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Hello peoples! Chapter seven already?

So I did what I said I would and brought Texas into the story. You'll start seeing more of him in the story. Any requests for this story?

Anyway, let's start the chapter!

~Shatter.

Chapter Seven.

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America was typing away on his computer, lying on his stomach with it in front of him, when there was a knock on the door.

"Come in!" He called, not even pausing from his typing.

He heard the door open and heard a voice.

"America," it said.

"Yeah, England?" America asked. "What do you need? If you want to eat or something, Delaware volunteered as tribute- I mean to make breakfast."

"You've read Hunger Games? Watched it?" England asked, surprised.

"I've read it," America confirmed. "Just read it for what feels like the hundredth time, actually, on my kindle." America paused in his typing to point in the general direction of where his kindle was before going back to typing. He didn't even look away from the computer screen.

America felt England sit on the bed next to him. "What are you doi-" England stopped mid sentence.

America laughed slightly as he typed.

"You're changing the nuclear codes?!" England exclaimed.

"My boss can't be trusted with them, to be honest," America said as he remade the codes. "And I'll also have to recode some other stuff too, to stop those people who hacked and stuff. Dude, this isn't very good defense. . . I have websites all over the internet with better protection than they do on all the important stuff."

England looked at America, shocked. "You're letting me see the new codes?"

"Dude, I trust you," America said. "For the most part anyway. I don't trust your cooking."

"Haha. Very funny," England said sarcastically. "But seriously."

"Dude," America said, "I said I trust you. And I mean it."

"What have I done to get you to trust me?" England asked.

"England," America said, closing his computer (it was a laptop or something) and rolling onto his side so that he was facing England. "You raised me. You made one mistake. One mistake with many mistakes within it; but everyone makes mistakes. I've made mistakes. Someone once said that trust is like a piece of paper. You wrinkle it up, and no matter how much you try to straighten it again, it'll never go back to how it was before. And that is true, England. This is something. . . new."

America smiled a small, genuine smile.

Meanwhile, England was shocked.

Since when did America say things like that? It was wise!

His eyes shone slightly with a huge, hidden wisdom.

But what did he mean by something "new"?

"What do you mean by 'new'?" England asked, voicing his thoughts.

America looked back at his computer, opened it, and his his wisdom again. "Nothing. Doesn't matter," he mumbled.

"How does it not matter?" England asked. "You can't just throw around a deep statement like that and say it doesn't matter!"

America looked up with a fading blush that was almost gone.

That's when England realized what America meant.

"See? You know," America murmured. He went back to typing, and there seemed to be a note of finality to it.

England stammered a goodbye to America and left. He had a lot to think about.

He had completely forgotten what he had gone into that room for.

~°~Lalalalala~°~

America walked out of the room and over to California, who was busy helping Delaware prepare for the Hunger Games- he meant breakfast.

"Hi, Del. . . Cali. . . ." America muttered, collapsing into a chair around a table. "Can you two make me some coffee please?"

"Sure, dad," California said, wiping some hair away from her eyes, and she started making the coffee.

America sighed. Life can be so stressful sometimes. . . Okay, all the time. . . .

America hadn't gotten any sleep the night before. He had spent most of the night watching blood gather and spill in the trail of the knife. Then, he had taken some antidepressants, which didn't work, so he had just went back to cutting.

And now he was tired. He was sleep deprived anyway (only a few hours of sleep each night, if any), but after such n eventful day, he really should have went to sleep.

But he didn't, so yeah. There's no changing that.

Oh well.

A cup of coffee was set in front of him.

"Thanks, Cali," America thanked.

"No problem, dad," she replied, smiling.

America smiled back before sipping his coffee. "Did you two sleep well?" America asked California and Delaware.

"I don't think any of us states or you got enough sleep," Delaware replied.

America smiled tiredly. "You got that right. I didn't get a wink of sleep. Couldn't. I bet New York and Texas didn't either. New York probably spent all night trying to convince Texas (restraining him) not to go out and shoot my soon to be boss."

"I can't believe that happened," Cali said miserably. "Donald Trump won."

(A/N Autocorrect just autocorrected "Trump" to "Trumpty." o-O)

"Believe me," America muttered. "I know. This is terrible. The son of a b**** shouldn't be here. And the fact that he keeps switching sides on matters. Like the transgender stuff. It's just. . . ." America couldn't think of the right word. No word seemed insulting enough.

"We know that he's not a good choice in president," Delaware said, breaking the silence. "He's not responsible enough."

"Part of the reason why I changed the nuclear codes." America winked to the kids. "Don't tell anyone."

The two states looked each other for grinning.

"Don't worry," Cali said. "We won't."

"And don't be too mad at Russia," America told the two states. "Be angry at the place, but not the personification. He wanted nothing to do with any of it."

The two states nodded in unison.

"And also, remember that no matter what happens, and whatever it takes, I'll protect all of you states as best as I possibly can," America said. "I will try my very best to protect your freedom and rights."

Cali and Del smiled and nodded in unison once again.

"Just don't be too protective over us," Cali said. "Don't go murdering someone who makes fun of me for being transgender or something. Or anything like that."

"No promises," America said, smiling. The two states smiled also, but everyone knew that he was being serious. No promises. He's the hero, of course. He could he not murder someone who discriminates against his kids?

~°~ Time Is Skipping Now ~°~

Later that day, America lay on his stomach on his bed again, typing on the computer. But this time, he wasn't hacking. He had already finished hacking.

Instead, he typed up a poem in his poem collection that he had on his computer somewhere.

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Thanks for reading this terrible chapter!

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~England.