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Chapter 2- America's Freaking Family

Russia was on top of England within seconds, ready to tear his head off. England looked at Russia with wide, confused, and terrified eyes. He started shaking, but Russia just growled, causing the brit to jump.

"Russia, get off him!" America yelled, and Russia turned around to meet the American's steely gaze. His eyes bore into the other's for a second before Russia begrudgingly climbed off England. He let out a huff, and one more murderous glance towards the brit.

England brushed himself off, letting out a disgruntled huff.

"Really, Russia, why so aggressive old chap." England glanced curiously at the Russian, trying to figure out why he was so angry.

"You have no right to talk to America like that!" Russia practically growled, baring his teeth, America wrapped his arms around his back, trying to pull him away from England.

"Russia, it's alright, I'm safe." America whispered in a soft voice, gently rubbing the others back. Russia slowly calmed down, his breath evening.

"One more time..." Russia kept muttering under his breath. England took the hint and kindly shut up. France gave him a concerned look as he backed away from the couple.

"Well, should we continue?" Germany probed, annoyance slipping into his voice. Countries nodded vigorously, trying to break up the conflict.

"Chapter 2, Family Life.

Dear Diary,
Today, I heard England and China complaining about how hard it was to raise a child. England then turned to me and said how I would never know the struggles of parenthood. I think it is time for me to introduce everyone to the States.

To clarify, America's states, military branches, Nasa, and territories are all personified, making over 70+ children. Though he didn't give birth to them, America treats them extremely well. He handles them with Russia, his long-term secret boyfriend."

This left everyone flabbergasted.
"My God, why so many children!" France spun on America, looked at him eyes wide like dinner saucers.

Countries started grumbling about having so many children.

"Well, it's not so bad! I just don't get a ton of sleep and have to leave the meeting randomly!" Countries felt guilty when they remembered how they reprimanded the American about leaving meetings or sleeping.

Canada was glaring at Russia, clearly angry. "How about we have a nice chat after this, eh?"

Russia gulped, a shiver running down his spine. He wasn't looking forward to it.

"Bloody git, why didn't you tell us I want to meet my grandchildren! I could have raised them!" England yelled at the American, his nostrils flailing. He quickly lowered his voice, though, as Russia started to take a step.

"That's exactly why I didn't tell you! Hate to break it to you, England, but you have next to no parenting skills!" America rolled his eyes agitated with the brit. His upcoming had been unfortunate.

England hadn't hurt him, but hadn't done anything at all, really. America learned how to cook, clean, read, and adapt because he self-proclaimed father was a no-show.

"You ungrateful little scoundrel, I was an amazing father! You're spoiled a*s just doesn't realize it!" Russia was about to break free again, desperate to defend his boyfriend, when China decided to step in.

"You both disagree, correct? Well, since the book tells the truth, and it's all about America, I'm sure it will say!" Nations nodded at this, and China gave a self-satisfied smile.

Germany licked his lips before continuing.

"America treats his kids extremely well, making sure they have the best childhood, because he never had one. England was never around, and America was forced to take care of himself."

Nations spun on the brit, giving him accusing looks.

"England, he was a child!"

"I thought you were better!"

"England, you were supposed to be the adult."

Their screams made America feel a little bit better, seeing the man who had mistreated him realize his past mistakes. That didn't mean America was going to forgive him.

Germany finally spoke. "England, I am very disappointed in your lack of responsibility. You have lost your right to accuse America of anything."

Their pitiful glances turned toward the young nation, giving him sympathetic looks.

"Sometimes I still see her, speaking in a language I was encouraged to forget. I miss mom so much."

Everyone paused at this, looking confused.

"I thought England was your parent?" Spain turned to the American.

"England never was or will be my father." America said coldly, avoiding England's look of disappointment.

"Then who is it talking about?" Italy questioned, looking around nervously.

"My real mother, Native America."

Bum, bum buuuuuuuum! A bad cliffhanger! Hi, y'all! Wassup, how's it going! Sucky day, well angst will do that to you.... just wait until the next chapter! Bye for now! Please vote, comment, and subscribe!