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It took some time, but the couple finally got the countries out of their bedroom and into the living room. Which so happened to have an open window. England was finally awake and the others seemed to be able to have complete thoughts now. This is going to be interesting.

Liberty glanced over the nations. Well, at least their faces weren't purple any more. "How about I go call a taxi or something?"

"Oh no need Madame, I drove here." France held a charming smile now, but he still looked a bit in shock. Oh well, at least he didn't pass out like England.

"Uh dude, do you mean the car that is smoking in the driveway?" America had caught a shadow move, but didn't speak on it.

"IT'S WHAT?" France struggled to see his precious car blowing out billows of smoke. With a sob he looked to the redhead who held an uncomfortable posture.

"Ve.. I'm sorry your car isn't working France. If you like, I could make something to make you feel better!" The Italian was brightly smiling at everyone. Boy, he recovered quickly from everything.

"I'll..uh.. Go call a cab.. Or several…." Liberty shuffled out of the room quickly and to another part of the house as if she were looking for someone.

"Hey, dude don't worry the hero can fix your car!" America's bright voice echoed in the room they were in.

America held a plastered smile, and was about to speak again before an angry Brit interrupted him. Poor England.

England looked to the others in frustration. "You git, how could you marry someone?! Does she know what you are? America I'm glad you are happy, really I am, but what happens once she...you know…" The frustrated Englishman looked more uncomfortable now than ever. Hadn't he raised America with better sense? Where did he go wrong?

The others looked down in unease. America's cheeks dusted red. "Dude! Of course, she knows! I'm not going to lie to my wife. And she isn't going to die." His voice was calm, but stressed.

"America, every human dies one day." France struggled with saying this as unshed tears hid in his eyes. His charming grin had fallen away to a mournful glance.

"It's true America, no one lasts forever. Not even us." Italy was no longer smiling his usual bright grin.

The rest mumbled their agreement wondering how the American could forget something so obvious.

"So, the cab will be here in about an hour...Is everything alright?" All eyes turned onto the woman with sadness buried in them. What had she walked into?

"Dudes!" America held a frown trying to gain their attention away from his wife who was shifting on her feet. "She isn't going to die!"

"America, I know you understand this concept." Japan's eyes held bright blue that were sparking with agitation.

"Uh...he's right you know." All eyes turned once again to Liberty as she walked across the room to where her husband was sitting. "I mean of course I can, you know go, but that would be very hard and no physical damage could do it. Unless it was truly drastic."

"What are you?" The German who spoke bore his eyes into her skull as if to figure out every thought. If she isn't human that what is she? An alien like Tony perhaps.

A silence stretched its arms over the room. Oops! A pin dropped, and man it was loud! The couple stared into each other's eyes before a breath was drawn by the female.

"Well, I tried to become a nation, but I failed pretty hard at doing so." A grimace appeared on her face.

"You know I couldn't let you become a nation." America's voice held sorrow, but resolute.

"Oh, I know, and I'm quite glad on how things turned out. After all, I did get a husband who is the hero." A playful grin appeared as she leaned down and whispered into America's ear.

His laugh startled the countries. "So, you see dudes, she won't die."

"Then who are you?" England's voice was calm, but was going towards hysterics.

She sighed while looking at the others wondering what their reactions would be. "You know, I met some of the countries of Europe already, but that was a long time ago. I believe you were one England. You probably remember me with blonde hair though." A far away look was held in her eyes as she remembered her life before.

The other countries stared at her. No one obviously could recognize her despite her saying she had blonde hair before. America shifted almost as if blocking her from them.

"I was the Confederacy." Her green eyes peered at the others bracing herself for anything.

They were silent. The one who harmed America so much back then is his wife? How? When did she come into existence? Shouldn't she have faded since America won?

"How are you alive?" Italy's cry interrupted the thoughts of the rest.

She looked down avoiding their gaze. "Though, I lost, the south still holds a very strong pride that keeps me here. Also, every time the nation begins to fall apart I get stronger." Her voice whimpered through her words. America's hand reached for hers and squeezed it to let her know he was there.

"Yeah dudes. Basically she was around before the war started because of the divide, and though I won, the south is still prideful and there is not a divide, but the cultures are different enough to keep her here and not disappear." America held a thoughtful, but guarded face.

"How could you marry her?" England's voice broke from the memories.

"She didn't want the war."

"I didn't want the war."

The couple had spoken at the same time. The other nations eyes grew bigger. She was the south didn't she want war? Well, no one wants war, but what?

"I didn't agree with what they were doing, but when do we ever get a choice with what the people do? I tried to help America as much as possible, but he was hurting the south and I couldn't let that happen either. So we went to war. It wasn't...a happy time." She held eyes with the others knowing they would understand at least something she said.

"You said you used to have blonde hair...Liberty. Why is it red now?" France had taken a stroll through memory lane, and vaguely pulled a woman out of his memories that he thought could have been her.

"America isn't the only one who feels the pain of the country." Her voice was haunting. "After the war my hair turned from blonde to red for the blood that was spilt. It wasn't pleasant."

America shivered at the memory. It was creepy. Almost like the horror movies he loves watching despite them giving him nightmares.

Silence stretched over the room once again. It was a lot to take in I guess. Suddenly Liberty jumped up with excitement in her green eyes. She ran into the kitchen that could partially be seen from the living room. Coming back she held a plate.

"So, since we had such a dark discussion, and everyone looks a bit depressed. Why not have a cookie?" She smiled with such childish innocence that the other countries almost melted.

Italy grabbed a cookie first. "Mmmm this is good!" He slipped into his chibi form while munching on the cookie.

A hand slowly reached out and took a small bite. "Yes, Italy is correct." Japan held a pleased smile as he nudged Germany to take one.

Germany looking about, reached and grabbed the awaiting cookie. "Ja, this is good!" His eyes lit up and he listened to Italy who began excitedly talking to him and Japan about the cookie.

France quickly snatched a cookie after hearing the praise. His eyes comically widened. "This is amazing! You must tell me how to make it!"

England reached slowly and kept his eyes on Liberty. "You love him right?" He barely whispered so only Liberty could hear. She nodded in response. He sighed and grabbed the cookie nodding to say it was agreeable to his taste.

America tried to grab a cookie, but Liberty pulled the plate out of his reached. He pouted at her, and she just smiled at him innocently. The others watched with interest. America reached for the cookies again, and she moved them again. He then smiled at her with a playful predatory grin. He grabbed her and began moving his fingers along her sides. She threw her head back, and her laughter musically leapt out of her mouth like an orchestra. She handed the cookies to her husband.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! "Oi, I was called here to pick some people up! Where are these people? They ghosts or sumethin?" The voice was heard through the open window. The taxi was here.

"Well, I guess it's time for everyone to go. I hope this hasn't changed anything." Liberty looked meek and vulnerable to the others as she said her goodbye.

"Of course it doesn't." England gave her a small smile. Aw he really does like her. "Though, why didn't I get an invitation to the wedding?" His furry brows furrowed at the thought.

Confusion flickered over the couple. "Dude, we sent you one, but your boss said you were busy and couldn't come. Didn't you know?"

The Brit stared. "No I didn't know! Or else I would've come!" He gave a sheepish expression before walking out the door mumbling about idiots and Americans.

France waved them adieu, but before he ran after England to tease him. Before he left he kissed Liberty's hand then was out the door.

Italy ran forwards and hugged the two. "I'm glad you're not having an affair Mr. America, and we should have pasta sometime Liberty!" He ran out the door with a grin, and some cookies waving in his hands. When did he get those?

Germany ran after his friend and gave a quick goodbye to the couple.

Japan gave a short bow then walked after his allies.

The couple stared at the taxi driver and countries. It was a sight. The driver was yelling at the countries while England and France were fighting. As they finally drove out of sight Liberty turned to her husband.

"Are you going to fix the car?" A small laugh hid behind her words.

"Yeah, though next time they are fixing what they broke." America shook his head before closing the door and window and headed upstairs following his wife. It was a good thing they forgot to turn on the alarm tonight or else things would have gotten even more hectic.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed! Thanks for reading! Also, thanks for those who have commented! There is more, but this is basically the end of the introduction. So, if it skips a little don't panic! Anyways, comment for anything you feel like! Thanks to my friend who helped write this! *Applause* Bye bye!
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