New Zealand's POV
1801 9th January
...**-*11am*-**...
Belarus talked a lot. New Zealand liked that.
"And so Estonia talks 24/7 about your brother! Is the stuff true?" She asks holding the sign language chart and a texta to record what the Island was saying.
"That depends. What does he say about my bro?" He signed to her.
She marked each hand sign with numbers in the order signed, so she could easily read what he said, then wiped of the texta when she was done.
"Ha! He said your brother is a sweet addict."
"Can't disagree there!" New Zealand signed to the girl, her repeating what she did before, then laughing at the cheerful agreement.
New Zealand wasn't exactly mute. He could say some easy words, but generally couldn't voluntarily speak. It was way easier for him to use sign language. His brothers respected that though. They're the best.
"What's your canonical or human age? I keep forgetting to ask. I know your country age, but I don't know your canonical one."
"31." New Zealand just put up fingers so this time she didn't have to waste her time on the chart.
"Cool! We're about the same age! I'm 28!" She said as she hugged him.
Countryhuman years were confusing to say at the least. 5 human years equal one country year, but it stops at 35.
When they are babies they develop like normal human babies, until they hit their adolescence, then the years start that 5 for 1 thing. It's weird.New Zealand and Belarus talked and talked, Belarus doing most of the talking. For obvious reasons.
"I'm hungry, wanna get a snack?" The older boy signed to her.
"Maybe we should get the re-"
"KIWI! OMG I GOT MY FORM!!!1!11!!" Thirteen interrupted the poor girl.
New Zealand got up to hug his big brother who was overly exited. He got his form so late, whether he was actually going to get it or not was at question. North America already had his form, Confederate already had his form. They got it when they were just a bit older then the twins.
New Zealand examined his form. It had golden, brown beautiful wings, a slice of his arm was mimicking the colour of the wings, forearm down. His blue hair gradiented to white and brown, some of his lip was a yellowish orange colour, a brown feather with white speckles entwined in his hair. He also had the feathered tail of his bird. He looked amazing."that's so cool!" The New Zealander signed to him.
"I KNOW RIGHT!" He practically yelled, his brothers mute. Not deaf.
New Zealand hugged him giving him a play punch as a congratulation. Him giving the younger another back."What's all this noise?" The substitute Canadian mother asked, though being the second oldest can get away with acting more like the oldest than Thirteen does, "OMG! YOU GOT YOUR FORM!"
Thirteen spread his golden brown wings for North America to see."Congrats, big'o!" He said as he hugged the euphoric brother.
"Congrats!" Belarus extolled to Thirteen, "Zealak says he's hungry, we were just going to grab you all for lunch! Mom won't join since he's either busy drinking, 'sleeping' or actually doing work. And I'm sure Holland is in position to eat again?"
Thirteen Colonies was the only 'independent' country here. He wanted to change his name to USA or America, but mother said not until he leaves. Heck. Even his siblings forget that he is an 'independent' nation. But apparently he's been since around the time North America was 12 or 236, just eight years after the twins were born. His people are independent, his government is independent. But him as a countryhuman is under mother. Just because he didn't want to leave his siblings to her.

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