50 States: Chapter 5

Japan groaned beneath the pile of peaches before summoning the strength to sit up despite being dazed.

"Onegaishimasu...awaremi-AH!" He grunted when another peach fell and hit his already injured head. He tried to blink the blur out of his vision at the sound of a girl's laughter.

"Nuq really did a number on you." Another southern accent filled his ears. A red blur approached him. "Damn, good thing Pop sent me otherwise Martha would've been pissed that you ruined her peaches."

Japan blinked a final time and his vision cleared enough for him to make out who was speaking to him. It looked like another eighteen year old. She had rose red hair styled in a carefully crafted bob and slanted jade green eyes. She wore a black sundress with red rose designs and had a pearl necklace around her neck.

"I'm Virginia by the way." She stated after helping Japan to his feet. "I'm usually the babysitter for the younger states but we can all be difficult to handle, especially if we hold a grudge."

"Arigatou, Virginia-San. I am Japan." He greeted, wincing as he tried to bow. He was certain that he would be covered in nasty bruises very soon. That child, Alaska, could hit very hard.

"Pleasure." The redhead gave him a slight grin. "I'll get you some ice and then take you to see Pop, 'kay?"

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America looked up from his paperwork once he heard the knock at his door.

"Enter." He called and Delaware entered with the nations but New Jersey was no longer with them.

"Jersey's still recovering from his laughing fit." His daughter explained as the nations observed the office. It was well cared for like the gardens. There were two bookcases, red carpeting, and America was sitting behind a very organized mahogany desk with two framed photographs on each end. The place wasn't at all how they envisioned it to be. Clean, orderly, and cared for. None of those traits came even close to describing the America they knew.

"That's fine, Del." He replied. "I'll just have a little chat with these guys and then you can give them a tour. This should only take about ten minutes."

"Hey Pop, I found our missing guest." Virginia walked with Japan, who was holding an ice pack to his head and looking around fearfully. Possibly keeping an eye out for Alaska. (Or the Demon Child as the others were calling the boy in their heads)

"Thanks Ginny." America thanked the redhead. She nodded and exited the office with Delaware. Alfred then turned to the nations.

"First off, sorry about the rough start, Japan." He apologized. "Nanuq isn't usually that wild. He only gets like that when he's angry."

"Indeed, we noticed." England said, sarcastically.

"That child is a beast!" China exclaimed. "He made Japan fall down two flights of stairs, beat him with a stick, and trained a dog to open a trapdoor beneath him! Is that how you taught your children to behave?!"

"Quiet, China." America's voice suddenly went dark, startling the nations. "Like I said, he only reacted because he was angry."

"It is alright." Japan suddenly cut in. "I understand why he did it."

"Ve, America, this is a nice picture." Italy said, holding one of the framed pictures. It was a black and white photo of America wearing a World War I uniform standing with all of his children on what appeared to be an airfield with an airplane in the background.

"Thanks. That was taken when I got back from the first World War."

"A few of your sons are also wearing uniforms." France observed from Italy's shoulder.

"YOU SENT YOUR CHILDREN TO WAR?!" China shouted, outraged.

"You bloody git!" England exclaimed. "What in the nine hells were you thinking?!"

"They were of legal age at the time to sign up and it was their own choice to go to war." Alfred glared at them for even assuming that he would purposely put his kids in danger. Penn, Jersey, Mass, Maryland, and York were physically old enough to enlist into the military. Although North Carolina, Rhode Island, Kentucky, and Ohio lied about their ages since they were physically fifteen years old at the time. Meanwhile, his eldest daughters from Del to Louisiana signed up to be war nurses under the guidance of some of the capitals.

World War I wasn't even the first time his children fought in a war. His eldest children fought during the American Revolutionary War. He and his children were trained by Prussia, who was the first European country to discover his states.

"Anyway-"

"Is this Liet?!" Alfred was starting to become irritated with the interruptions.

"Yes Poland, that's Lithuania." He drawled as the Eastern European nation held a framed photo of Toris with his daughter, Illinois.

"America, when was this photo taken?" Estonia asked, observing the picture. It was also black and white and looked old just like the other picture.

"1925." He answered. "As some of you may know, Toris came to live with me in the 20's. That was when I introduced him to my states and he became a godfather."

Estonia and Latvia shared a look. They were going to have a long talk with their brother when they found him. Poland on the other hand was freaking out.

This has to be a joke! He thought, frantically. Why would he keep this from me?!

"Okay listen up!" America ordered before he was cut off again. "Before Del gives you a tour of the place, I got three rules. One, you are responsible for your actions around here, meaning if you hurt one of my kids, you will be punished , don't try to manipulate or take control of my states. And three, do not under any circumstances go in the East Wing for that is a classified area for residents and my kids godparents only. That being said, enjoy your stay at the Jones residence!"

With that, Alfred pulled out a remote and pushed a button. The nations screamed as they felt themselves falling when a trapdoor opened beneath them. They all landed in a pile in what appeared to be a kitchen.

"That bloody wank-OOF!" England shouted before getting the air knocked of him when Sealand landed on his stomach.

"HAHA! That was fun!" The micronation exclaimed. "I have to put trapdoors in my country!"

"Trust me, kid. There are hundreds all over the property." Delaware's voice came from behind them. She and New Jersey were standing in front of a table that was covered in various platters and trays of food. The two teens were eating sandwiches while the other people in the kitchen were cooking.

A girl with brown eyes like tiger gems and dark waist-length hair in a ponytail was at the stove, stirring something in a pot. She appeared to be an Italian mix with a very familiar curl but had pale skin and a few traces of freckles. She wore a yellow dress with a gray cardigan over her shoulders.

Another girl was at the counter peeling potatoes. She appeared to be about nine years old with black hair cut into a short bob and had bright blue eyes identical to America's. Her clothes consisted of a pale yellow blouse and a brick red skirt.

There was also a boy in his early teens preparing a cheese plate. He had brown eyes and wavy blonde hair, similar to Norway's but had no curl. He wore a blue plaid shirt, ripped jeans, and a pair of brown loafers.

"How's that pizza coming, Zio Lovino?" The brunette called to a figure who was peeking inside a brick oven.

"Almost done, Susanna." An Italian accent responded before the figure lifted his head.

"ROMANO!" Italy and Spain cried at the same time, crashing into the southern Italian, despite his protests.

"Che cosa-! Let me go, Feliciano!" Romano shouted, struggling in their hold. "OI! Tomato Bastard! Would you stop with your groping already?!"

After five minutes, Romano managed to break free from their embrace, spitting curses at them the entire time. He looked ready to explode when his brother and former guardian started questioning him at the same time.

"STAI ZITTO!" He finally exploded, steam coming out of his ears. "If you idioti want to interrogate me at least do so one at a time, damn it!"

"Romano," Spain started. "Why did America bring you here earlier than us?"

"Because I'm un padrino to some of these bambini" He snapped. "Stupido cazzo di bastardo!"

"Fratello, why didn't you tell me?!" Italy cried.

"Because the states are classified information, Idiota!" Romano replied, harshly. "Every nation America brought here earlier are godparents to some of the states, including me!"

"Zio Lovino's right." The brunette whom Romano called Susanna said, removing the pot from the stove. "He came to our country looking for work during the Industrial Revolution and he lived with us for a while."

"And who are you, Mademoiselle?" France asked with a smile.

"Je m'appelle Susanna Jones." The brunette replied with an identical smile. "I'm the personification of Connecticut."

"Hey Zio Lovino! I got the lobsters." Another blonde boy with brown eyes wearing a red T-shirt and jeans entered with a pot that had live lobsters in it. He glanced at the nations. "Oh, they're here. It's almost noon already? I gotta find myself a watch."

"Ben fatto, Claude." Romano praised. "You can get started on the seafood platters when Iowa gets here."

"And then we'll have a clambake." The black haired girl remarked with a grin.

"Oh don't even mention that, Margaret." Romano said with a laugh. "I'll just get too hungry."

England cleared his throat.

"With that aside, would you mind introducing yourselves?" He asked, irritably.

"Oh, sorry about that." Delaware cut in before gesturing to Connecticut. "As she said, this is Connecticut and this little lady is Idaho."

"I'm Wisconsin." The boy preparing the cheese platter waved with the knife he was using.

"And I'm Maine." Said the teen who brought in the lobster pot. He suddenly sniffed the air. "Zio Lovino, I think the pizza's ready."

Romano rushed to the oven and pulled out a freshly baked pizza before placing it on a tray.

"God damn! Your food's as good as ever, Zio Lovino." New Jersey moaned after tasting a breadstick. The nations nearly jumped out of their skin. They had forgotten he was even there.

"Mmm. This is really good!" Sealand commented, taking a bite out of a mini peach tart.

"I'll send Georgia your complements." Delaware said. "Since we're a little behind schedule due your little 'reunion' with Zio Lovino, I'll give you a peek outside."

When Delaware and New Jersey left with the nations, Lovino turned to one of the cupboards.

"You can come out now, sorelle." He said. The door opened and Rome and Naples stepped out.

"Grazie, Lovino." Rome thanked Romano before putting on an apron. "Chiara, I believe we've got some tiramisu to make."

"Don't forget the cannolis!" Idaho called from across the room.

Dio, I love these kids. Romano thought, proudly watching his darling goddaughter Susanna help her siblings cook.

Translations:

Japanese:

Onegaishimasu: Please

Awaremi: Mercy

Arigatou: Thank you

Italian:

Zio: Uncle

Che cosa: What the

Stai zitto: Shut up

Un padrino: A godfather

Bambini: Children

Idioti: Idiots

Stupido cazzo di bastardo: Stupid fucking bastard

Idiota: Idiot

Ben fatto: Well done

Sorelle: Sisters

Grazie: Thank you

Dio: God

French:

Mademoiselle: Miss

Je m'appelle: My name is