Chapter 2:

"Dude you came!" America beamed as he clobbered Israel into a bone crushing hug. Israel laughed and hugged him back with the same amount of strength. The young nation's birthday had arrived, along with more than half the world. Normally he invites the whole planet, but his President Mr. Trump wasn't allowing terrorist countries within their borders. So countries like Syria, North Korea, Afghanistan, and Russia weren't invited. Of course knowing Russia he was going to find a way into the country no matter what.

"Happy 241birthday Alfred," Israel said handing him a wrapped gift. The American squealed and hugged the beautifully blue wrapped gift to his chest.

"Thanks Danny my man!" America then noticed the quiet nation behind the Jewish State. "Who...is that?"

Israel had almost forgot about his cousin. Grinning he wrapped an arm around the Nation's arm and brought him forward.

America took in the brown shaggy hair that reached a bit last the nation's ears. Forest green eyes that popped due to his brown skin. Black long sleeve shirt and black baggy jeans. His shoes were also black. The only thing that wasn't was the white with black patterns scarf wrapped around his neck. America noticed that this nation was exactly the same height as Israel...and that he was possibly another Romano.

"America this is my cousin Palestine. Naddy meet Alfred."

"It's Nadir ya hmar (donkey),"Palestine scolded. America's eyes widened as he stared at the holy land itself. Then Palestine took out a small silver wrapped...something. It wasn't in a box that's for sure. "Eid Milad Saeed (Happy birthday) 'Amrika," he said holding the gift towards the young nation. America took it and looked back at Palestine with an awe expression. "Mā huwa? (what is it?)"

"No I...I just thought that you like...hated my guts bro," America admitted. Palestine crossed his arms across his chest and gave the American a look that shouted 'the hell man?'

"As much as I probably should hate your 'guts man' I am not going to hate upon a child just because they helped this zib (dick)," he pointed towards his neighbor.

"...okay...wow you are salty!" America laughed. Palestine was taken back by the slang and turned towards Israel. Israel just shook his head and told him,

"America is known as the melting pot for a reason. He understood every Arabic word you used."

Palestine flushed and looked at the blond nation who for some unholy reason was cracking up.

"I did not realize you knew Arabic...I wouldn't have said that if I knew," Palestine muttered burying his face into his Keffiyeh (the scarf). America took a deep breathe and thanked the two nations for coming, before he left to go meet more nations that had arrived. "I wish you'd had told me that he could speak Arabic."

"Naddy, The Untied States of America can speak over two hundred languages! It wouldn't matter if you spoke in Hebrew or Afghani he would have still understood you," Israel laughed as he pulled his cousin into a side hug to comfort him.

Israel had used the next hour and a half introducing his cousin to familiar faces and new ones. All the names and faces were giving Palestine a massive headache. It has been years since he's spoken to so many people at once.

"Daniel! I think I've met enough nations for the night," Palestine groaned as he halted the Jew in place. Daniel, Israel shrugged and then pulled him onto the dance floor (silent thanks to the Mexicans for cleaning it). Palestine froze realizing that he hasn't danced in years...twenty to be exact. And even if he had he wasn't up to date with the rest of the world. "What is this obnoxious song!" He yelled over the music. Israel's laugh was mostly muffled, and Palestine barely caught the answer. HandClap.

Israel began moving with the music in a way that would have gotten him burned at the stake back two hundred years ago.

"Just try to move to the music as best you can!" The Jewish state yelled as he pulled his cousin closer. Palestine started moving his body in a weird way he wasn't all to comfortable with. His cousin laughed at him, and apparently had given up to him learning how to move to the beat. Instead he armed an arm around the Muslims waist, while bringing the brunets hand to his shoulder. Their remaining hands were clasped together. Israel did what Palestine expected to be the American equivalent of ballroom dance.

As the song went on Palestine began getting the hang of the dance and started going all out dancing with Israel. If only the leaders of their countries could see them...they'd probably drop dead. All the past sixty nine years of pain vanished as the glided across the dance floor. Palestine hadn't felt this alive in forever.

Finally the song had ended and Palestine was panting along with his cousin, who happened to be grinning like a crazed drug fiend. He looked around the rest of the floor to see which nations had joined in the fun. He was shocked when he spotted the Russian country.

"Israel?"

"Hm?"

"Wasn't Russia banned from the party...more importantly the country?"

"Ha! Yeah you would think that would stop him. But there's no getting in between him and his Fredka on this special day."

"Fredka?"

"Don't ask Yakiri."

Palestine watched as Russia pulled America into the middle of the floor as a new song started up again. Both nations were beaming brightly as they jammed out to the song.

"You ready to go?" Israel asked. Palestine looked back at him and nodded. With that the two announced their departure and went to the airport, got on a private jet, and headed back to the Holy Land.

AN: wow...I am really enjoying this series so far. I wasn't sure on what to write next..until I went to JCPennys and saw the Fourth of July clothing and flags. So I decided to do America's birthday with the two holy land nations. And it was fun. If you have any moments in history you want me to try and write or just off on the side moments you want to read than I will gladly try my hand at them. I'm currently doing some research on the other Middle eastern countries. I lived in Jordan, and the U.A.E. for some time and visited Syria, Lebanon, Saudi Arabia, Yemen, Bahrain, and Oman growing up. Of course that doesn't mean I know all that there is to know. I was a little girl back then. So yeah not sure how long that will take. Until then comment and have a good day!