*authors note if you're interested!

The awkward silence was broken every few seconds with the clack of Britain's cane on the ground, as the couple slowly made their way to the table. France pulled out her husbands chair to make it easier for him to sit down, as American and Canada watched intently. He rested his cane against the other vacant chair right next to him, as the couple got situated.

"Bonjour you two." France would say to her two children, smiling at them both brightly. They both said their greetings back, aimed at both the parents, as they waited for food to be served. It was very awkward with no side conversation happening at all.

"Ahem.." Someone at the table said, although America could not say who. He has been staring at the empty plate in front of him for some time to try and avoid eye contact and small talk. He wanted to talk more to his brother about what they just said but he doesn't want that in front of his parents. Because they are going to push and press him for more details that he doesn't want to share and frantically doesn't have.

"Oh my god you're talking with a boy?" "Whats new? Whos the unlucky soul this time?" "You're such a heart breaker!" Were the thoughts that rang through his head, he sighed quietly before hearing another loud "AHEM!" causing him to look up at the source of this noise, which America soon came to realize it was his father.

"Spacing out again, hm?" Britain asked his eldest son, causing America to look at him in embarrassment. He gave a quick nod to his fathers question, causing the entire table to chuckle.

"We're having such a lovely conversation, would you care to get out of your head and join us America?" Britain would ask his son again, waiting for a response. America would give another quick nod before straitening himself out, making eye contact with his father. He stared at his fathers eye behind the monocle, studying it ever so slightly.

"Anyways, you were saying Canada? Please, continue."

"Oh yea, so like I was saying, me and my buddy were basically just stalking this huge moose. I'm talking 6 foot, probably around thousand pound kind of moose." Canada talked with passion and enthusiasm as he spoke about his last hunting trip, how this conversation came up America didn't know. He was just waiting patiently waiting for the food as his brother continued to speak.

"Oh, really? Are moose usually that big Cana? You're speaking as if moose that big aren't common at all!" France added, obviously very curious at her sons hobbies.

"That's usually a full grown moose, but they can get a lot more heavy. Like, up to 1,400 pounds at maximum so you could consider this moose to be a little on the skinnier side. But, it's still shocking to see moose like that."

"Is moose hunting legal in Canada?" America asked as many workers came in to lay out their dinner.

"Oh, yea, you just need a big game license to hunt for it. I love hunting so it's obvious I own it. I'm also Canada so, yea." Canada added, stopping himself as he watched all the food be placed out in front of the siblings. Both of them waiting patiently for their father to take his share of food first before taking their own.

It didn't take long, because France was helping him, but once the old married couple got their share America and Canada spent no time to grab the food they wanted. America and Canada grabbed the same thing basically, a main meat dish with some other sides like bread, with Canada grabbing some kind of vegetable that America gave a tasteful side-eye before digging into his food.

"Like I was saying, me and my buddy are basically stalking this moose basically on it's trail. It doesn't even suspect a thing as we are basically getting ready to shoot it dead. But then, right as my buddy was about to get the wining shot, I guess some tourists came through and scared it off! They were so loud not only did is startle the moose, but it scared me and my buddy as well!" Canada said, him and his mother laughing at their conversation. Both America and Britain gave a smirk at the current conversation as they slowly ate their own food.

"So, America, you mentioned your kids earlier. Let's hear about them, shall we?" Britain would ask the America as he was mid-bite. He quickly finished up his bite and began to speak.

"Sure pa, who specifically? Also Canada that story had no value what so ever." America questioned, wondering who his father was so curious to hear about. He whispered the last part to himself, causing a death glance from his brother.

"Oh, I don't know. Whoever is your favorite I suppose?"

"I'd personally like to hear about the colonies." France said with a bright smile on her face, brushing the curly brown hair out of her face as she took another bite out of what she was eating.

"Alright, nothing new but the twins, the Carolinas, and all of the 'new' states. All of the new states being New York, New Hampshire, and New Jersey had the funniest argument ever. Despite being my oldest states they act like they're still kids. It was something about how the Carolinas pronounce a certain word and I just remember over hearing it absolutely dumbfounded." America and France chuckled at this memory America shared.

"Dumbfounded? Big word for you America." Canada added, causing a light kick from America under the table that no one noticed, hopefully.

"Yea, all the states usually have arguments over words. Is it 'soda' or 'pop'? Western states argue with, well with everyone, but mostly the Eastern states. Midwestern and the Southern as well, all of the tiny states with the usually the bigger ones. Oh my god, all of the tiny states love to gang up on one bigger state like Texas. And I mean not just with their words, they physically jump up on him like it's nothing! But of course, Texas never budges." America would laugh along with his brother and mother, looking over at his father who had the slightest grin on his face.

"I remember talking with some of your states once, they brought up the wildest things! Some of them are just the most craziest people I've met in all my years living!" France added, a big grin on her face as she finished her meal. America ate very quickly before also finishing his.

"Oh yea, definitely, some of my states are pretty recognizable. Like California, Texas, New York, maybe even Illinois? Everyone knows those ones! But then you look at states like Ohio, Florida, Wyoming, Michigan..  the list goes on honestly. Those ones are only know because of the insane shit that comes out of them!"

"That one joke about Ohio, something like 'Only in Ohio.' And that 'Florida Man' stereotype."

"You did not just mention those, you sound so old man.." America said with a sad tone of voice, clearly mocking his younger brother. Canada nudged his brother as they laughed, France joining in soonly after. America noticed that his father, Britain, was still smiling at their conversations. But the smile was a bit more noticeable. As the family basked in this moment of happiness, a tray came out with a dessert.

America eyed the dessert as everyone took a share, ah of course, Old English Trifle. A favorite amongst his parents, considering how old it is. He reached to take a tiny slice of the classic dessert and began eating it very slow, it was never his favorite but in all honesty he thinks he ate way to much of it and is just sick of it.

"Why'd you ask about my children papa? I thought you didn't like hearing about them." America commented, taking a small bite out of the dessert in front of him. Britain composed himself before speaking.

"What gave you that impression? I thought it would be a proper fitting topic for you're current circumstances."

"I dunno papa, you just always seemed distance when I spoke about anything relating my children. Y'know even when I was fostering East for a bit you always seemed weird about it."

"Don't pry, Ame. Let's end this night on a good note, yes?" France says, looking towards her eldest son as he continued taking small bites of the dessert on his plate.

"Sorry." Was all the American said before eating the rest of his dessert in one bite. His father looking at him in a distasteful manner. The room was again, awkward and very silent.

"...Well, dear, how has your day been?" Britain asked his lovely wife. She looked over at him smiling.

"Very good, mon ange. How about you?" France would say patiently back. The nickname 'mon ange' meant something along the lines of 'my angel.' America thinks the nick name came from how many times his father had come to his mothers rescue. They've had history for a while, Britain's parents having history with Frances. Even before the two of them fell in love with each other they were always helping each other out, whether there was war or not.

America felt the buzz of his phone in his pocket, which he quickly took out to see the notification. He was not in a mood to talk anymore, so what else was he supposed to do? The notification was from the pilot, which caused America to unlock his phone to respond to him. Canada eyeing him ever so slightly.

The American felt his younger Canadian brother look away from him, assuming he went to join in on his parents conversations as he went to respond to the pilot, reading the message:

"Hello, sir. Sorry, I didn't see this earlier. Had official business and such, I can get you tonight if you tell me a specific time. It'll take awhile because I'd have to pull some strings." America smiled at the message. His own private pilot, that he just called private, was a joy. A new and younger pilot who was an excellent flier, and always so professional.

"Hey Private! You don't need to apologize, please tell you're boss I'd like to get picked up A.S.A.P. If they have issues, tell them to address them towards me once I get back home:)" Pressing the send button, he let out a sigh of relief. He liked acting like the cool boss in a miserable office building.

"America! Is something so blood important you cannot join this conversion?" He heard his father shout, causing him to look up. He saw him father, with his mothers hands on his shoulder, looking at America in an aggressive way. America stood up before speaking.

"Sorry papa, mama, but my pilot texted me. He'll be here as soon as possible." The American stated, beginning to make his way to his parents side of the table. Once he reached that, he both gave him a hug.

"Thank you for your stay, but I'm going to go get ready." He felt his parents reciprocate the hug, while still sitting down.

"We will be at the main door to wave you off." France added, giving him a smile. Britain was avoiding all eye contact.

"Alright, see you then." Was all America said before walking out of the dining hall and back into the main hallway, on his way back to his bedroom to grab his things.

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woohoo finally time for no more family drama!! silly america cant get enough of it lol!!

next chapter will be longer and will have more talking amongst the other countries, not just the british family:)

it's finally time tho!! this marks the time where i get a uploading schedule which i'm thinking every friday!

i cant wait and hope y'all are excited for the future and continue to enjoy my story. again thankyou for reading and showing support it really means a lot to me