Britain had remarried... Yet again. But this time, it wasn't a countryhuman, like he and his brothers anticipated... It was a civilian woman. This woman moved into the English estate, and brought along something: a daughter. Canada was too much of a push-over to question the arrival of another sibling and a mother, New Zealand was indifferent to the idea, as it wasn't his choice of who his father married, and Australia had let the two into his life like the friendly Aussie he was. But America? he didn't want another mother, he already had three others, and a sister?

America had brothers. he didn't need a sister. Especially not a human one. Four boys were already enough for Britain, right? he didn't need some dumb daughter... Then again, Britain really seemed serious about this new lady. Which probably meant the girl wasnt leaving any time soon. And America hated that. America was listening to music on his phone when he heard shuffling in the room next to his. Today was the day Britain's new Wife and kid were moving in, after all... but the room right next to his? he must have the worst luck imaginable. Why couldn't they have just bunked her with Canada? He was friendly, approachable, and most importantly, his room wasn't right next to America's.

Nevertheless, America sat in his room until he got hungry, and when he got hungry, he headed downstairs to the kitchen. But on his way, he passed by an open door, the door to the room right beside his. she peeked inside for a quick gander, and saw what was expected, a bare room with a mattress in the corner and a bunch of boxes. And on that mattress? his new step-sister. Half awake and probably scrolling on something like Tik Tok. Then, the girl looked up from her phone and at America -- right at him, dead in the eye.