(This is just what I had to do so I could make the next (not really a chapter) chapter because it's important...also sorry for being sooooooo late I got grounded, then went to Poland amd forgot my papers with the plans for the next chapter, and lost motivation, but I want to finish this story so yeah)

America~

I came back....home....after I went to visit Russia. I was tired, upset, and hungry. But honestly, who gave a crap. Not me is who.

When I reached camp, I accidentally ran into one of the most respected warriors, Greenland. He looked down in surprise.

"Oh hello America," he greeted me.

"Sorry Greenland..." I mutter.

"Where were you...?" He asks, narrowing his eyes.

I flatten my fur and bark a laugh(or meow a laugh?). "Oh, nowhere! I just went around for a short little walk!" I say as casually as I could.

"Did you run into some European cats?" Greenland asks, sniffing my fur. "You smell like Europe."

"Oh....yeah...I-Uhh-" As I struggle to come up with a response, Greenland cuts me off.

"Did you chase them off our territory?" He asks with the authority of a clan leader.

"Oh...kinda! I didn't fight them so I don't create any problems between the two of us, but I told them if they ever cross the border without a good reason, we'd rip their fur off their bodies with a single glare." I bluff, having no other thoughts on how to get out of this situation. "So uhh....sorry again for running into you!" I quickly say before hurrying off to the side of the clearing, where I sit down in a patch of weak sunlight and watch my clanmates. Canada is nervously chewing on a bird, his tail swishing back and forth. Cuba was batting at it with Costa Rica and Puerto Rico.

I glance back at Canada for a moment, and I manage to catch his eye. Before I get a glare sent my way, I look down at my paws.

I sigh, curled up into a little ball in the sun, wondering what the point of my life is. I mean, my parents are from a different clan. Mexico isn't my actual brother, and Canada hates me now because he knows I sneak out to see Russia. Honestly, can my life get any better? Maybe I should leave and join Europe.....?

A shocked yelp sounds from not too far away. I open my eyes and leap away just in time to not get knocked over by Greenland and Panama.

When the dust clears from the skid, Greenland is quite obviously pinning Panama down by her throat to the ground.

"G-Greenland?" She whispers hoarsely.

"Hand over your leadership." He states firmly.

"Why?" Panama asks with narrowed eyes.

"You know I'm one of the oldest warriors here. And I think I'd lead the clan better. The other clans would fear us, because we wouldn't have such a young and, in their eyes, inexperienced leader." Greenland's eyes glittered sadly. "Would you please give me a chance to prove myself a worthy leader? You can be the deputy. Or, well, if I were leader, you'd be my deputy. Please, Panama?" Greenland finished with and sigh and turned away from Panama. "I know you'll say no but it was worth a try."

"Greenland..." Panama began. She thought over her words for a minute. "I-.....I think you're right. I'm not the best cat for leader. I don't have the same experience nor do I look regal to the other clans. I will accept your offer. You can lead North America, but you can choose whichever deputy you want at midnight. It's ok if I'm not chosen; I understand."

Greenland turns around in shock. "You mean it?"

"Every word." Panama purrs at him.

Greenland's face is calm but his pricked eats and lashing tail show how excited he really is. "Thank you!" He thanks and runs into the leader's den.

I watch him until his tail red and white tail disappears. I stand up and trot out of the camp, and into the clearing I met Russia in. I just really like this place, no?

Deciding to be productive, I start my own little border patrol around the border which is bordering No Clan's Land, the land all of the clans agreed would not be claimed and instead would be left alone to be able to regenerate prey.

I stop for a moment and take in a deep breath, ears pricked for any movement, even though I knew there were no cats.

My eyes snap open as soon as my thought was proven wrong. I definitely smelled cat. Strongly. I strain my hearing and, surprise surprise, I hear arguing.

I creep over the borderline quietly, planning to eavesdrop on the cats. I hide behind and bush, and though I couldn't see a thing besides green, I heard pretty well.

"I'm sure he's alive!" A sharp voice snarled.

"I bet you he's not! Your son is too pathetic to survive this long without parents!" A second voice growled back.

"Guys calm down." Another tom cat voice chimed in.

The second voice just replied with, "You are also his father and you left him!"

The third voice pauses. A fourth, she- cat voice pipes up, "I left my daughter. We all left our child--"

"Grandchildren!" The second voice cuts her off.

"Well, grandpa, all of Soviet and my children are your great grandchildren. Remember, your son was my father, and then Soviet and I had children?" The third voice states.

Soviet, I assume is the female voice. "Yeah! Reich and my children are so young compared to you!" The first voice says. Ok, not a female then.

Suddenly, a deep, tom, voice speaks. "We've been spied on by a young cat this while time. Why not ask him?"

As soon as he said that, the bushes shuffled and out came five cats. I immediately got surrounded.

Scared by these...rogues...? I let out a small whimper.

"Scared, huh?" The second voice remarked, and it came from an old, yet young-looking black and white cat. One eye was brilliant gold, and the other one, the right one, was black with a weird bird-like shape. How did I know he was old? First, they talked about it, and second, his eyes who's great knowledge and some regret only an elder could have.

"No! I just got startled!" I stand up for myself. "Is there something you cats need?" I narrow my eyes at them.

"You need to help us. They won't stop arguing." The female says, pointing her tail towards the black and white one and the one I think was called 'Soviet'.

"Uhm?" I question.

She must've understood, because she said, "Oh, I'm Japanese Empire. That one that spoke not-so-kindly is Prussia. His son is Reichtangle. That's not actually his name, but we forgot his real one so we call him that for his rectangular tail. His son is Nazi Germany, or as we call him, Third Reich or simply Reich. That's his mate, Soviet Union aka USSR, who we call Soviet."

"Ah, thank you miss." I reply to Japanese Empire.

She was a cat with sleek white fur with red stripes bursting from her chest, which was a red circle. Her sharp eyes bore into me as I looked at all of them.

Reichtangle was black, white, and red, with tiny, gray and white eyes. He was the biggest and most intimidating out of all of them. His tail did in fact have a rectangular shape, and he looked really old.

Third was a full dark red with a white face and chest. His paws and tail top were black, and there was a weird black bent-stick-thing shape on his face. His chest simply had an 'x' on it. He has dark red eyes that looked like they were forced to be rude to keep me intimidated.

Soviet was also red, but he was a lot brighter and his fur shone from glory from previous moons. His tail tip was bright yellow, close to gold, and so were his back paws. The spot right around-above his right eye had a golden shape that looked like a nicely bent stick with a double-edged stick coming through. His golden eyes were friendly compared to the others though.

"So...what do you need help with?" I ask curiously yet cautiously. I can't get these strangers to hate me and declare war on the clans.

"Well you see...I have a son....well...more like- a lot of children in a clan....and I was wondering if they are all still alive?" Soviet asked.

"Sure! Uhm...sorry to ask, but are you by any chance gay?" I wince automatically, prepared for a clout in my muzzle. Nothing came.

"Yeah. You're ok with it.....right...?" Soviet replies with concern lacing his voice.

"Y-yes of course, sir! I'm gay for a cat outside of the clan myself!" I chuckle awkwardly but sigh soon. "I'm sorry for this question as well, but how old exactly are you?"

"The kit deserves to know." Japanese Empire told her friends.

"Hmph. I'm the oldest, like 13 seasons old. My son is 9 seasons, Third is 5, Soviet is 6, and Japanese Empire is 6." Prussia told me, a little bit too mean. (This isn't historical so don't bother to check)

Soviet nudged me. "He'll get warmed up to you eventually." He reassured me.

"A-alright." I swallow. "But s-shouldn't you be dead by now?" I look down, heat radiating from my fur at my embarrassing question.

"Yeah." Soviet murmurs. "We may have gotten cursed to live on forever.."

"O-oh...sorry for asking." I apologize.

"Nah it's fine." Third responds instead.

"Who exactly do you want to know about?" I ask. "I'll try my best to answer." I got a jumble of answers at once. I flatten my ears. "One at a time please!"

"Japan." Says Japanese Empire first.

"Alright! The she- cat that lives in Asia and looks like you minus the stripes?" I ask for confirmation.

"Yes her!" Japanese Empire responds excitedly. "Is she alright?"

"Yeah. Last time we talked she was doing great! She told me she has a crush on these two brothers but thinks she likes the younger one more. She said the older one hates her but the younger one lights her life up." I reply.

Japanese Empire purred. "That's lovely to hear my daughter is ok."

"What about Russia?" Prussia, Soviet, Reichtangle, and Third asked at the same time.

"Russia?? The one in Europe? The one a little older than me with his brother Ukraine, sister Belarus, other brother who moved to Asia, and dead father?" I ask.

"Dead!?" Soviet exclaims while Third tells, "Father!?"

"I'm not dead!"

"And I'm also his father!"

I shrink down a bit. "I-I' m sorry....thats what everyone says so I assumed you were..."

"Its...alright...how is he? Is he ok?" Soviet asks.

"Yeah, I just talked with him a couple hours ago. He's doing alright but he says his brother suspects him for sneaking out to see me, and he says his little sister is happy as ever. Oh, and he said he likes hunting with Germany" I reply.

"Sneaking out??" Soviet exclaims. "To see YOU??"

I flinch as I realize I let out my biggest secret. I nod reluctantly.

"Is he gay?" Third asks, looking as if he hoped for a yes.

"I-I don't know. We're just friends.." I mutter, hiding my growing feelings for the European cat.

"Do you like him?" Soviet pesters.

"How is that you problem??" I cry, hiding my face in my tail.

"Ok ok calm down!" Soviet laughs. "So, could you tekk us who you are?"

I realize I forgot to tell them who I am. "Uhm yes. I am America, and I have three brothers that I know of."

"America?" Japanese Empire asks in shock.

"Like England's son?" Third asks in disbelief.

I nod. "Aww!! Last time I saw you, you were just born and were so tiny and quiet!!" Soviet chirps.

"Y-you know me?" I stutter.

He nods. "Even though England hated me, he let me see you. Your brothers are all in different clans besides New Zealand and you, right?"

"No?" I respond, a little confused.

"What do you mean no?" Soviet asks.

"Canada and I live in North America. Australia started his own clan, and New Zealand joined him." I explain truthfully.

"Ahhh...ok I see.." Third thinks out loud.

"Can you bring us there please?" Soviet begs me.

"No." I state firmly.

"What?? I want to see my daughter!!" Japanese Empire demands.

"I won't bring you there. But I can bring your children to you."

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Bro it's 12:39 am and I'm still planning on writing for at least one of my other stories to not look like as much as a loser as I already do- tho the story is a vocaloid draft so yee won't see-- anyway I'll try to post the not-a-chapter chapter tomorrow since it'll be Saturday!!