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*~chapter^8~*

1801 11th January

12:00am

"USA? That's your new name?" New Holland asked the country hyperventilating as they walked into the house from school. Mother wasn't going to be home for tonight.

"Yep!" USA chirped.

"Didn't mother say to keep thirteen colonies?"

"Don't be a mood breaker! Anyways I can move out whenever I want and she can't stop me. I'm technically not hers." USA explained still in a good mood.

"Well we'll support you, United States of America!" British North America replied.

"Thank you!" America hugged his brothers, New Holland, British North America and New Zealand.

"Wait- where's Confederate?" North American asked.

"I don't know." USA said as New Holland shrugged.
New Zealand shook USA to get his attention.

"Hm?" The American responded. New Zealand signed something to USA to which the American nodded. New Holland couldn't really see what the Kiwi signed because he wasn't paying enough attention.

"He's doing something in his room. He didn't explain what." USA said calmly, for someone who lives to worry about his siblings.

"No mental break down? No random mood swing? Is this really USA guys?" New Holland said pinching the USA's cheek. USA just shrugged while pushing off New Holland's hand with his wing. "Damn, do those medicines actually work?"

"Maybe." Come to think of it USA looked more tired then before, but not too badly tired. "I think I'll check on that trouble magnet before we figure out whether the medications work or not." USA sighed as he hopped of the bed, then walking out the door.
North America shrugged and left, New Zealand joining not long after. New Holland probably would've just slept or drank achohol, but he wasn't sure he wanted to sleep knowing a stalker was around, wanting to do Lord knows to him.

New Holland opened his bag to look through his homework. Just to make sure he, Estonia, Latvia or Lithuania didn't fuck it up because they got wasted at the new pub and could've done literally anything. Luckily for New Holland the homework wasn't even touched.

New Holland ended up drawing his weird animals. His siblings refuse to believe his platypus existed because it practically broke the laws of the known science of animals. Their faces were priceless when he told them about it. A dog, cat thing with a duck bill and feet that breastfeeds it's babies, lays eggs and can kill you with a stinger.

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New Holland found his head on his sketchbook with a pencil over his head. He looked at the time. 3:00am.
What the fuck was New Holland supposed to do at 3am?
He tried sleeping for maybe another few minutes before deciding it wasn't too far off from the time he usually got up.

He did all his school preparations, feeling a bit weary in the kitchen when he made breakfast for the house. He felt like he wasn't allowed to eat, although he was.
Non of his siblings had woken up yet, and he was bored. But he didn't want to wake anyone up.

New Holland decided to take a torch and go out and have a small walk. Mother wasn't home for the night so he wasn't likely to get into trouble. Nothing happened at school yesterday so he was sure the stranger wasn't really a threat.

As he walked down a familiar terrain with his crutches, he had his notebook out, taking note of star constellations for USA. USA was interested in space, although New Holland wasn't sure about the American's dream of going there.(just wait Holland)