America had become pregnant once again in the year of 1626 when Peter Minuit of the Dutch came to her lands. She knew they came from not only feeling them enter her lands, but she had been there to see it for herself.

Flashback

America watched as more Dutch settlers came to shore, the shouts of men likely going to be heard for miles. None of them noticed the woman above them, watching silently, but America preferred it that way.

She had her arms crossed over her stomach, where she felt a small kick. It was weak of course, but she felt it. It was enough to tell America that she was once again with child, and who the father was now was apparent.

It was him; the Netherlands.

America, while having nothing against the older nation, didn't trust him. Not only was he a heavy smoker, but America knew he was the world-dominating kind of man. He did not have a positive view on women (except for his sister) either, even if it was tame compared to the other nations, and this would eventually lead to America's fear of him finding out of the child he had with her.

After that, America and rushed back home, knowing Netherlands was going to be visiting her.

End Flashback

Later, America had given birth to his son, Ryker, with Virginia watching the whole thing. Ryker was at first known as New Netherlands, but when the British came, he was renamed New York after the Duke of York.

Virginia had been there to witness the birth of her younger half-brother, and was there when America woke up to find the sleeping baby New York in her arms.

"It was beautiful Mother," Virginia had told her when describing Ryker's birth. "Your whole form began to glow blue, and then it expanded, showing a silhouette of a full-grown man before becoming a baby. Then, the light was gone, and he was in your arms."

The other maids told her the same thing, also fascinated by how the two states were birthed. America wished she would be able to see it, but she wouldn't be able to unless it had been video taped or painted.

As he was growing up, Ryker was, like his older half-sister, calm and composed, though he, luckily, didn't inherit his father's smoking habit, nor his dominating personality. However, as he became a young man, Ryker was clearly very protective of his family, and wouldn't hesitate to use either his words or fists to prove it.

Ryker, like his father, liked simple things, though he didn't mind receiving elegant gifts if given them. America and her other children knew that deep down, under his business-like and sometimes stone-cold demeanor when around other people, he was a sweetheart and a big mama's boy, and completely understanding of his mother's situation, though that didn't mean he always agreed to it. America saw that, even though he never spoke a word about it.

In appearance, Ryker was the mirror-image of Netherlands, if it hadn't been for his sky blue eyes, the only thing he inherited from America. He had also developed an interest in his father's culture, and would often practice it himself at home. 

Oh dear, if Netherlands knew of this, he would've been proud of his son.

Of course, America knew the other countries were going to know of all of her secrets sooner or later, but she just hoped that when that happened, she and her children would be prepared.