OK I REALLY NEED TO EDIT THIS HOLY CRAP

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Now, Brody is one of the main featured states. Gonna be honest, I do favor him a bit. But even though I have all these planned ideas for him, I just can't seem to find any relative context to shove them in. So this chapter is lowkey crap.

I do have A LOT of smaller details about each character, and I have so much I wanna do for this book. I just, can't seem to write it in a way that's appealing or to my standards.

To put it shortly, this book will be slow updates. Maybe once a month, twice if I feel a rush of inspiration. I wanna be able to plan out my storyline thoroughly. So it doesn't seem choppy. I will still update my others works:

"My American Oneshot Book"

"Melodies of Memories"

and

"The Character Reference"

Anyway, enjoy this tiny crappy tidbit!

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All the nations except for Finland, England, Russia and America were in the kitchen. They busied themselves senseless after the fever dream episode. Norway was still pale, which worried the others immensely. It took a lot to unnerve Lukas, so what he saw must have really shaken him up. Spain starting dicing tomatoes when he felt someone looking at him from the doorway. He looked and saw Texas, just standing there with a towel around his neck. His reddish-brown hair was still dripping with shower water and his muscles were flexing in all the right places. Spain smiled at the young state, the two looked so much alike. It was like if he, Carlos (Mexico), and Alfred crossbred.

"Espana, do you want help with those?" Brody asked as he walked up to the tinier nation. Spain chuckled and shook his head as he finished dicing another tomato in two seconds flat.

"No, I don't. Maybe you could help Romano? He's over there making the waffle batter," Spain pointed the dicing knife to the counter where Lovino was mixing a large bowl of batter by hand. Brody stood still for a moment and shifted around. He looked to the ground, fidgeting with his hands. Antonio glanced and saw how nervous Brody had gotten, "Brody, is everything ok?"

"Well, I really wanted to bond with you. Uncle Carlos said you were the best dad to bond with," Spain chuckled as he heard Lovino scoff.

"Yea, he's fun to bond with. If you like being a sappy and energetic bastard," Lovino continued to mix the batter, seemingly frustrated. Spain and brody approached him and the state took the bowl.

"Maybe Espana and I can mix this and you can dice tomatoes," Brody suggested as he pulled another bowl from the cupboard. Lovino groaned but did as told. Both Spain and Texas enjoyed mixing the batter together, the two smiling and laughing. Spain seemed to have noticed something off with Brody, as his eyes seemed a little dimmer. As Canada stepped in to make the waffles, Spain took Brody aside.

"Is there another reason you wanted to bond with me, Texas?" Spain asked quietly. Brody sighed and nodded.

"I wanted to see if Uncle Carlos was telling the truth," many nations stopped moving at the statement. Spain was confused at what Brody meant, so he gestured for him to continue, "Uncle Carlos wasn't always my uncle. He was my dad at one point but abandoned me after the Alamo. He always told me how even though you were the best dad, he constantly felt abandoned by you. So, he used that as part of his excuse for why he abandoned me. It's not something I like to remember,"

Antonio hugged Brody tightly as the states began to cry. He kept thinking of why Carlos would abandon one of his children? He never thought he abandoned Carlos, so why did Carlos despise Brody? It made him realize this big teddy bear of a state was so weak emotionally. Under his bulging muscles and cheery facade was a broken, glass heart that needed more mending.

"How did you end up with America?" Spain asked softly. Brody sniffed and wiped his cheeks, letting Spain drag him to the couch. All the nations followed, wanting to make sure he was ok. Once Brody was sitting, he took a deep breath and looked to Prussia. The albino nodded to him and gently patted his back.

"My original name was Esteban Texi Martinez. That was the name Carlos gave to me. We had a pretty rough relationship, as I only came around a decade before the Alamo. I was still young, only like ten when it happened,"

"Papi! Why are you doing this?!" Brody was face to face with Carlos as Santa Anna was at his side.

"Mijo! You have become too rebellious! The lives of so many good Mexican were lost!"

"Lives for the Texans were lost as well! The only difference is they didn't have an entire army! Why couldn't you settle this peacefully and let me be free with them?!"

"Silencio, Esteban! You are not your own nation! You are not my son! You are nothing!" Carlos stormed away. The world went black as the Mexican Army finished him off.

Antonio felt ashamed of what his son had done to this child. He knew minds were clouded in war, but to let your army kill your child? Yea, Carlos was going to get a harsh talking to.

"Uncle Carlos is nice now, I just think he was angry because of how many fatalities happened during the Alamo," Brody tried to help his prior father's image. He knew Carlos wasn't a bad man, he just made a bad choice, "when I woke up, I saw Uncle Gilbert, Ma, and some other red-haired man standing over me,"

America had been hiking with Scotland and Prussia. The three men were collecting bodies from the Alamo and identifying them.

"Allistor, you didn't need to help me," America smiled at his uncle.

"I wanted to, lad! It's been a wee while since we actually bonded,"

"Zis is jour idea of un bonding activity? Jour veirder zen England!" Prussia wrote down another name in a journal.

"Well, I'm just happy we're spending time toge-," America cut himself off with a scream as he plummeted down a steep embank. The two elder nations gasped and ran to the edge immediately.

"You alright, lad?!" Scotland began to trot down the hill to help aid his nephew. Prussia was doing the same, helping America to his feet.

"Yea, I'm good. It's hard to believe Carlos allowed so much carnage though. It's a darn pitty," America covered his mouth, making Prussia and Scotland snicker. That's when they heard a weak groan. All three men looked down the dug path and saw a bloody and beaten boy. The group ran to the wounded kid and America gently helped him up.

"Vhat ze Hell?! He's alive!!!"

"Come on, Alfie! Let's get 'im to camp and patch his woonds," Scotland helped them out of the ditch and they all went back to camp. Alfred was tending Brody's last bullet wound when he opened his eyes.

"You're America," he weakly whispered. Alfred nodded and smiled softly.

"And you're Texas. Don't worry, I'll nurse you back to perfect health," Alfred told him softly. Just then, Prussia and Scotland entered the tent.

"I see the wee one is awake now. You got a name, lad?"

"No..."

"Well then, how about Brody?" Scotland suggested.

"Brody?" all three others questioned.

"It's a Scottish name that means 'ditch'. We found the wee one in the in-bank, so it makes a whole lotta sense," Allistor smirked happily. Alfred turned to Texas with a soft smile.

"You ok with that? Brody?" Alfred asked, and Texas hugged him tightly, "I'll take that as a yes,"

"Ma always made sure I was taken care of. He admired my ambition, he didn't see it as a burden. Probably because he did the same thing to block brows over there," Brody pointed to England, who choked on his scone. France and China both laughed as Germany tried to help England breathe again.

Memories began to flash in Brody's head...

"He fed me soup when I was ill, made me laugh when I was sad, taught me how to do a lot of my favorite things, like herding and horseback riding, and he even helped me learn to cook!" Brody smiled as each memory passed him by. But then, he frowned, "and then I abandoned him, just like Uncle Carlos had done to me,"

"How so, aru?"

"When I went to Confederate's house, I didn't realize what it meant at first. I just really enjoyed being around the 'uncle' who loved to play with us. I didn't realize what he had done or what he stood for until after the war. The other states and I were terrified that Ma wouldn't forgive us,"

Brody was in the front of the group, with his fist closed and ready to knock. He gulped as he looked to his other siblings, who all nodded to him and nudged him forward. Taking a deep breath, he knocked on the door. He heard footsteps coming closer and closer, his heart pounding out of his chest. Then, the door opened, and a strange woman with brown hair was there.

"May I help you, children?" she asked smiling. Brody, acting on instinct, pulled the handgun from his holster.

"Who are you?! What are you doing in my home?!" the woman was stunned silent and Brody growled. Just as he was about to pull the trigger, he heard running steps fast approaching.

"Brody!!!" Gabe jumped from behind the woman and knocked the gun out of his hand. Brody caught Gabe and fell backward, the older state crying, "oh God! I thought I'd never see you again!" Gabe sat up and gestured to the woman, "this is Aunt Eliza, she's been helping Ma,"

The group all nodded as they shuffled inside. When they entered the house, many of them reunited with their prior cliques. But Brody ventured to try to find Alfred. When he did find Alfred, he was cradling a baby with Ivan standing behind him.

"M-mama?" he stuttered as he slowly opened the bedroom chamber door. Alfred looked to the quaking form that was his son, tears beginning to well up.

"Brody, I-" Brody ran to Alfred's bedside and fell to his knees. He clutched the covers and began to weep.

"Please, please, please forgive me, Mama! I was so stupid! Please don't be mad at me! I'm sorry I left! I'm so, so sorry!!!" Brody whaled as he cried. Alfred helped him onto the bed and gently cradled him. Shushing him softly and rocking back and forth, Alfred giggled.

"I was scared for nothing..."

"Sweetheart, it's ok. I was never angry with you, you'll always be my baby. No matter what I say or do in the future, never doubt I will always love you," Brody hugged Alfred tighter, making the nation laugh, "careful, you don't want to wake your new sister, would you?" Brody sat up in shock.

"New sister?!" he yelled excitedly. Alfred and Ivan laughed at how happy Brody had become. Alfred gently moved his arms and showed him a baby Alaska, who was cooing softly. Brody sniffed again and smiled, "she's beautiful," Brody laid on Alfred's shoulder as the blonde combed through his hair.

"Sounds like Alfred was a great parent," Italy inquired with a smile. Latvia giggled as he brought out a few plates of sausage and wurst. Estonia, Belarus, and Iceland followed with plates filled with eggs. Just then, Alfred was heard groaning as Ivan stomped down the stairs. Ivan was carrying him like a princess.

"Today we should focus on making memories, da?"

"I think that is a wonderful idea, little brother! We could play board games and watch movies!" Ukraine inquired.

"Or we could go to the dance studio again!" France twirled with a sausage still in his mouth.

"I wanna go to the craft room," Lithuania told the other Baltics.

More and more kids began to come down the stairs and eat. Man, what a day is that going to be.