51 Rules // Hetalia // APH America

Chapter 3 : Panic Attacks And Another Russia

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"Which one of you shot?" America asked now in the dining room with the rest of the nations. There had to be at least a hundred chairs in here.

"Look you git, somebody shot but we have no clue who! Now who the bloody hell were those people out there? Why is there another Russia?" England asked furiously.

"You mean Alaska? He's super cute! Acts a bit like the commie bastard though..." Alfred replied.

"All I'm getting from this is that your states are personified, Si?" Spain said jokingly.

"Well yeah, pretty much." Alfred answered, purposely trying not to bring up Austin. Everyone gaped.

"You are joking? Vight?" Germany asked.

"I don't dink he is bruder..." Prussia said.

"Jersey! York! Come here!" Alfred shouted.

"Yeah Ma!" Jersey shouted happily dragging a scowling York with him.

"Meet the nations! Nations meet New Jersey and New York!" Alfred said as the nations gaped even more.

"Hello! It's-a-nice to meet you!" Jersey said.

"I guess it's-a-okay to meet you!" York muttered.

"You're Italian?" Romano asked, shocked.

"Yes be are, South-a-Italy." Jersey answered. Romano visibly went a shade darker. He was quite happy that he was called South Italy.

"My states are what ethnicity is the highest in their states. For example these two are Italian because they have a large population of italian people, but Pennsylvania is german, and half prussian, though i'm not exactly sure where that came from. That doesn't apply to all of them though, Maine is french though that's not his highest ethnicity or his colonizer." Alfred explained.

"Ve! Alaska is-a-russian because he was originally cold war bastard's!" Jersey explained more. The boy's cowlick bounced as he grinned happily, on the other hand, York was scowling, he really wanted nothing to do with the other nations, he wanted to go and cuddle with Jersey. Jersey was the third oldest, but he was quite short. He was often smiling and overall super cute, York and many other siblings felt quite protective over him, though they all knew he was one of the strongest.

"C'mon Jersey..." York muttered "I don't want anything to do with these nations..." he didn't try to lower his voice and, quite frankly, he didn't give a shit if the other nations heard him.

"B-but! I wanna talk to the Italy brothers!" He said while unintentionally pouting. York felt himself tense up, he knew he would give in to his brother.

"Fine!" He sighed in defeat. The countries were discussing some stuff amongst themselves, Jersey figured it would be a good time to approach the italians.

"Hello!" He said gleefully to the two twins. Italy smiled in acknowledgment, and Romano scowled a bit.

"I'm New Jersey, the third state! That's New York, the eleventh state!" Jersey said.

"Hey..." York mumbled.

"If-a-you don't mind me asking why do you both have one of your eyes covered?" North Italy asked.

"Uh... I don't feel too comfortable answering that." Jersey said, smiling turning into a frown. He felt York grip onto his hand and tense up.

"Why-a-not?" The italian pressed further.

"It's complicated..." Jersey said, tensing up himself.

"Did something happen?" He just didn't get the hint.