Tale of the Magical Son (Unknown Updates)

Chapter 2 - Monkey's Uncle

Previously:
"As much as I hate to change the subject, I have to ask you America," England nervously began after some time, "Have you ever considered being an older brother?"

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America's mind stopped. "Father, whatever do you mean a brother?" America nervously asked as polite as he could muster.

England grinned. The empire gently nudged America to singal to his son to walk forward. "I mean just that! I have decided that a younger brother would do you well," England exclaimed. The statement was mostly true, and the added benefit of control over Scotland was only the cherry on top.

"I don't know what to say, Father," America admitted shly.

"Say 'Thank You', America," England jokingly scolded his son as he waved to a guard.

"Thank You, Father," America smiled.

The rest of the day whisked past America. Minutes became hours and the young boy could not stop thinking about what his father told him. America was going to be a brother! Father told him that he earned it so it must be true! As he laid his head on his pillow, America smiled.

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Sunlight shined through the window and into the room. The birds were tweeting once more. "Strange", England whispered to himself as he got up from the bed. Two nice days in a row is a rare durning the spring but considering how busy the day maybe England shrugged it off.

"Time to feed Wales", He told himself as he stretched backward. He made his way down the hallway. He walked towards the stairs that lead into a dark abiss below.