The Unions secrets revealed

Chapter 3: The inevitable

This chapter is just a whole copy of "America's home" hidden states chapter. I liked the flow of it and had a good rhythm to it with how this story has developed so far. (This is just my opinion, you don't agree that it's cool too.)

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Jonathan's eyes darted at all of the nations, eager to start shooting.

Luckily, before he could start blasting, Gilbert Stepped up. "Because in doing so, you would then the zthe awesome me! And jou don't vant to do zhat Johnny!"

Jonathan felt himself relax a little. Gilbert, he knew Gilbert. Prussia was a friend, not an enemy.

"You're here to Gil?" He asked, Prussia giving a nod of confirmation.

"Toris and I are here to Barbecue-bastard." Lovino voiced, Toris giving a tiny wave.

Jonathan felt himself relax more, the state and he would definitely calm down with the company of their friends. No doubt Petra would freak out at the sight of her godfather. He mentally chuckled, she would no doubt hug him senseless and refuse to let go. Sometimes he wondered if she loved Gilbert more than her actual parents.

"Prussia, vho is zhis?" A man with light blond hair and blue eyes asked Jonathan to recognize the nation as Germany with his glare.

Gilbert smiled nervously and answered vaguely. "...A friend."

"Bruder..."

South Italy stepped up. " That is-a none of your-a business potato-bastard"

"No, who is this bloody git?" A dude with fucking huge eyebrow asked.

"And why is he threatening us, aru!?" An Asian which he identified as China asked. Stupid 'I-am-better-than-thou' commie bastard!

"Because you deserve it, ya ya fuckhead." Jonathan shot back.

"WHAT, ARU!" China gasped, anger filling his gaze. "WHO ARE YOU TO SPEAK TO ME LIKE THAT?"

Jonathan growled, ready to strike these pathetic people down. "Your worst nightmare you-"

"OKAY!" Gilbert butted in, not wanting world war three to start in his best friend's yard. "Why don't ve all go inside, and say a good hello to America?"

"America?" An Alfred-lookalike asked.

"Union." Romano verified, looking completely done with everyone's bull shit, Jonathan feeling the same.

"Oh."

"I raised the brat better than this, he should've picked us up and let us in! Not do whatever this is!" England claimed, most nations nodding along.

He felt himself snap. How dare they? "You should feel grateful he's even housing you fuckers! If I were him, I would've forced you all to sleep on the cold, wet grass! Be happy that he's not deciding to leave you all to rot after what you put him through!"

All the nations were taken aback, what did they mean 'after what they put him through'? Someone voiced this question, the others tilting their heads in curiosity.

"It's not my place to tell." Jonathan glared, drawling in a southern accent.

The answer irritated some of the nations, as they deserved to know, right?

Jonathan's eyes glanced at the Russian stepping forward. "It seems Amerika is hiding something, da?" The other nations shivered.

"Don't we all commie?" He glared, predator facing another.

Russia nodded slightly, understanding in his eyes, but a cruel smirk on his commie face, "Da, but that doesn't mean we don't deserve to know."

Jonathan narrowed his eyes, stupid nations. "You will find out soon, so be patient, ya fuckwad."