Nixon sat under a tree on a blanket. He was smiling softly as he painted. He couldn't quite get the damn color right.

"If you mix a little red in it should match," Feliciano remarked. Nixon let out a yelp and grabbed his small pocket knife aiming it at the Italian. Who in returned fell to the ground waving a little white flag, "Ah! I'm sorry I startled you I just wanted to help! Please don't hurt meeee" The Italian begged. The New Yorker caught his breath and calmed down his racing heart.

"It's fine. Just don't sneak up on any others. Samantha has been known to slap people with a wooden stick and the Dokatas tend to cry and jump into each other's arms then fall, which will result in crying" Nixon explained. Italy nodded understanding.

"You're Italy right?" The New Yorker asked raising a brow.

"Vee~ I am" Italy smiled.

"I'm New York, or just Nixon" He replied focusing back on his painting.

"Can I watch?"

"Sure, just don't touch me"

"Got it" Italy smiled watching him paint the landscape.

"Who taught you to paint like that?" Italy asked memorized by the painting.

"My dad" Nixon replaced absentmindedly.

"America?" Italy asked shocked.

"Yeah, dad taught me how to paint, He taught Aaron to mountain climb without any gear and taught Vermont some weird maple taffy stuff" Nixon explained then smiled moving his eyes to look at the Italian, "Dad knows a lot more than people think."

Feliciano frowned confused, Nixon just gave a sweet smile which was rare for the normally non-emotional teen and said, "States of secrets only the land knows, never press for power or the land falls beneath your feet."

Feliciano only grew more confused at the statement and Nixon turned back to his painting.

"ART!" Kugelmugel shirked upon seeing the large room, more pacifically the huge shelf on the back wall that was filled perfectly and neatly with every art supply imaginable.

"Be careful everyone has to share this room" Molossia said letting the excited white-haired kid inside the room. They took a deep breath and released to be calmer.

"This place is huge" Wy exclaimed looking at the large room.

"How does America even afford this place?" Ladonia exclaimed, "and why is it not on any map?"

"Mr. America has friends in high places" Micheal shrugged.

"Why do you live here then?" Wy asked.

"America is my dad," He said bluntly tossing his jacket on the back of a comfy looking chair then flopping onto it.

"So if America is your dad, the states are your siblings and that means Canada is your uncle," Sealand thought out loud.

"Yup," Micheal chirped walking Kugelmugel racing around the back wall saying art repeatedly.

"Ay Molo, there ya are" Alabama chuckled. The red-head shouldering open the door his hands kept in his pockets.

"Hey, Marcel," Molossia said, the familiar southern accent ringing through the room.

"This is my older brother Alabama, he pretty much just watches out for the youngest of us all" Molossia explained.

The micronations squirmed. "Heard the stereotype huh? I can assure you the only stereotype that's true is that I can't stand the cold and I Love American football" Marcel laughed dryly. Sealand and Wy seemed to be more comfortable at the sentence.

Seborga tilted his head not quite understanding.

"Art!" Kugelmugel shouted pointing at a locked cabinet.

"That's, ummmmm, right! That's where Cali keeps their camera stuff. Best not to touch it" Alabama explained.

"Oh." Kugelmugel said dropping their arms looking a little disappointed.

"Can we draw or paint?" Sealand asked.

"Go for it. Just don't touch the camera stuff, everything is labeled and don't touch anything with a name on it" Alabama explained.

"ART!" The white-haired micronation yelled looking around the cabinets for paper, Sealand and Wy joining them.

"How many siblings do you have?" Seborga asked Molossia.

"22 sisters, 27 brothers and 2 sibs, in general, 51 siblings." Molossia said, "then 16 cousins that are found."

"Oh wow, big family," The Italian remarked.

"Yeah, and Molo here is the baby if going by founding age that is" Alabama chuckled.

"AY!" Michael yelled.

"Oh yeah, dad is going to call you sometime soon to get them in the guest rooms. Keep your phone on. Lunch is being served at 1300" Marcel said walking out.

"Alright!" Micheal yelled after the Alabamian.

"Hey, Seborga can you grab those crayons down?" Sealand asked pointing up to the box.

"Huh? Sure!" Seborga smiled skipping over to grab down the box.

Hawaii had perched herself upon a low wall that divided the grass from the concrete that surrounds the pool.

"Excuse me, You're Hawaii yes?" Japan asked, as much as he didn't want to comfort this issue that has long since passed but he feels the responsibility is his.

"Ae, I am," the young Hawaiian said looking Japan over narrowing it down who he was before he could even introduce himself.

"You're Lapana, Ae?" Hawaii asked tilting her head.

"Hai" Japan spoke, he mauled over what he had planned to say.

"If you're going to talk about Pearl Harbor then don't bother. I've found my peace with what has happened. Austin explained to me when war is knocking on the door morals no longer apply. The US got its vengeance for me and my people. There is no more talking that can be talked about it" Hawaii responded cooly, her true age showing threw her 7-year-old looks.

Japan was I stunned silence.

"Plus Austin has told us about how you care about dad!" The Hawaiian smiled, "Repayment comes in many ways Mr. Lapana" Makanui smiled, carefully taking a flower that was white on the outer sides and red in the center. It matched the one that was on a bracelet around her ankle. Japan carefully took it from her small hand.

"I lā maikaʻi Mr. Lapana" Hawaii smiled jumping down from the wall and happily skipped away.

Prussia walked out of the guest house.

"Bruder!" Prussia exclaimed walking over his younger brother unaware of the quiet attack that was planned.

There was a loud command then the next moment Prussia left two different beings jumped on his back as he tripped forward but managed to catch himself.

"Alright!" Prussia declared reaching back to grab both states by the ankle already having a good idea which ones they where. His suspicions confirmed as he hung both states by their ankles as they giggled relentlessly. Clearly amused by their own antics.

"Prussia! Are you okay?" Germany asked walking over to his older brother.

"I'm alright but these to" Prussia said shaking the twins making them laugh more, " are going to face the awesome Prussia!" He declared loudly.

"Um. who are they?" Germany asked, not knowing how to handle children.

"I'm Nathaniel!" the blonde haired boy laughed.

"I'm Sebastian!" The white haired boy giggled.

"We're the Dakota twins!" the both sang.

"Can you put us upside right please, my head is starting to hurt" Sebastian whined.

In only a matter of seconds both were upside right and leaning against Prussia settled into his arms.

"Dis is my bruder, Germany or Ludwig I however call him west" Gilbert explained and gilbird happily perched on the albino boy's head.

"Ludwig" The blonde echoed.

"His name is hard to say Uncle Birdie" Sebastian complained

Prussia only laughed and bounced them up making both giggle.

Ludwig gave his brother a concerned look and Prussia just gave him a big smile.

"You signed up for this west" Gilbert reminded, "You could have just grilled me when I got home but you decided to poke around. Now you're stuck here"

Ludwig sighed, this was going to be very interesting and dreadfully long.