A/N

This is going to be the same old meeting the states kind of thing as they have in a lot of fanfictions. Please do not skip this chapter. There are some important things in it, whether you realize it or not.

If you've made it this far, thank you for reading my terrible writing. Constructive criticism is encouraged.

I still do not own Hetalia.

~Shatter.

Chapter Two.

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America brought the nations to his large house/mansion thing.

He opened the door, and was greeted by a boy that was holding a gun, and had a knife in a sheathe.

The boy looked up. "Hi dad. You're home early," he observed.

"You're the one that was blowing stuff up in the backyard," America said. "Delaware came flying through the window."

The boy's eyes widened. "What?"

"Yeah, you put too much power in the explosives," America said. "You know the rules."

"We did the calculations wrong," the boy said. "I looked at it again, and we were only a few numbers off. . ."

America just laughed. "It's okay. No harm done. Except that some glass from the window hit me. And you hurt your brother. And that the nations know about you all now."

The boy simply said, "Whoops."

America laughed. "It's fine. Anyway, can you tell everyone that we have company?"

The boy nodded and went to the doorway. Then, he shouted loudly, "WE HAVE COMPANY! GET DOWN HERE!"

America laughed at the nations' bewildered expressions at what had just occurred.

(A/N They're confuzzled.)

"You do know he had a gun, right?" One of the nations asked.

"Of course!" America replied. "Why not?"

No one answered.

Suddenly, there was the sound of sixty four people running into the room.

"We never have company," one of the kids said.

America smiled. "We do now. But first of all, you all need to apologize to your brother. You pretty much blew him through a window."

There was a chorus of apologies from around the other states, territories, and district.

"Okay, now that that's done," America said, "a few rules. No killing any of the nations."

The nations suddenly realized that every state had at least one gun and a knife.

"Rule two, follow both the rules."

The states laughed.

"Obviously, the rules don't matter in life or death situations. Like if one of them tries to kill you, I will be proud of you for defending yourself."

The kids nodded seriously. The nations shivered at how seriously they were taking this.

"And to you nations," America said, turning to them. "The rules are as follows. You will not try and take away any of my kids' freedoms in any way, shape, or form. I you may not injure, kill, or even touch any of them without permission unless you want to die a painful death. We take all of this very seriously, so I'm warning you all now."

The other nations agreed, not even thinking for a moment that he could be bluffing or anything. Which he wasn't, but still.

"Then, let's make dinner and eat," America said. "Don't worry, our food is better than England's."

"Hey!"

America shrugged. "It's true. Who's cooking?"

A couple of states volunteered, then walked into the kitchen or outside to the grill to begin cooking.

America went over to one of his kids that were cooking. He told one of them to make pasta too, with whatever they were already making. His daughter nodded.

America decided to introduce the his children to the nations.

That took a while. About sixty five kids is a lot.

The kid that had been there when they arrived was New York. He had the oldest physical and mental age of most of the states, as did Hawaii and a few other states. They were all teenagers physically, but mentally, some of them were older than that.

They can get older physically and mentally by things that happen in their state (or territory or district). Their height depends on how large the state is, and/or how high their population is.

They are not only affected by things that go on in their state (or district, or territory), but also by the stereotypes that involve their state. For example, New York can talk really loud and fast when he likes, and he's a professional speed-walker.

(A/N Speed walking is very useful, actually. But people are SO SLOW everywhere else.)

And then, of course, there's just things that the individual is good at anyways.

"Dinner's ready," called North Carolina. Everyone got food and just sat in a spot around the room.

Some sat on the floor, some sat in chairs, some managed to hang upsidedown from the ceiling somehow. They talked, or read, or sharpened weapons, and did pretty much whatever they wanted to. America just sat next to New York and Hawaii, talking to them.

"This is a nice change," Hawaii said, watching as some of the territories and states chatted with some nations. All the nations were welcomed, even the ones that had done bad things to America, and they were pleasantly surprised by it. "We never have company over."

"You all do have friends," America said. "You all do go around the country and stuff a lot."

"Yeah, but the nations." Hawaii said. "It's a pleasant change."

"It really is," New York said. "Why have you kept us a secret from them?"

America closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Because I don't want anything to happen to you. I don't trust any of then, except a few. I don't trust them not to hurt you. They could injure or kill you if they knew that you exist. Now they do."

"We can defend ourselves," New York reminded America.

(A/N What the maple?! Autocorrect autocorrect "ourselves" to "our tree lives." I mean, really?)

"I know," America sighed. "But I think of you all as my children, and I can't bare the thought of anything happening to any of you. It's happened multiple times, but things like that happens. I'm just worried that another one of you will die."

"It's okay," New York said. "We think the same about you, but we can't exactly keep you a secret."

America laughed softly. "You're right. I shouldn't've ever done that. But that won't stop me from worrying. . ."

America lightly traced one of the two long scars that was hidden by New York's hair. New York winced slightly at the memory of how he got it.

"I got those scars too, you know?" America said. "Not on my head, but I felt what you felt, saw what you saw, heard what you heard."

New York looked up at his "father." "Really?" He asked.

America nodded, sighing. "You were feeling the pain, the fright, the anger of the people in your state that day. So was I. They're my people too."

"Does that mean that you felt the other's pain too, that day?" New York asked.

America nodded, closing his eyes. "Yes. With the others that day. Same thing with Hawaii, too, during WWII." He traced a scar of Hawaii's too. "They're my people too. Remember that."

"I will," New York whispered.

America stood up after some silence.

"It think that you all should go to bed," he said to the sixty five teenaged seeming kids around the room, as everyone quieted to listen. "It's already five in the morning. Nothing is going on in the morning, so feel free sleep in. It's been an exciting day for you all."

The states, territories, and district went to bed, tired from the exciting day.

"You all can sleep in the extra bedrooms," America told the nations. "The states', district's, and territories' bedrooms have their names on them, though some of them share rooms. Just choose some without labels."

The nations nodded, and most of them thanked America.

England stayed behind, wanting to talk to America.

"What did New York, Hawaii, and you talk about?" England asked. "It's really none of my business, but I was just kind of curious."

America smiled. "Nothing much. Just random stuff," he lied convincingly. England seemed to believe him.

"Okay, then," England said. "Thanks for the rooms."

"Not a problem, dude," America said. "Goodnight."

Then, America stretched, yawned, flopped down onto a couch, and fell right to sleep.

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A/N

So, that's the end.

A thousand three hundred something words. Thanks for reading this chapter, even trough it was kind of boring. It is important.

Feel free to give me ideas for the story! Constructive criticism is always welcomed.

Thank you, once again, for reading this far in this story!

~Arthur.