#countryhumans hawaii

[weirdestbooks]

British Michigan AU Oneshot

The Misguided Aunt (Wattpad | Ao3)

Michigan had heard about the new colony, about Sandwich Islands, the country that his Grandfather had taken under his wing. He had heard about her…relationships with America, how she thought that America was good, that he was family. 

That he can be trusted.

Michigan was eager to avoid her for that reason. He didn’t know what nonsense America had told her about him, but Michigan was pretty sure that Sandwich Islands would try to recorrupt him with America’s delusions.

Unfortunately, he was not so lucky.

“Michigan,” Grandfather asked a few hours after Sandwich Islands had arrived, “I want you to help me.”

“Yes?” Michigan asked, eager to do anything he could to help his grandfather.

“I need you to help me show Sandy that America is using her and that she shouldn’t trust him and should begin to distance herself from him,” Grandfather asked, placing a gentle hand on Michigan’s head.

“Are you sure I’m the best—” Michigan began before Grandfather’s hand suddenly tightened around his hair, pulling it sharply.

“You are the only colony of America that has been decorrupted. What better person than you to show her the delusions and backwardness of America?” Grandfather said. Michigan nodded.

“I understand. I apologize for questioning you,” he said. Grandfather smiled, and Michigan felt Grandfather’s grip on his hair loosen.

“Good boy. Now, I think it’s best you start now, before she takes to lashing out. Ireland has sworn to be troublesome, so the sooner you help her, the less likely she is to be corrupted by his madness,” Grandfather said before pushing Michigan forward some. Michigan stumbled before recatching his balance and rushing off to find Sandwich Islands.

She was easy to find despite having the same flag as so much of his family due to the air of confusion and unfamiliarity around her.

“Are you Aunt Sandy?” Michigan asked, just to verify her identity. The colony startled before nodding.

“I am,” she said, “Who are you?” 

“My name is Michigan,” Michigan began, watching her for any trace of recognition. Much to his disgust, she seemed to recognize his name, a sign that America was probably feeding her lies about him. 

“Oh! Lika’s so—”

“I’m not that bastard’s son! I am Canada’s son and Britain’s grandson, and I’ve always been British because I refer to acknowledge anything between myself and that…that monster,” Michigan snapped, anger flooding through him. He hated this. He hated to be associated with America. He couldn’t wait until the day America dropped this delusion and Michigan could finally live in peace.

Sandwich Islands’ eyes widened as she took a small step back, seemingly caught off guard by his anger.

“I’m sorry,” she said, her tone nervous. “I had been told you were Amelika’s son.”

“I’m not. That…America took me away from my family; he hurt me and tainted me. I was lucky enough to be saved, but…other territories have to suffer under him. I…I hate him,” Michigan said, trying to ignore the pain that came with those memories, the months of learning who he really was and where he belonged. 

“That…that doesn’t sound like Lika. Any time he brought you up…you could hear how much he misses you,” Sandwich Islands said. Michigan scowled.

“It was probably all just a trick to fool you. He’s probably trying to steal you from Grandfather because he’s upset that I wanted to be with my real family. You’re just being used by him to hurt Grandfather,” Michigan reasoned. It made perfect sense. Why else would America care about any of his half-siblings if not to corrupt them and turn them against Grandfather?

“I am not! Lika loves me, and he cares about me as a person. He’s not using me to try and get back at Beretania,” Sandwich Islands said, crossing her arms with a small huff. Michigan suppressed the urge to roll his eyes. How could she be so stupid to believe America about anything?

There must be something about the savage mind that would explain it, as Michigan could see no other reason that someone could believe something so delusional. Well, he could think of one other reason, but Sandwich Islands was a favorite of his Grandfather, and Michigan was not going to risk the punishment that would probably follow, pointing out how she was mad.

He knew Grandfather would just see it as Michigan looking for an excuse for his failure. Even if she were mad, Michigan would still be expected to convince her of the truth.

“How can you know that? How can you dismiss the pain I suffered just so you can feel like you’re in the right? How can you do any of that and claim you aren’t being manipulated?” Michigan asked, his voice a mix of anger and confusion, slowly getting louder.

He needed to show her she was wrong, and that meant pointing out the flaws in her argument until she had nothing left to argue with. Then, she would have to agree with him and realize that he was right.

“I don’t know what kind of pain you are claiming to feel, but it’s obvious that Lika loved and adored you,” Sandwich Islands said, sounding annoyed, like she was the one arguing with someone who was defending a nonsense claim.

“He only cared about using me to make himself look better! I never meant anything to him! Don’t act like you know my personal relationships! He killed my brother!” Michigan snapped before turning away. He knew he had a job to do, but he needed to calm down before he let his anger get out of hand.

At least he gave Sandwich Islands something to think about. Hopefully, with time, she would realize her mistakes. If Grandfather hadn’t promised to give her independence, then he would have had the time necessary to teach her the error of that way of thinking, as he did with Michigan. 

She would be better off with them forever anyway, safe, away from America, and safe from anything else that would harm her. 

America was hurting her, and Grandfather wanted to help her.

Why couldn’t she see that?

[novadraem]

I unfortunately haven’t finished Ireland and Montserrat. So to make up for that have Hawai’i during paulet affair, who I drew yesterday before drawing those two!

[weirdestcountryhumans]

Some Countryhumans AU's I have

British Michigan AU (kinda co-created by @lost-islands) —Michigan is taken by the British during the War of 1812 and is never given back to the Americans, instead becoming a British colony and later Canadian province.

Warpath Hawai'i AU (created by @lost-islands, who is generously letting me write for it) — Hawaii snaps after gaining her Phoenix traits and murders United States over the overthrow. I mainly focus on the aftermath of this, and this is the only one so far that I will be writing a book on.

Japanese Hawaii AU (co-created with @aloha-from-angel) — Hawaii is annexed by Japan before Pearl Harbor or during WW2. It's used as a general term for a variety of AUs.

Russian Hawaii AU—Hawaii is invaded and annexed by Russia and becomes a part of the Russian Empire

Auntie Hawaii AU (co-created with @aloha-from-angel) — Hawaii is told about the US states in the 1850s and becomes an aunt/mother figure to them.

What can I say? AUs are better with friends. I will talk more about these later.

[ximenitaramoseblogs]

[magicbluemoond20]

Inktober day 18 - drive

sorry is but late

[quail-with-a-nail]

Don't Look Outside

@daddecember Day 1: Lost in the Woods + "Close your eyes."

Fandom: Countryhumans

Relationship: Alaska & Hawaii & Texas & US

I was staring out of the window above the kitchen sink when Alaska ran in with his winter coat in his arms. I looked over, curious.

“Papa, can you take me into the woods?” Alaska asked.

I smiled, glad it wasn’t something serious. These kids were extremely accident prone, believe it or not. “Sure, I’ll take you. Did you ask Hawaii and Texas if they wanted to go?”

“Hawaii said she was too tired, and Texas said he didn’t want to go.” Alaska began to rock on his feet.

“I’ll trust that you’re telling the truth, and that you don’t just want to leave your siblings out of it.” I stopped leaning on the counter and ruffled Alaska’s hair, which was met with a small squeak of annoyance. I laughed. “Remember your gloves and your boots, Ala. And also remember to tell me if you’re cold. I don’t want you to get frostbite.”

Alaska nodded vigorously, and I was slightly worried that he would give himself whiplash with how aggressive it was. He then ran out, and I followed him, although I walked. I got my gloves and coat from my room. My boots were by the door. I had halfway laced the first boot when Alaska came running to put on his own shoes. It didn’t take nearly as long as to put them on as mine did. Mostly because his didn’t have laces.

“Come on, Papa, come on!” Alaska ushered, practically bouncing on his feet.

I laughed again and finished tying my boots. “Be patient, Ala,” I gently chided. I stood and called through the house, “Texas, Ala and I are going in the woods, you’re in charge!”

“Alright!” Texas called back. Hawaii bid us goodbye with a shout. I took Alaska’s hand and opened the front door.

The rush of cold air made me shiver. I exhaled a cloud with each breath. I was quick to step outside and shut the door behind us, worried about losing the heat of the house to the weather.

Alaska smiled wide, pulling against my hand as he tried to run ahead. “It’s so pretty out here!” He giggled, pointing to the snow and looking back and forth between it and me. I couldn’t help but grin with him, his joy spreading.

“Let’s get going, then!” I began to jog, which was about equivalent to Alaska’s run. I led Alaska to the woods, and in particular, towards a trail that we had walked a few days before. Alaska’s smile seemed to be frozen to his face, never leaving for a second.

Alaska’s laughter died down as soon as the crooked, leafless branches of the birch trees that made up the forest created a shield between us and the sky. Alaska stared with wide eyes, and let go of my hand to spin in a circle. He soon returned to my side, but he couldn’t stop looking around.

I tried to focus on the path more than the scenery, even though it was pretty. Snow covered most of it, much like the rest of the ground. My only real indicator between the path and the woods was how far apart the trees were. It left the path pretty clear, but only if you were going straight. It only really got sketchy when there were bends and turns.

Alaska stopped for a moment. I stopped as well, and looked to where he was staring. A pinecone stood out of the snow, only a little bit of its top poking out of the snow. He let go of my hand and ran over to pick up the pinecone. When he returned to my side, he held it up to me like a prize.

“Papa, look, I found something!” He cheered. I couldn’t help but to smile and crouch down to get a closer look. Alaska stopped holding it up and cradled the pinecone in his hands. “Isn’t it cool?”

“It’s very cool,” I responded, unsure how else to tell Alaska that I liked the pinecone too. “Do you wanna take it home?”

Alaska nodded and hummed “Mhm!”

“Well, let’s finish walking first, then we can go home. I think Hawaii would like to see it.” I almost stood up, but something behind Alaska had caught my attention. I only caught a glimpse of it, and it was in my peripheral vision, but I definitely saw movement. I looked up.

It looked like there were birch trunks moving on their own, as if they were the jointless legs of some freakishly tall creature. I was confused for a minute, but then it hit me.

Alaska he tried looking behind himself to see what I was looking at. I covered his eyes and gently turned his head back to face me.

“Papa, what’s happening?” Alaska’s voice trembled, if only slightly, and I just prayed that he wouldn’t try to fight me on this before we got home.

“I can explain when we get back, but for now, please listen to me,” I whispered. Alaska nodded, and he held the pinecone tighter. “Close your eyes. Do not open them until I tell you to, okay?” He nodded again, and I hesitantly took my hand away from his eyes. They were closed.

I picked Alaska up. I turned around, then closed my own eyes. There were very few turns in the trail so far, so it wasn’t too precarious. Still, there was risk. I took a deep breath and began to pray that we didn’t walk off the path.

“What’re y'all doing? You’ve been gone for an hour!” Texas shouted, and I opened my eyes. Texas was standing in the doorway of the house, and I sighed in relief. I ran to Texas and ushered him back inside.

“I’ll explain in a minute, alright? Just- I’ve got to make sure we’re safe. There’s things out in the woods, and we just need to take precautions, is all.” I knew I sounded panicked, but I had a hard time focusing on keeping myself sounding calm when I was on the verge of panicking.

Texas gave me a strange look but didn’t question it. He backed away from the door as I stumbled inside with Alaska still in my arms and closed it myself. I carefully put Alaska down on the floor, but Alaska refused to let go of my sleeve. I saw that his eyes were still tightly closed.

“You can open your eyes,” I murmured. Alaska opened his eyes, and began to cry silently. I picked him up and hugged him.

“Hey, hey, you’re okay. We’re gonna be okay,” I soothed, kissing his forehead. Alaska held onto me, still crying. I turned to Texas. “Help me close the blinds, and tell Hawaii to not look out the windows.”

“What if she fights me on it?” Texas asked, crossing his arms.

“Just say I told her not to.” I walked to the nearest window. “Come on.”

He ran to wherever Hawaii was and told her. She didn’t fight back, at least not loud enough to be heard, so he helped me close the rest of the blinds. After we were done, I asked him and Hawaii to wait in the main room. I followed them shortly after.

“Okay, what’s happening?” Texas asked.

Hawaii nodded. “Yeah! You’re being weird.”

I sighed and sat on the floor with them, even though there was a couch available. The kids were weird like that. Alaska still held onto me. “Look, there’s… creatures in the woods that are only mean when you look them in the eyes. Your Uncle Canada said they weren’t going to be anywhere close to here, but he was wrong, and they’re nearby.” Hawaii glanced at the window. “But if we stay inside and keep the blinds closed, we’ll be fine. It’ll only be for a few days, I promise.”

Hawaii nodded again, and Texas didn’t give any response. Alaska let go of me, but didn’t ask to be put back on the floor.

“Do we have Monopoly?” Hawaii murmured, breaking the silence. She fiddled with her hands.

I smiled and nodded. “Yeah, we do. I’ll get it out. Who wants to be banker?”

“Me!” Texas and Hawaii shouted in unison. Thet glared at each other, and I laughed.

“Rock paper scissors for banker,” I told them. “Best of three.”

After about two hours of arguing over who owned what property and how much to tax someone, as well as winning conditions, the game had finally concluded. Hawaii and Alaska were both tired at that point, and went to their bedroom to take a nap. Texas and I were tasked with putting the game away.

“You weren’t telling the whole truth to them,” Texas said, making sure he had all of the property cards. “They’re little, I get that, but you can tell me.”

I hesitated at first. I paused counting the little green and red houses and looked up at him. “I wasn’t,” I admitted. “Those creatures… they’re tall. They have jointless legs that look like the birch trees out there. If you look them in the face, which sort of looks like a branch, they’ll try to crush you.” I gathered the little pieces in my hands and put them in their place in the box. “They have to stay in the forest, unless they’ve been looked at. Clearings, like where we are, are safe unless they’re mad.”

Texas hummed. “Can’t you fight em?”

I scoffed, halfway between a laugh. “No, no. These things are tough. You can burn them, sure, but they’ve got thick skin. Nothing can really get through it. They weigh a lot, too. It doesn’t help that they can track you better than a hound.” I looked up at him. “Fighting them is basically a death wish, unless you can aim and run with your eyes closed in the woods.”

He looked at the closed blinds, then looked back at me. “And we’re safe here, right?”

“Safe as we can be.” I put a hand on his shoulder. “Trust me. They hate clearings as much as they hate being looked at.”

Texas smiled, and I felt relief wash through me. "Alrighty."

[lordvonbunnyv]

List of things that were supposed to happen in my scrapped countryhumans talent show fanfic

-Hawaii does an Elvis impersonation and performs blue suede shoes

-Hungary spends the entire show trying to solve a Rubik’s cube. When his five minutes on stage ended, they just moved him off to the side so he can continue. He doesn’t solve it

-Poland and Vatican’s talent was performing Exorcisms, and brought a possessed woman on stage to exorcise, but got kicked off immediately by UN. So they begrudgingly decided to perform their exorcism in the boys bathroom, which got stopped halfway through by both UN and ASEAN who understandably did not want a demon running around on the Asian country’s section of the building. Oh yeah, in my ch AU, Poland was a priest and was trained in demonology by Vatican and is certified to perform exorcisms.

-Northern Ireland and England dressed as their secret drag queen personas, along with Wales who dressed in her drag king persona, and they all “danced” (it was mostly them doing uncoordinated dance moves like the worm, the running man, and the epileptic octopus.) to Scotland’s bagpipe playing. And then they all jumped onto each other’s shoulders and fell over.

-Serbia’s performance of a Diss song that she composed that mostly made up of her playing an accordion and dissing all of the countries that have wronged her, or she hates, both past and present. The big finale was when she started insulting Ottoman empire and calling him names, when both Turkey and Ottoman Empire jumped up and chased her around the auditorium while she continued to hurl insults at them, both EU and UN had to chase after the trio to get them to stop.

- a few of the African countries put on “Africa” by Toto.

-America’s western states do a crummy half hearted line dance to “finally Friday”, the northern states perform “Blame Canada”, and New York performs a Broadway number (unfortunately… his song of choice was “springtime for Hitler”) they were all supposed to do a group number, but split due to creative differences.

-Mexico played a quiet folk song on his guitar which was well received.

-Austria played a classical piano piece with Germany as the page turner, Germany fumbles with the pages causing the pages to fall onto the floor, Austria playing the same measure over and over in a panic as Germany struggled to collect all of the pages before giving up, and running off stage in embarrassment.

-France and a few of her states perform “do you hear the people sing?” While Normandy performs “bring him home”

-Austria-Hungary with help from German empire performs a classical music piece, but then gets interrupted by someone’s phone.

-Italy sings a song and then ends it with a sudden cart wheel.

-India, Brazil, Kenya, and Australia bring a VERY VERY DANGEROUS AND HIGHLY VENOMOUS BLACK MAMBA ON STAGE to demonstrate their venomous snake handling skills, they tried to get someone to come on stage to HOLD THE SNAKE. But that got nixed real quickly.

-Mauritius does a dance with his cloned dodo bird, Captain Lewis, which then walked off stage and fell into the audience.

-Britain gets introduced on stage as “performing a nice number by Bach”, he has his suit on, a top hat, and everyone thinks, “oh, he’s going to play the number on his violin”. Nope, he lowers his tie, tucks his pants inside his big, tall, platform boots, and unbuttons his collar to reveal the spiked collar underneath, and whips out his old electric guitar and plays friggin’ toccata and fugue in D minor like a legend.

- Norway, Denmark, Finland, Sweden, and Estonia try to do a Black Death metal performance with their band, “Estonia and the Nordics”. It was just them screaming, banging on their instruments, and smashing their guitars while Estonia, the lead singer, gets a bout of anxiety and stands awkwardly on the stage looking at her feet unable to sing.

-Russia, Ukraine, Belarus, and China tried to perform the dance of the little swans (Russia’s idea, no one else wanted to) but only Russia practiced and China was a last minute edition as Kazakhstan quit that day, and not even one second into the music, the whole thing dissolved into a massive fight and Belarus running offstage to go snitch to Soviet Union.

[musicgirl656]

All countryhumans 3

I know -w- I know Hawaii is a state but still make it a country human 7w7

[insectplane]

New drawing of hawaii in statehumans

First post here, this time, hawaii

[small-foxy]

sorry I haven't posted anything for so long, and I've accumulated a lot of art...

[weirdestbooks]

Hawaii and the Celtic Nations (Wattpad | Ao3)

I love the Celtic Nations so much. And Hawaii doesn’t realize she is Ireland’s adopted daughter yet.

Hawaii was very excited for today. Ireland was finally going to introduce Hawaii to the other Celtic Nations, his family. He was very excited when he and one of his human children picked Hawaii up from the airport and spent the entire car ride talking about his family.

“Seanmháthair will spoil you rotten iníon. She loves kids and has been so excited to meet you ever since I told you about our…friendship.” Ireland said. 

“I’m so excited to meet all of the Celtic Nations. This will be an amazing week if they are as wonderful as you!” Hawaii said. Ireland smiled widely as he parked the car.

“I’m glad you’re excited,” he said as they exited the car. Ireland walked around the back of the house, revealing eight people, three of whom Hawii recognized.

Wales elbowed a girl with a black-and-white flag and whispered something to her, causing her to laugh. Isle of Man stood by her father, Scotland, and smiled and waved at Hawaii.

“Aloha,” Hawaii said, slightly nervous.

“I know you’ve met some of us, but my brother wants to reintroduce us so you know how we are related,” Scotland said. Hawaii nodded, and Ireland beamed before pointing out everyone.

“So, Hawaii, these are my fellow Celtic nations. These are my deartháreacha. You’ve met Alba or Scotland…And Tuaisceart Éireann, who you haven’t met. He’s Northern Ireland.” Ireland explained.

“Isn’t Northern Ireland your so—” Hawaii asked before being cut off by Ireland.

“That’s complicated and something I don’t want to talk about. Anyway, moving on, we have my iníon dearthár, Ellan Vannin, Isle of Man, whom you have met.”

“She has the best name for a woman,” Hawaii said, smiling. Isle of Man laughed.

“Indeed I do. Now, let your ayr finish talking.” She said. Ayr? What did that mean? Was it friend? It must be, as that’s what Ireland was to her. Hawaii was pulled out of her thoughts by Ireland continuing his introductions.

“That’s Breizh, Brittany. She is my deirfiúr. She is in France and is terrifyingly badass, just like you iníon. You’ll get along well. Next to her are our two adoptive siblings, the Hispanic-Celtics from Spain, Asturies, Asturias in English, and Galicia.” Ireland finished before turning to the last country, which had a black flag with a white plus.

“She’s my seanmháthair, Kernow. In reality, she’s only Breizh’s grandmother, but Seanmháthair has adopted all of us Celtics as her grandchildren—except Cymru, Wales, who is her nephew.” Ireland finished with a smile.

“Your family is complicated,” Hawaii commented, knowing her family wasn’t any better. Cornwall laughed. 

“Most countries have them. It makes things fun.” She said, laughing. She reminded Hawaii of many of her Polynesian relatives, short, old, and giving off those ‘I know a lot of shit, and I love kids' vibe.’ It's the same one Ireland gave off. Hawaii liked that.

“You say fun. I say annoying.” Brittany said. Cornwall smiled.

“Well, at least we can always count on Cymru, Tuaisceart Éireann, and Éire to make this family more complicated.” She said. All three of the countries blushed a dark red at that, Northern Ireland’s flag changing from the saltire Ireland once had to a white one with a blue plant on it.

Wales exclaimed something in Welsh, and Northern Ireland said something else in Irish. Ireland was silent, arms crossed and face burning. Cornwall laughed.

“Oh, you three are so easy to tease.” She said.

“Seanmháthair, why must you do this to me,” Ireland said.

“Because you love adopting people as your children,” Cornwall said, smiling in Hawaii’s direction. 

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?” Hawaii asked. The Celtic Nations giggled, and Ireland turned an even deeper red.

“They are just being annoying little dicks.” Ireland said, shooting them a glare.

“Oh, come on Éire. It’s our job as your family!” Galicia said with a smile.

“Yeah, exactly! Why do you think I blackmail you so much?” Wales said, “It’s how I show my love for my family!”

“You are so annoying about that,” Brittany said.

“You’re just embarrassed that I know about that thing from 1390,” Wales said.

“And I still don’t know how you do!” Brittany said. Hawaii laughed.

“Uncle Wales, do you have any blackmail on me?” she asked, curious.

“Banana leaf.” He said. Hawaii paled, and Wales smiled that same fanged grin he had during Paulet. Hawaii noticed the other Celtic Nations looked shocked, but a happy kind of shocked, and Northern Ireland whispered something in Irish to Ireland.

“Why don’t we head inside?” Scotland suggested, “Before the rain starts.”

“I agree. Hawaii, I’ve set up a room in my house for you. The other Celtics will stay in a hotel during the trip,” Ireland said. Hawaii smiled. Ireland was always the most thoughtful person when it came to guests.

“Thank you, Uncle Ireland,” Hawaii said. Isle of Man slapped a hand to her forehead.

“Éire, you didn’t say she was as dense as you!” Asturias grinned. Ireland groaned again.

“What? What's the matter?” Hawaii asked. Ireland wrapped his arm around her shoulder.

“It’s nothing. They are just trying to make fun of me. You might get some heat for that,” Ireland said. Hawaii nodded.

“That’s alright.” Hawaii said, leaning into the hug, “It’s nice to see another family that loves each other.”

[novadraem]

Hawai’i who should not be trusted with fire ever! He will burn something(and or someone) down.

[weirdestcountryhumans]

Based on a conversation between @aloha-from-angel and myself on the fact that Georgia has the body type that was considered the Hawaiian standard of beauty, and that Hawaii might have had a little squish/gender envy for Georgia upon meeting her.

[cafesito-64]

Hawaii es mi diosa y religión ✨💕

[artist-unknown-archived]

We have Texas, Hawaii, Tired Dad, Philippines, Alaska and Florida. More stuff to come and you knownthe drill.

[quail-with-a-nail]

Trust

@daddecember Day 2: Sick Day + "I didn't know where else to go."

Fandom: Countryhumans

Relationship: US/America & Britain

Britain was sitting at his dining table, reviewing more recent letters from Portugal and France, when a frantic knock sounded at his door. He was jolted out of his haze and hurried to answer it.

Behind the door was his son, and what he could only guess by the rough shape of the surrounding blankets, a child. Not even a child. A baby.

“Hi,” America said, his breathing labored and heavy. Britain stared at him, bewildered. “I need your help. Please.”

Britain moved out of the way to let him inside. “What’s happening? Why did you bring a child with you? Could Canada not watch him?”

America rubbed the side of his face, frustrated. “Her,” he corrected. “It’s Hawaii. The state. She’s the reason I’m here. She’s sick, and I know you can help her.”

Britain gestured for America to follow him. “Why me?”

“God, I don’t know dad, maybe the fact that Wales allegedly has some knowledge in weird healing magic?” He followed Britain to a room upstairs, where a small storage closet was filled to the brim with old, dusty books. “Is it a stretch to think you could’ve learned something?” America snapped, getting a scornful glare from his father in return. America looked away, forcing himself to take a deep breath before he spoke again. “Sorry.”

Britain looked away from him, shameful himself. “No, no, I should be patient with you.” He glanced between the small library and the child. “I’m getting ahead of myself. Let’s get her to a bed first. Then we figure out what’s ailing her. I have a spare room.” Britain walked past America, going to a room further down the hall.

In the spare room, there was just a bed and a small table next to it. For some reason, there was a chair in the corner. Britain held out his hands for Hawaii, and America handed her over. He put her down and moved the blankets and sheets to surround her like a larger, half swaddle, just to keep her in place.

“How sick is she?” Britain asked.

America froze momentarily. “She’s got a fever. Coughing. I don’t know the entire list, but she’s not been eating a whole lot and she’s been tired. Usually she’s all over the place.” He smiled faintly before it left entirely. “Uhm, I guess she still has the energy to cry, somehow. I don’t think she’s in pain, really, I just- I think she doesn’t like being that warm. No one likes fevers.”

Britain nodded along. “Well, that certainly isn’t good.” America rolled his eyes. “Do you have an exact temperature for the fever?”

“No.”

Britain sighed. He glanced at Hawaii one last time before going back to that closet and gathering as many relevant books as he could carry. He brought them back to the spare room and handed America a handful of them.

“Look for anything that matches her symptoms, bookmark the page, and set it off to the side,” Britain instructed. America nodded, and sat on the foot of the bed. Britain brought that far-off chair over to use as he searched through the pages.

The sounds of pages flipping filled the empty room. America didn’t find much. He was occupied with looking back and forth between the book and Hawaii, and even then, he was bothered by the near silence.

“Where’s Mom?” America blurted.

“There was business in her own country that she had to handle.” Britain answered, not looking up. “She’s been gone for three days. She’ll be back in around a week, maybe a few days more. She’ll send a letter if something comes up.” Britain paused, then looked up. “Even if you’re here under… unfortunate circumstances, I’m glad to have the company. It’s quiet without your mother here.”

America smiled at him, if only for a moment. “Where’d you get all these books? They look handwritten.” ‘Look’ was an understatement. They were definitely handwritten. As if the scribbled out, incorrectly spelled words and angry notes in the margins weren’t tell-tale signs.

“England has had many, many, many predecessors.” The mere mention of them made Britain sound exhausted. “Some wrote a lot about illnesses exclusive to our kind. Some of the information is out of date, I’m sure, but some of it could be useful.” Britain closed one of the books and set it aside, opening a new one soon after. “My question is why you came to me, and not one of the doctors in your country.”

America stared at the page he had been struggling to read. “I didn’t know where else to go,” he admitted. “This isn’t a human illness. From what I’ve seen, it can’t be. So I came to you. You had to know something.”

Britain hummed, crossing his legs. His eyes narrowed in thought. “I don’t think this is any human disease, either. Until we figure out what it is, though, we have to continue looking.”

America didn’t reply quickly. He thought on his words, and Britain waited with a curious look. “And what if we don’t find anything?”

“Then we’ll visit Wales,” Britain declared. “Those weren’t just rumors. She’s had a history of magic use.” He turned his gaze back to the book. “If she can’t help, we will go to Switzerland. If he’s no use, then I’ll have to figure something else out.”

America was silent. “Thank you.” When Britain looked at him, confused, he elaborated. “Thank you for caring about her. We’ve had times where things were… rocky between us, to say the least.” America stared at the floor. “It’s good to know I can trust you with them.”

Britain smiled at America. “If I’m able, I’ll always try to protect them. They matter to you, so they matter to me.”

America looked up for a brief moment, seeming relieved. He looked back down at the book just as quickly.

With that, they returned to scanning the pages of ancient books for any sort of information.