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21. Dangerous

America lay in bed, his new brother was going to be here tomorrow, which was Friday. He couldn't believe that this was his fault. He couldn't forgive himself, his parents would have more stress put on them.

He rolled over, looking at the alarm clock beside his bed. 10:47pm. America winced, he couldn't sleep, even though he thought he'd sleep better.

He sat up and walked across the room to pick up his phone, unlocking it and tapping on the messanger app. He was tempted to message Russia, but decided otherwise.

guys hey i know i havent talked in awhile but i need your help<

>Oh shit. America's finally texting us for the first time in a year.

>Dude hey, wadda ya need?

hey turkey and spain<

well you see, my friend russia is keeping secrets from me<

>Hang on.

>The Russia?

>Yeah, Turkey, there's only one Russia.

and lets just say, despite us hating each other in the past, we may or may not have grown a lot closer than just friends..<

> :0

>No way.

so i think germany and poland told russia about you guys, how im friends with you and theyre not, even so, by any chance could you guys help me?<

>As long as we can bring our new friend, if we're scaring the crap outta Russia.

>Yesyesyes please

who now?<

>Syria!

jeez you two know i dont like him<

>Alright, then we won't help you find out the truth

._.<

fine<

im gonna try sleep now, can we meet up on monday morning at the back of the field?<

>Sure

>I can do that

aight cya guys thanks also<

>Bye

>Cya

America groaned and out his phone on charge, it felt like he was playing with the devil. Seriously, Syria.. well, on the other hand, if Syria threatened to hurt America, Russia could tell the truth..

America lay back down in bed, he was irritated because of the whole Syria business. One wrong word and Syria would hunt him down during the night. Well, he assumed anyway.

America's thoughts became a slur, sleep somehow came to him. And he didn't need to talk to Russia like he did every time he couldn't sleep. America fell into darkness, his mind cleared. ((Say goodnight to America folks hehehehehehehehe imma troll Ame-))

*

America's alarm clock went, except he wasn't going to school today. Friday, this was the day he'd meet his new brother. He couldn't help but feel a tad excited - never mind, he was so excited he was jumping up and down in circles. I thought he didn't want to wake up his parents, but maybe not.

America got into his favourite clothes; a black NATO top and a pair of jeans. He darted downstairs, France already sitting on the sofa completely ready. Canada was nowhere to be seen as usual, he wondered if he'd moved into that new place already.

He sat beside his mother who held smol New Zealand, new Zealand was still splitting out words that made no sense to him, like 'taukiri' or 'kai moana'. Maybe that was her language? He wasn't sure.

((Translate those words and you get to see what NZ's family talk about behind the scenes))

America stretched, his father was walking down stairs with Aussie under his arm. He looked tired and cross, he sat down and put Aussie on his lap.

"Are we ready to go?" UK sighed, a grin forming on his face. America nodded hastily, France shrugged.

"Ready when you are." She simply said. They all stood up, walking out to their car after a second. France buckled Aussie and New Zealand in in the very back of the car (the car had two extra seats in the boot) and America sat in the passenger seat, looking to the empty spot beside him. England was going to sit there.

He then realised he'd forgot his phone, but didn't care and shut the car door beside him. Before they knew it, they were already on their way to collecting England...

*

Everyone walking into the building, America didn't know what kind of place this was. It was worn down and crappy, there was only one row of plastic seats along a wall, and a receptionist on her phone behind the counter. She looked up, rolling her eyes and leaving the room. When she came back in, she was dragging a boy about a year younger than America and somewhat shorter than him. He looked tired and worn down, America couldn't help but feel the slightest bit of empathy for him.

"England, meet your new family." The receptionist said happily, she really didn't like him. She walked back behind the counter, pulling out papers for UK and France to sign. While they did so, America and England were left there.

"I'm America!" He beamed, throwing a hand in from of him to shake England's one.

"I.. England. My name's England." He said shyly, taking America's hand and shaking it. America grinned, he thought they'd get along just fine.

He hoped so, anyway.

*

Russia sat on a bench outside the school, he awaited the bell. Whenever he thought of America, he had a sudden feeling of dread. He might not accept his 'birthday present'. He might decline it.. he might hate Russia for that.

Germany and Poland came from around the corner, chatting to each other with wide smiles on their faces.
They saw Russia, they looked relieved. They ran over to him.. or at least Poland did. Germany took his time.

"Russia! We haven't seen you since.. I dunno, Monday? Tuesday?" Poland said, lost in thought. Germany walked right past her, looking at Russia dead in his eye.

"America's been contacting his.. friends. They said they'd invited S-syria too.." Germany said, scared.  Russia knew that America had these friends, but never knew they could actually get in contact with the world's most dangerous country..

"How did you find that out?" Russia asked, Germany looked to the floor.

"I said I knew people, and those people helped me hack into America's text history." Germany whispered, Poland snapped out of her trance and stood beside Germany.

"Meaning?" Russia asked with an eyebrow raised. Germany looked uncomfortable, he shifted slightly.

"You can't stay for his birthday."