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(words) Telepathy

Everyone was inside of the entrance of America's house, and a sound caught the attention of all.

Click

Well. It looks like the nations are in a predicament now. A bunch of guns are pointed at them, and they don't even know why. Guess they have more enemies than they think they do. Oh-oh!

Hi! Let me explain the situation a bit. The nations (England, France, Canada, Mexico, Spain, Romano[South Italy], Italy, Germany, Japan, Russia, and Prussia) barged in America's lawn right as he was about to leave (He was saying goodbye to Liberty). Well, since they are like a stampede, everyone fell into the house whose door had mysteriously opened. Now, all the nations are facing a bunch of kids who are pointing guns at them. Also, their escape has disappeared so they are trapped. Pay attention now. I don't want to miss anything!

A teenage boy speaks from the group. He looked like culture from everywhere just met in one spot. A cap with was red with two letters decorating it. Though underneath the shadow of the cap, he still held dark blue eyes that were furious. More notably, his gun is still trained on the nations before him.

"Mr. and Mrs. Jones if you would be so kind to come on the other side of the weapons so you do not accidentally get shot. It would be much appreciated." He along with the ones behind him moved so a small pathway appeared for America and Liberty to take.

A teenage girl roughly shoved forward to the front of the children. She had tanned skin and a crazed look in her eye. If you look close enough faint lines of battle scars are scattered along her body, but it was mostly covered by the pink fitting shirt and skirt. Her blonde hair held perfectly despite the rough shoving she just did.

"If any of y'all move an inch, sides who we talked too, y'all will be shot! Y'all understand?!" Her voice was heavily accented, but held a sweet tang to it. Was it a threat?
"Listen here, we are friends of these people!" England's face was getting red and he was sweating.
America shared a glance with Liberty then looked to the kids. (You dudes sure about this?)
(Yeah. We even had a meetin' and everythin'.)
A dark look crossed the boy's face. His eyes shaded even darker. "Oi, we know exactly who you guys are, lobsterback!"

The nations paled except for Russia who was laughing in the background.

Another girl walked forward, but she looked almost exactly like the one who was already in front, and with her a boy who looked to be the eldest. A look of communication passed through the kids with excitement showing on their faces.

The new girl stepped up closer to the nations. She had a flannel dressing her body along with shorts and sandals. Her hair was in a slight mess from the bun it was in. Scars could also be seen on her. She pointed her gun at the nations. "Ready! Aim!" All the children moved as one aiming their choice weapons with expertise.
"Fire!" The command came from the boy. He held a proud posture and all the children kept their eyes on him, or at least in his head they did. He was first after all.

All at once the kids pulled their triggers and the nations screamed in fear. France screamed the highest, England covered his face, Italy hid with Prussia behind Germany who had gotten into a defensive stance, Japan looked shocked, Spain went and hugged Romano, cough-hack South Italy, who yelled at him to let go, Canada was invisible at the time, and Russia had simply smiled. America and Liberty looked mildly concerned.

Silence…..

France's wail suddenly broke the air. "Oh no! I'm going to die! Look at me I am a mess!"

All the nations were soaked with water, and the kids were laughing. Some were even falling on the floor while others held each other up. America and Liberty were just smiling trying not to laugh until America was soaked by some of the kids. This caused Liberty to throw her head back and laugh at her surprised husband.

America shrugged, considering he was used to this, looked at the nations on the floor in shock or at least he hopped so. "So dudes! You guys alright?!"
Germany glares at the American. "You will explain this now!"
America once again shrugs. "Sorry dude, I didn't know about this so I can't explain."

A teenage girl stepped out from the crying children. She was dressed very modestly, but had a wild look in her eyes.

"Mr. Jones is correct. He knew nothing of this. My siblings and I were the ones who created the chaos. However, we do not apologize."
England was furious. "You better bloody apologize you little-"
"Oi! Back off lobsterback unless you want a black eye along with soaked clothes!" The boy from earlier put a protective arm in front of the girl England was yelling at. The children were glaring dangerously at England and the other nations.
"They are children England." Liberty's voice was firm and dangerous, but it managed to break up the tension.
France wiggled his eyebrows suggestively at the couple behind the children. "Perhaps, America and your wife can tell us why kids are in your house?"
The boy who ordered the children to fire spoke up. "My name is Dale. The boy ready to kill you is York. The girl behind him is Penny. The twins you saw are Caroline and Carolina. The rest will name themselves eventually."
Japan quietly pointed out one thing, "Ah, thank you Mr. Dale for you name, but that does not explain why you are in America's house and why all of you soaked us with very realistic water guns."
Carolina, who was next to her twin pulling at loose strands in her hair, glanced at the nations. "Perhaps we just wanted to shoot ya with water."
Caroline swatted at Carolina before finishing the sentence. "And we could've always broken in."

The nations stared at the twins for a second considering the option, but the children knew them or so they said.

Italy, over the incident, cheered. "Ah they are so cute! They couldn't be harmful!"
"They just shot at us!" Romano began hitting his brother.
Russia moved closer to the children with his pipe. "Become one with Russia, da?"
The children cried as one with anger. "NO!"

Chaos started to break out and individual fights started among the adults and children. Germany looked around and sighed.

"Everyone shut up now!" Everyone stopped and stared at the German. "Now you!" Germany points to Dale. "You looked the oldest, so tell us how you got in here and who you are! Also, why did you shoot us with water!"
Dale looked to the others who all gave varying expressions. Some were fearful while others looked unsure but content. "We got in here because we live here." Giving an unsure looked to his parents who encouraged him to continue. " I am Dale….Jones. We are the states of the United States of America. We shot you guys because you deserved it. Now….. states….. SCATTER!"

Suddenly all of the states and parents disappeared in various ways away from the nations who were in shock. They stayed at the front door for a bit till England decided to hunt down America and demand answers. This of course lead everyone else to follow since they were curious, and why not?

Liberty could hear England cursing and decided that it was slightly childish to keep hiding in the closet. Stepping out, however, didn't prove much help because it almost gave the Brit a heart attack.

"Liberty? Were you there the whole time?" England shifted back from his shocked stance.
"Yes, sorry to startle you England." Liberty bit her bottom lip to keep from laughing at the poor man. After all, it's not everyday you meet your little brother's kids that were a secret. Her muses were broken by an awkward cough.
"Could I talk with you Liberty?" England no longer was showing expression.

I wonder what they are going to talk about? Also, where are they? It seems to look like an extra room with nothing in it.

"Sure England, but let's leave the extra storage room for now. It is kind of crowded." She tiptoed her way through the unseen mess and grinned once she was by England's side. "So what is it that you want to ask?"
"Why did you hurt him so much? How did you get married? And Kids!" The Brit's eyes held only sadness. He did care for his former colony, but America just made it so hard!
"How about we walk and talk? That way you can find the others, and I can get back to work?" A nod was the red-head's only answer.

"Okay, where to start? Hmm… Okay! I was formed by the split of the nation right? Well, I was kind of here before the war started, and I'm America's age because there was a need for someone to fight him and who better than someone like him? I'm not sure if that is the best way to put it, but I do have the knowledge of the land and its age so I match America's age in a way. We actually were dating as humans before the war, and didn't know each other was something more. To me, America was a northern who was a perfect gentleman, and I guess I was a southern belle. We were in love during the war and that is when we found out. It hurt. I didn't want to fight, but I couldn't allow him to harm my kids. They are mine! All of them! North. South. East. West. I love them all."

Liberty gave England a stern look to prove her point more before continuing.

"It is funny though, because some of the kids were there before I was. So, it took time to get used to having kids who were alive longer than I was. Eventually I lost, and America took us in but he could only do so much. We did get married, almost a combing of the nation again, and it was tough at first. The rebuilding phase wasn't that great and, if I'm remembering correctly, lasted 100 years? I'm not sure. However, we just didn't give up and eventually ended up with 50 something odd kids."

A laugh leaped out of her lips. "You know England, I don't mean to step on toes or anything, but he actually left to be your hero. You were his for so long."

England gave the redhead a disbelief look. "And how would you know that?"
A mischievous grin fell on her lips. "Simple. I'm his wife. He tells me, and shows me, everything."
England blushed. His whole face turned red as Liberty laughed at his discomfort."Well.. uh… That is good.. I guess. Ahem!" After straightening his top did he look at Liberty. "I'm glad you both are happy. I.. Uh..do they.. Um.."
"No, they do not hate you. Maybe a grudge meaning pranks for the rest of your existence yes, but they do not hate you. After all, the south loves their dad and the north their mom; how could they hate you?"
"Good."
"Mmm…. Um England, if I may, could I ask a question myself?" Liberty for once looked so much younger to the Brit.
"Yes. What is it?" He tried to peer and see her expression, but she just turned away.
"Umm… Do you hate me? I mean could you ever be my brother? I just uh-" England shut the poor girl up with a hug.
"Of course, I do not hate you, and you are my little sister seeing as you married my little brother." His response was a sniffle and a murmured thanks before she pulled away and wiped the edges of her eyes. "However, you still have much more explaining to do seeing as you barely gave an explanation at all."
A small smile turned brighter. "Of course, but for now we are at our destination. Could you please help France convince Louis to come down and stop flying in mid air on the fan? I must head into the kitchen to cook lunch I believe. Good luck England." Her last words held an ominous threat to the Brit and he heard it.

A/N: Back on track! Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed it! Also, I'm sorry for not responding to comments! If you have anything you want to say or any suggestions let me know! Thanks to those who helped with the newest chapter! *Round of applause* Bye bye!
John 3:16