutter, stomping away, my shirt in my hand.

A/N:

Why is Conner bleeding? How did he knock Alfred out? What's going on? Review please!