America the Majestic (United States of America #2)

Beauty of America

"Hurry along now, dinner's almost ready!" America called to the nations and her children as she walked with Nebraska and Kansas to the kitchen. The former of her two children wanted to stay as far away from the nations as he could and however long he could, but his mother, despite her understanding, was not giving him the option of having his dinner in the kitchen.

Of course, he quietly protested, but America stared hard at him, and that shut him up long enough for her to say her next words.

"Look Sage, I know you don't like the nations, none of us do, but as they are our guests, you're going to have to put up with them whether you like it or not. Besides, they're going to be gone in a few more days, so we'll finally have the house to ourselves at last. You're just going to need to put up with it a little bit longer."

Now, America knew she was being a little inconsiderate, but at the same time Nebraska needs to remember that she is not the kind of woman who picks favorites. So, he needs to understand that he will have to face people that he hates sometimes whether he liked it or not, and this happens to be one of those times.

Besides, his siblings didn't trust the nations either, but most of them weren't complaining.

And it wasn't like Nebraska was going to have any problems keeping his feelings from Maine too. That boy was always able to read his family's feelings like they were an open book, though often times he chooses to not acknowledge them for obvious reasons.

Now, the states hurriedly walked towards the dining hall, eager to have a meal where the nations wouldn't attempt to bother them. And speaking of which, the still quiet nations followed not too far behind, but at a much slower pace, except for Japan, who allowed his daughter to drag him towards the dining hall.

"You just have to try the mochi Makuahane! It's the best!" Hawaii was saying as she cheerfully lead her father to a chair. Japan was smiling patiently yet proudly at her as she went on and on, and America smiled at the sight.

This was the kind of thing she always wanted to see with her children: having the time of their lives with their fathers, but there were still only a select few that she would never trust her children with.

Japan was one of the only people she wished to see her children happy with, because the man was the kind of person who treasured his relationships, no matter how minor they were, and Hawaii wouldn't be an exception. Mexico was another man America was sure would treasure his children dearly, and that was clearly obvious with his children, even though Nevada didn't really trust him.

That was to be expected though, because they had never really met face-to-face and most of what he had learned about Mexico hadn't been good. Now, America didn't say that herself, but it was there.

Now, Utah, Louisiana, and even Maine helped bring the layers upon layers of food out, and as soon as they were all set, they immediately set to eat after saying their prayers. As she ate, America felt the eyes of the nations upon her.

"Yes?" she asked, not looking their way. She heard them jump, and that was when she looked over to them. "Is something wrong gentlemen?"

The states turned their attention to the nations too, some of them indifferent, others confused, while the rest were hostile. The nations began to squirm before France reluctantly voiced their thoughts.

"I never zhought you prayed Amerique."

"It is important to be thankful for the food you have," America explained as she took another bite. "There may come another day when there won't be enough for everyone you know. And besides, if you're never thankful for what you have, you end up losing that very thing, and you suddenly want it back more than anything."