What if...

Chapter Twenty-Five~

Romania sat in his front room reading a book.

Suddenly, the door burst open reveling Anahi blasting music from her portable boombox.

It was playing Numa Numa by O-Zone.

Romania face palmed.

"Translate!!!" she demanded, rushing up to him and shoving the boombox into his face.

Romania batted it away. "Okay okay! Start it over, and I'll sing it in English, alright?"

"Yes!"

~*~

I looked around in Romania's library only to find a title talking about ancient Romanian culture. I frowned, selecting it and scanning the pages. What I found made my stomach drop.

According to Greek Mythology, I was not his blood sibling.

England, Scotland, Ireland, Wales, and France were.

The book slipped out of my hands and fell with a clatter to the floor. I stared at my empty hands blankly before taking off.

~*~

I trotted around the British Isles while singing all of the Celt songs I knew. When I had finished Scarborough Fair, I stopped and frowned. What next?

A quick look to the south gave me the idea.

"You can still see the sight On a winter's night! Of his wake in the light of the mooooon... If the wind turns right! If you don't take fright You can smell that French perfume!" I sang, prancing around in a bonny little glen that I had discovered.

"Please don't mention that bloody git on my land, please," spake a voice from behind me. I looked to see England leaning against a tree.

I grinned, turning around fully. "Not my fault that the song is that way."

"It's a French song anyway. Why are you singing it?"

I held up a finger, winking. "Ah, but it is a Newfoundland song by a Canaden group."

He eyed me at how I said "Canadian" before walking up to me. "Why are you even here?"

I shrugged. "Am I not allowed to pay your land a visit?"

He finished his walk and wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me close. "Not if you don't say hello..."

I felt myself blushing. "E-ello... E-England... Why... What... Um..."

He pulled away and turned around. "Just trying to show you something."

He started to leave when I remembered something.

"Wait!"

Author stopped, looking back. "Aye?"

I looked down. "Um... Romania... He's your brother... Isn't he?"

England was silent before nodding. "...Yes, he is. According to Athena, anyway."

I frowned at him, scratching the back of my head. "So how is he my brother...?"

"Simple. You conquered him. If we really want to get technical, the only person you're related to is Iran. The rest claim you as siblings."

I looked down, biting my lip. "So what should I do...?"

England saw my conflict. Turning around to face me he said, "If you don't want to view them as siblings, that's okay. Not everyone who people raise see them as family..."

"...America..."

He nodded. "But don't worry about me. You just worry about your own issues."

He walked away, vanishing through the trees while I stood there, stunned.