The 50 States of America: Rewrite
Summary: A rewrite of 'The 50 States of America.' When a little girl wanders into the meeting room, the nations discover a shocking revelation about America. He's a father. To fifty children. Only a small handful of nations already knew this. Those nations were the states' godparents. And the states were not the only secret that Alfred tried to hide.
I do not own Hetalia.
Chapter 1:
The World Meeting was once again in chaos. Every country had somehow found something to argue about and Germany looked ready to have a conniption. However, one country wasn't participating in the chaos as he normally would. That country was Alfred F. Jones, the United States of America. He wasn't loudly declaring himself to be the hero nor was he spouting some ridiculous ideas to solve the world's problems. He wasn't even flashing his Hollywood smile.
America was just sitting silently in his seat with his lips drawn into a straight line and his gaze on the table. His odd behavior didn't go unnoticed by his brother, Matthew. Canada's personification.
Little did the majority of the countries know was that America's boisterous behavior and obnoxious personality were a façade. A carefully crafted mask to keep them at bay. However, it was true that America was a proud country. What he was proud of though, he would never tell them. Only Canada and a small number of other nations Alfred trusted knew what he was really like and what his greatest pride and joy was.
Canada pulled out his cellphone and made sure to keep it hidden from view while he sent a text to his brother.
You have that look of doom on your face again. What's wrong?
Alfred had specially crafted his cellphone to vibrate when receiving texts and to ring whenever he got a call.
I got a feeling that something's going on at home, but I have no idea what it could be.
Alfred's instinct was legendary. If he felt that something was wrong, the chances of his instinct being correct were very high. Matthew could confirm this based on past experiences with his brother.
All of a sudden, the sound of a phone ringing pierced through the shouts of the quarreling nations, and they became even more annoyed at the interruption.
"Who's phone is zhat?!" Germany shouted. "We are in the middle of a meeting!"
America mentally berated himself for not putting calls on vibrate too as he answered his phone.
"Hello? U.S of A speaking."
The majority of the nations groaned but then America shot up from his seat with an alarmed expression on his face.
"What?!" He cried, worriedly. "No-NO! Just stay where you are, I'm coming over now!"
"Zhe meeting isn't finished!" Germany yelled, but America was already gone, sprinting out the door with an urgency that many didn't think was possible for him. While the other countries sat, dumbfounded at the superpower's odd behavior, Canada sent texts to six other countries.
Something's wrong at Al's. Be ready for anything.
The other nations he had sent the text to were Lithuania, Belarus, Prussia (who was hidden under Canada's seat), South Italy, Mexico, and Russia. Said nations snuck glances at their phones before hiding them from view of the others. This was one of the few rare occasions where Canada was grateful to be invisible to most of the world.
After a prolonged silence, the other nations began gossiping about America's strange behavior.
"That bloody git, I taught him better manners than that!" England exclaimed. "Why does he always have to throw it back in my face?"
"Mon ami, you are not exactly the best chef. Not to mention your fashion is absolutely ridicule." France pointed out before the Brit could continue to rant.
And there they go again. Matthew thought to himself as yet another fight broke out between England and France.
The door to the meeting room suddenly reopened and Germany was about to lecture the American for leaving in the middle of a meeting but stopped when no one seemed to come in.
"Uncle Mattie?" A little girl's voice piped up from the doorway.
Canada immediately stood up from his seat, a look a dread plastering itself onto his face, just as a small child wandered over to him, giving the nations a better view of their visitor.
The little girl could not have been any older than six. She had almond shaped eyes the color of coffee with cream, long dark hair, a droopy nose, heart-shaped face, and sun-kissed skin. She was wearing a yellow sundress with a white floral pattern and white flip-flops.
Canada knelt down to the girl's level with a tender smile, but his eyes still showed concern.
"What are you doing here, Lani?" He asked, softly.
"Bloody hell, America!" England exclaimed with a start. "When did you get back?!"
Canada sighed but before he could correct England, the little girl giggled.
"Silly! He's not Daddy." She said. "He's Canada!"
The nations seemed at a loss for a moment before processing what the little girl had said.
"DADDY?!" Several of the nations suddenly exclaimed, startling the small child and causing her clutch Canada's trousers, anxiously. France then approached his former colony.
"Matthieu," He started. "Who is-"
France was interrupted by the sound of a click and America's voice.
"Take another step, and I'll blow your fucking head off."
Ten words were spoken clearly and without emotion, but the threat was there, and no one dared to challenge it even when the nations saw who was standing a few feet away.
America stood in the doorway, his face blank and his lips drawn into a tight line as he had a pistol pointed towards France, his finger on the trigger and the safety snapped off. Seeing the usually laid back and overconfident country in such a stance frightened the other countries, reminding them why he was a superpower and causing uneasy memories to come flooding back to haunt every other nation that had the experience of facing him during a war.
"Daddy!" The little girl cried, rushing away from Canada and into America's arm. Alfred's expression softened and he lowered his weapon but still kept a wary eye on the nations as he spoke to the girl.
"Lani, I told you not to practice with the portals without help. You really scared everyone." He gently scolded. The girl looked down guiltily.
"I'm sorry, Daddy." She apologized. "I was supposed to transport to my room, but I ended up here by accident."
"Hey Pop, you want me to take her back?" A boy's voice came from behind Alfred. "Sakura's worried sick."
The boy was only a few inches shorter than America. He had broad shoulders and deeply tanned skin. His hair was straight and dark, his eyes were chocolate brown, and he had prominent cheekbones. He wore a red shirt with black and purple checkered sleeves, dark jeans, and converses.
"Yeah, thanks Nate." America said, handing the little girl to the adolescent boy. Before they left, the girl waved and called out goodbyes to America and Canada.
As soon as America closed the door, all hell broke loose. Alfred found himself being bombarded with questions from nearly everyone in the room. The worry from earlier and now his current situation was starting to test his already dampening patience.
"ENOUGH!" He roared at the top of his lungs. Miraculously, the nations were shocked into silence. Not even Germany could shout that loud.
"One at a time if that's cool with you." He growled before pausing to take a breath. Revealing the truth was never easy, especially when it has been kept hidden for so long. "Anyway, I'll explain."
Alfred cast a pained glance at his brother and took a seat next to him. If anyone could give him the support for this, it would be Matthew.
"As you know," America began. "My country has fifty states. Each one of them has a personification and that little girl you was Hawaii, my youngest. She was the last one to become a state."
"S-She called you 'Daddy'..." England stated, color draining from his face. Both America and Canada nearly scoffed.
"Yes, I'm her father." Alfred continued. "And the boy who just took her away was my son, Nathan. He's another one of my states, California."
"Vhat are you saying, America?" Germany asked, even though deep down he knew the answer, but it was just too difficult to process.
Alfred let out another sigh before answering. "I have fifty kids."
Nearly everyone in the room gasped and all their jaws seemed to drop to the floor.
"WHAT?!"
"WAS?!"
"MIO DIO!"
"MON DIEU!"
"SANTA MARIA!"
"AIYA!"
Alfred pinched the bridge of his nose, fighting an incoming migraine. He wondered how a room full of adult nations could stress him out more than an entire household with fifty children when England suddenly rounded on him.
"Just when," He seethed. "Were you planning on telling us?"
Probably not ever. America thought but instead replied. "I don't know. Keeping them a secret was the best way I could protect them."
When no one said anything, Alfred took this as a sign to continue. Matthew squeezed his hand from under the table in reassurance.
"I was actually planning to tell you at one point, Iggy. Back in 1770 once you got back from your country but then..." Alfred swallowed a lump in his throat and his eyes glazed over. "On March 5th, Massachusetts was physically about six at the time. When the Boston Massacre happened, I couldn't do anything but watch as my son writhed around on his bed screaming and crying."
As he spoke, the hand that his brother wasn't holding clenched into a fist as the memory of his son wailing and clutching his chest in agony flashed through his mind. Even today, Massachusetts had a scar the size of a gunshot wound remaining over his chest, where his heart lay beneath. Alfred had only suffered a laceration to his shoulder during the event.
"That was when I knew I had to become independent. I talked it over with my boss to find a way to become my own country. If I did it, my kids would be safer." Alfred explained.
The door suddenly creaked open, followed by the sound of someone hushing. America glanced at the door with a sense of tired amusement.
"Alright girls, come out now." He said, as if this was a regular occurrence. The door was then fully opened, revealing three young girls on the other side with guilty expressions on their faces. "I doubt I need to ask if you snuck away again."
The girls mumbled an apology. They all had deeply tanned skin and brown eyes. The youngest had dark brown hair while the other two had black hair. The eldest of the girls looked to be about ten with her hair cascading down her back in luscious waves. The second girl's hair was thicker and in a ponytail, while the youngest had her hair in two braids.
"Might as well introduce you three." Alfred declared. "This is Oklahoma, New Mexico, and Arizona. Their names are Flora, Sarah, and Alma."
Oklahoma, or Flora, barely glanced at the nations and started tugging at her father's arm towards the door.
"C'mon Dad, it's crazy back home!" She exclaimed. "Ginny can't calm them down and Nanuq might set Eska on someone!"
America turned back to the nations. "Sorry, gotta go now!"
America and the girls rushed out before anyone could object.
Author's Note:
Hi. It's been years since I've been back on this sight. I've decided to rewrite this story and it's going to be pretty much the same but with a few things added in. If you have any requests about this story or my one-shot series, just send me a PM.