A/N

Hello, people! Here's the thirteenth chapter!

What is that I hear? You think something bad is going to happen? Why would you think that? 😇

~Shatter.

Chapter Thirteen.

~°~

Union was seeming more. . . distant, lately.

Both America and Confederacy had noticed it, but America noticed it more than Confederacy did. Union knew that they had noticed.

Sometimes, with all the time they spent with Confederacy, America and Union forgot what the personification stood for. When Confederacy was in the Mind or in charge of the body, he didn't seem hateful at all. He always ate brain food and watched the screen or took control of the body just like the other two.

"What's wrong, Union?" America asked quietly.

Union opened his mouth, then closed it again. He shook his head slightly. "You'll figure it out in a moment. I'm sorry."

America had his suspicions about what was up with the other personification, and this statement supported his thoughts. He looked at Union with a serious expression.

Union avoided America's eyes. America didn't look away, and Union fidgeted nervously. This was the first time they noticed that America was the tallest of the three by a bit.

"I thought that was it," America sighed. He turned away and walked back to his spot, sliding down it to the ground, and putting his head against the wall of the Mind.

Union was kind of confused. If America had already known, why did he ask in the first place? Maybe America hadn't known for sure. He had said "thought".

Union looked at America, who had his eyes closed and appeared to be sleeping. Union looked away, slightly unnerved that America seemed to be able to tell the real answer by the not-really-an-answer answer that Union had replied with.

~°~

"Have fun, you four!" America, Union and Confederacy (who had decided to all share control over the body for this special moment) called after Nexas and Flornia.

Nexas and Flornia (Florida and California) blushed slightly. "Okay, dad!" Then, they drove off to their double date.

The three Americas may or may not have given New York a fake driver's license.

The Americas blue their nose. "Our kids are finally growing up," they said, quite dramatically.

Then, they had an idea.

~°~

Flornia and Nexas were sitting in awkward silence.

(A/N Break the awkward silence!)

New York broke the awkward silence by randomly shouting, "What the (BEEP)!"

"What is it?!" Florida asked, panicked.

"Nothing," New York answered. "The awkward silence was making me uncomfortable. . ."

Texas calmed down (he had panicked also). "Don't do that! I was ready to shoot someone!"

"Don't do that," New York stated simply.

Texas rolled his eyes.

"So, what are you getting?" Florida asked California.

"I don't know. . ." California trailed off, glancing at the menu for the first time.

~°Two Minutes Later°~

They all know what they're getting now. Nexas and Flornia are talking and stuff.

New York and Texas are inches away from each other, about to kiss each other-

"Are you ready to order?"

This person had a British accent, but the voice was familiar. The states looked to who had spoken, blushing, and were shocked to see who it was.

"Dad?!" Texas asked, shocked.

The waiter was looking at them, slightly "confused." People at nearby tables were shaking their heads in amusement.

"What do you mean?" He asked, still using a British accent. "My name is Alfred, and I'm your waiter today."

"Dad," New York said, "talking in a British accent, making your eyebrows huge, not smiling, and acting like grandpa isn't going to make us think you're British."

"Oh, come on!" America muttered. Then, he spoke in another accent. "How about French? Do you think I'm Francis?"

(A/N I don't know how to do accents, so I'm just going to write it normally, but the Americas are actually doing the accent perfectly.)

"No."

Meanwhile, people at other tables had multiple reactions. Some were shocking their heads slightly in amusement; others were laughing silently; others were looking at America, impressed at his ability to perfectly speak in different accents; some were looking at America in disappointment (they had wanted Nexas to kiss).

(Idk how to use semicolans, so if y'all could help me with that it would be appreciated. XD)

America shook his head. "Never mind. Would you like to order?"

The states ordered their food.

Nexas was glaring at him slightly.

"Ooh," America said, smirking slightly. "I think I interrupted something when I got here. . . ."

"Shut it," New York grumbled, his face red, along with Texas's.

"Okay," America said, giggling like the people reading this story. "I expect each of you couples to kiss by the end of tonight."

"Shut it," New York replied. "You haven't even had your first kiss yet."

"Be quiet, son," America huffed, playfully swatting New York's head with a menu. "Don't remind me of my tragic love life."

America turned and walked away.

"Good riddance," Florida muttered, but was smiling slightly.

"I heard that!" America called from across the restaurant.

The states laughed. Once their laughter had died down, conversation started up again.

~°~

The Americas went into the kitchen, closed the door, and ducked without looking. Just in time for a frying pan to hit the door where his head had just been.

"Nexas was about to kiss!" Hungary screeched. "You interrupted the yaoi!"

"We know!" The Americas replied, seemingly close to tears. "W-I'm sorry!"

"Sorry isn't going to cut it!" Hungary shouted. She was about to smack the Americas with her frying pan again.

The Americas sighed, almost unnoticeably. At least no one noticed our slip up, Union thought to the others.

Don't think like that! Confederacy shouted mentally.

"Wait, America-san," Japan said. "You said 'we.'"

I spoke too soon, Union admitted. Confederacy started yelling at him, and Union started yelling back.

America groaned, and he pushed Union and Confederacy out of control.

"Are you okay, America-san?" Japan asked.

"Yeah, dude," America answered convincingly. "Just a headache."

"Just a headache?" Hungary said disbelievingly.

"A bad headache," America replied. "I'll take some aspirin or something." He reached into his bag (which was next to his chair), and pulled out a bottle of aspirin.

"You carry around aspirin with you all day?" Japan asked, curiously.

"Yep," America replied, taking some of the medicine. "Among other things."

"Like what?" Hungary asked.

"Doesn't really matter," America said. "What, did you want something?"

"No, just curious."

"Okay."

There was a momentary silence.

"So, are you going to tell us what they wanted to eat?" Asked Hungary.

"Sure," America said. He told Hungary what they wanted to eat.

There was another silence.

"Anyway," America said, breaking the silence, "I'm tired. I think I accidentally used the nighttime medicine. Don't look in my bag or I'll shoot you when I wake up." And America promptly face planted into the table.

There was a moment of silence, the only sound being America's quiet snores. Then, Hungary broke it.

"I'm looking in his bag," she said.

"What?" Japan asked.

~°~

Three loud bangs! were heard, followed by a stifled scream.

Hungary had been staring at a bottle of pills There were three holes in the wall, each half an inch away from hitting her.

Japan was standing nearby, from where he had been trying to convince Hungary to stop.

The two turned around to see a very angry American that was aiming a one handed gun at them.

"D-don't point that thing at me!" Hungary shouted, mentally cursing herself for stuttering.

"Or what?" America growled. "I said not to look in my bag. Drop the bottle. Now."

Hungary complied hesitantly.

"Kick it over to me," America commanded. Hungary did.

America kicked it up and caught it in the gloved hand that wasn't holding the gun. He slipped the bottle into his pocket.

~°~

Confederacy was shaken awake. He sat up, ready to yell at whoever had woken him up, when he realized the worried, panicked expression on Union's face.

"What happened?" He asked instead.

"It's America — we let him have control —he's angry — bag — gun — medicine —"

Union couldn't speak in full sentences because of his panicked state of mind.

"Calm down," Confederacy said. Union took a few moments to settle down enough to speak in full sentences. "Now, explain."

"We let America have control, remember?" Union said. Confederacy nodded and gestured for Union to move on. "Well, now America's mad and he shot his gun three times and is aiming it at Hungary to actually hit her this time and—"

"Okay!" Confederacy shouted. "I get it. So you were too panicked to think to just take the control from America?"

Union paused. "Oh. . ."

Confederacy continued. "I got it covered. See you." Then, he disappeared to go take control from America.

~°~

America wasn't hesitating. He was just about to pull the trigger, and Hungary knew it. She tried to think of a way out of it, when America inexplicably froze. He kept his hand steadily pointed at Hungary, but he looked away from Hungary and tilted his head to the side slightly.

There was a few moments of deafening silence, before something happened. America looked back up, and his hair was darker, and his eyes were grey. His clothes were slightly more grey, too. He stood up straighter.

The gun was put back into its holster.

"Sorry about him," he said. His voice was a tad bit different too, almost unnoticeably.

"Who are you?" Hungary asked uncertainly.

The man was silent for a moment. "You want to know who I am? I'm an i****," he said dryly.

Japan and Hungary just looked kind of confused.  The readers of this story were confused as to why the author censored the word "idiot." The author remains silent on the matter.

The man held out his hand to them, and Hungary hesitantly shook it. This isn't the America she, or anyone else, thought they knew.

"Hello," the man said. "I'm Confederacy."

"You're America's enemy in the civil war?" Japan asked quietly after a moment.

Confederacy turned towards him, showing no reaction on his face whatsoever.

"No," Confederacy said. "Technically I'm Union's enemy. Though I guess I'm both of their enemies. . ." he trailed off, thinking.

"Whatever," he muttered. "Anyway, how did you manage to completely p*** off America? That's pretty hard to do. Well, Union and I give him huge headaches a lot."

"Is Union there too?" Hungary asked. "Actually, what the h*** is even going on?"

"Oh!" Confederacy replied. "I should probably explain. America and Union murdered me, and I kind of recently reformed, but in his mind. Union has always been in his mind. America technically is in the mind too, and we just take turns controlling this body or whatever. It's usually America, but sometimes it's one of us. I had to come force the control away from America because you decided to go do something that made him angry. I don't know what you did, because I was sleeping, and Union was panicking so much that I couldn't really understand him."

"That's not confusing at all. . ." Hungary muttered.

"I'm also pretty sure you triggered Allen to come out," Confederacy said. "That happens to America sometimes when he's really p***** off. If he feels your an enemy or a bad person, then you're dead. So you're welcome for saving your lives."

"Why did you save us?" Hungary asked. "Isn't Confederacy a bad guy or something. . . ?"

"Just because I'm the personification of something doesn't mean I agree with what I stand for. It just mean that I don't have a choice in the matter about what side I join. Same thing with America and Union. With our new president, we're expecting a lot of pain and headaches and betrayal and stuff like that."

"Oh," Hungary said in understanding.

"Now," Confederacy said, his tone becoming serious, "would either of you mind telling me what you did to make America mad enough for Allen to show up?"

"We looked in his — your — bag when he told us not to," Hungary admitted.

"Oh," Confederacy said in understanding. "So that's why I have a bottle of pills in my pocket that were previously in my bag."

Hungary nodded. "But why do you need antidepressants?"

Confederacy's expression turned dangerously defensive. "Now, that's none of your business. And I would appreciate it if you don't mention this to anyone else."

"Okay," Hungary agreed.

(By the way, this conversation is happening really fast.)

Suddenly, there was a banging sound, as if the door were being knocked down.

Confederacy's appearance changed again, back to the normal America version again.

"It's still me," Confederacy whispered to the two nations. "Confederacy. I just need look more like I normally do, which is America. But my eyes and hair and clothes are still a little bit darker than America's; that much is inevitable."

A/N

Lame ending to the chapter, I know, but I was getting tired, and I needed to update.

Um. . . I hope you enjoyed the chapter. . . .

~England.