AN: Sorry guys, no TItLG today. Mainly because I was working on this and another side project and I didn't had time to complete it. But don't worry the chapter will be up hopefully tomorrow or Thursday. Because Teleported is my main project this fic and the other one won't have official update days and I'll just post new chapters as I complete them.

Also some quick things about this fic. It has an OC, The South/CSA. I haven't seen that many fics that show this character outside the Civil War and usually we don't really get to see them interact with surrounding that aren't tied to the War. So I decided to give it a try and have my own take on it, but in modern times. I also want to give a shout at some awesome artists in DA that have created some pretty cool CSA, that inspired me.

Lastly I didn't write Jackson with a Southern dialect because I'm already worried about my English and I don't want to do it wrong and end up insulting others. So just use your imagination with his dialogue.

There was a stranger in the room. There was a stranger sitting on America's chair in the room. Because of that every nation in the room was now looking at the young man. He even looked a bit like America, with some major distinct features.

For once his hair was much darker, with a hint of red on it. His yes, while America's were the color of the American sky, were dark green. His way of dressing was also different from America, he dressed much more formal. A simple black suit and shoes, even his dress shirt was black. But with his pale complexion, the clothes actually looked good on him.

It was also clear that this wasn't their fellow American nation, because he wasn't drowning himself with fast food. Nor was he interrupting the meeting to say something completely unrelated. Instead he was calmly taking notes, looking at the nation speaking with much interest.

For a moment they had believed that America was playing a prank on them. But since the other nation hadn't jumped through the door laughing his face off, they were beginning to worry. There was something terrible wrong when the American nation missed a meeting without at least telling Canada or England.

But neither of the two knew what was going on. It was true that they hadn't talked with America in sometime. But everyone was busy with their country's economy. There was hardly any time for social calls. But now that America wasn't around, they were feeling slightly guilty about it. What if America was sick or hurt? Ill enough at least that apparently someone from his government had to fill in for him.

Italy was murmuring close to Germany. He kept looking at the young man, who on the other hand, wasn't paying much attention to the looks everyone were giving him. If he even noticed them, he wasn't acting like he cared or like it bothered him.

"What if he's a spy? Here to find information about us?" Italy's grip on Germany's arm tightened as he looked at the strange man with worry.

"Nein. Don't be ridiculous, the security outside allowed him in. They wouldn't let anyone in here, unless they have a confirmation from our bosses." Germany turned to look at the strange person too. While he wasn't as worried as Italy, he had some interest on knowing who he was.

Only nations were allowed in their meeting areas. Only in extreme cases of emergencies, humans were allowed to enter and usually it was their bosses. Plus this man didn't feel human. He actually felt like nations did. But Germany was sure that he hadn't met him before. All nations knew each other, even those that didn't get along.

By the time the first part of the meeting was over, everyone was wondering who the person on America's chair was. All, but apparently one nation, Russia who was simply smiling in the manner he always did. The taller nation moved from his chair and stepped behind the other nation.

When the other nation stood up he turned to look at Russia. His neutral expression turned sour instantly. "Hello, again."

The other countries looked at Russia with surprise. Again. Russia actually knew who the person was and he hadn't said anything. Well that wasn't very rare for Russia. But it was still rude. Russia probably knew how much they wanted to know who the strange man was.

Said man was now glaring at Russia. He quickly picked his papers and walked past the taller nation. Not saying anything, he simply disappeared out the door.

During the exchange of looks, one of creepy happiness from Russia and one of hate from the other man, every nation had been frozen on their spots. But the moment the stranger had left everyone crowded around Russia. It probably was the first time people willingly moved close to the large slightly menacing nation.

Russia continued to smile, enjoying the attention that came from having people around him. The other nations were usually too afraid to come close. It made him feel alone. The change was welcomed.

"Брата." Belarus had appeared out of nowhere and had grabbed her brother's arm in a dead grip. She glared at the other nations, who were too interested in finding out who the man was to pay her much attention.

"Russia, who was that? Why was he here instead of America? How do you know him? Do you really know him?" Those and other questions came pouring in from all sides. Everyone was looking at Russia, waiting for him to say something. Anything.

"Da, I know him." Russia continued to smile, though he felt a bit nervous to have his little sister so close. "He's America's brother of course."

The room became unusually quiet. "What!" England was the first to speak. "That wasn't Amerika's brother. Canada is standing right here." Everyone turned to look at the usually unnoticed nation. Canada moved back, not expecting everyone's attention on him.

"Eh?"

"Amerika has a second brother." Somewhere in the back Mexico said something that no one really heard. "I met him during one of my visits during Amerika's Civil War."

Russia had gone to see how America had been doing only to find the other nation's home in complete chaos. Some of America's state had been standing outside, not even noticing him as he passed by. Instead they had been yelling at each other, ready to rip each other apart. Inside the house he had found America in a heated argument with another man. The discussion had come to a stop when Russia had walked in. The other man had then stormed out. Outside some of the states had followed after him.

America had then explained about the little secret the nation kept hidden from everyone. It seemed like the Southern brother had kept himself hidden from the European nations. Living off the lands, the help of settlers and his brother. He even begged America not to tell Arthur of his existence. After the Revolutionary War America remaining the head of the nation, while he did most of the inside work.

Many of the nations were aware of the existence of the states by accident, during America's birthday parties, which they often if not always attended. But the fact that another nation had existed without their knowledge for so long was impressive.

Everyone turned to look at England, who looked sickly pale. "If America had been my little brother, I would have known he had a brother." France was looking at England mockingly. "Though I can understand why he didn't want you to meet him. He was probably afraid you would poison him with your horrible food." France stopped talking when England gave him a dangerous glare. It reminded the European nation of the other's pirate days.

Canada wasn't looking much better. He couldn't understand why America hadn't told him about this other nation. They trusted each other with everything. Canada had known about the states before anyone else and they weren't in the best of terms when they had appeared after the Revolutionary War. Plus this southern nation was also his brother.

America for the first time in years was angry at his brother. When he lost to the other nation in games he felt angry. But never like this. How could his brother keep such an important thing from him? He was going to be giving Alfred a piece of his mind.

He moved away from the other nations, a few which were also finally leaving the room. Those leaving had grouped together and were talking about this new information. With how things had turned, Canada doubted anything was going to get done in the second half of the meeting.

Canada felt a hand on his shoulder and turned to look at France. Besides him England was talking to himself. Something about America and lack of trust. Canada could understand the feeling.

"Don't be mad with L'Amérique. Maybe he had his reasons to keep this from us. Maybe he was simply following the other's wishes, we have to keep in mind that maybe this nation didn't want us to know about him."

Canada turned to look at the French nation. France could be a pervert, but sometimes he said intelligent things. He was still angry at America. But he needed to find the other's side on things first. That's why he wanted to call his brother. Canada pulled out his phone. Probably the majority of nations were calling the American nation right now. Trying to find out more. But Canada knew his brother's personal number, one that he only shared with his boss and his brother.

"I'll be right back." Canada slipped away from the two European nations. The bathrooms were probably busy. But one of the good things about hosting the meeting was that he knew about the rooms that no one else visited. Like the coat closet. Because it was unusually warm the place was almost empty and thankfully no one would hear him.

Canada tapped his finger on the floor while waiting for his brother o answer. He was afraid that he would respond, but finally his brother's sleepy voice came through.

"The great hero speaking, how may I be of service?" Canada noticed that his brother's tone wasn't as loud as it usually was. For a moment he was filled with concern for his southern neighbor.

"Alfred are you OK?"

America laughed, only for it to turn into a cough and Canada visible winced. His brother was sick after all. "I'm fine, just a bit down thanks to the economy. But the Doc said I should be up and ready in a few days. How's the meaning going? My boss said that he was sending someone to fill in for me."

Canada was quickly reminded why he was calling his brother. The anger returned, but his concern for his brother's health still reminded. That concern was what stopped him from yelling at his brother. "Yes he did. He sent our brother, which I had no idea existed."

The line went silent for almost ten seconds, before a loud "What!" came through. Canada was forced to pull the phone back from his hear. On the other side his brother had slipped off the bed, only to crash on the floor.

"What! Why? How?" He stopped talking once more to pick the phone which had slipped from his hand when he felt. "Canada I can explain."

"You better, I'm sure you are going to have every country in your doorstep by the end of the week. England is pulling his hairs out. I can't believe you would keep something so important from us."

"Look I want to explain everything. But right now I have a killer headache and I think I broke something. Why don't you drop in after the meeting is over? I'm staying in Washington DC. I'll explain everything once you get here. "

Canada sighted, he wanted to know why America had hidden that from him. But this conversation would go better if they were talking in person. At least it would give him a chance to smack the other on the head. "Fine."

"Mattie, I know you're angry with me right now. But it'll all make sense after I tell you everything. I wasn't expecting for him to go, he never liked those things." Canada was happy he'd come. At least now that secret was out there.

"Take care Al, you're going to need that rest. You have a lot of explaining to do." The line went dead and Canada carefully stepped out of the closet. The meeting wouldn't begin for another half-hour and he wanted to find England and France. He was sure that the other two nations would want to speak with Alfred too.

Like expected nothing was solved during the meeting. Everyone was too busy looking at the other nation. He had disappeared after the first half of the meeting, probably to eat outside. Only to reappear just before the meeting had started. His quick disappearing and return hadn't given anyone a chance to trap him to question him. He probably had done it for that reason. It seemed like he had noticed everyone looking at him after all.

He continued to take notes through the meeting. But even if no one was saying it out loud, their attention was on him and not the meeting taking place. Switzerland and Japan, both which were sitting beside him, were also busy taking their own notes and paid little attention to the other nations hoping to see if they dared to ask him something.

After a while they gave up and acted like they were paying attention. Germany was starting to glare at them anyway. England and France had switched seats with Belgium and Cameroon and were now sitting next to him. Once the meeting they would quickly slip away to see America. Hopefully no one else would follow them. England wanted to speak with the other nation, but they had agreed that it would be very unlikely.

Just like they had guessed, five minutes before the meeting was over he simply stood up and organized his papers. Without another glance he slipped away, leaving a displeased Germany. When some of the nations tried to follow, Germany banged his hands on the table. "Enough! No one else is leaving this room until the meeting is over!"

The last five minutes were stressful. Everyone was organizing their notes and looking towards the clock. But by the time it was over, the nation had disappeared. Canada, France and England decided to take this state of confusion and slip away unnoticed. Or so they believed.

Washington DC. 2+ hours later.

"I can't believe he would do that without telling me. No, that's just like him isn't it." America had been walking from one corner of his house to the other for the past two hours. He had called his president and all. How could he have thought it would be a good idea for his brother to go to the meeting? None of the nations even knew him. There would be so many questions. Already Canada and probably England were mad at him.

America had been forced to turn off his cellphone, everyone was calling him. Thankfully Canada had his other number, though his brother hadn't called him. America stopped pacing when the doorbell rang and quickly walked towards the door.

America had expected to see Canada standing on the door, but instead came face to face with the last person he wanted to see that day. Said person didn't even bother to ask for permission before he allowed himself inside. He had a mockingly smile on his face as he sat down on his sofa.

America quickly understood who had been behind the idea. "How could you have done something like that? Half the world wants to jump me with questions and probably some violence thanks to you." The other man simply continued to smile.

"Now, dearest brother of mine, I've no idea what you're going about." The way he said brother made America cringe, there was always that mocking tone when the other spoke.

"Seriously, like I would believe anything you say. I know it was your idea to fill in for me today, Jackson." Jack tried to give his brother his most innocent smile.

"I can assure you that it was our boss's idea. Now stop acting like a fool, overreacting about everything. You are going to be having some visitors here soon. I took a quick glimpse of them in the airport." America had to stop himself from jumping on his brother and strangling the life out of him.

Jackson slipped a leg over the other and continued to smile at his brother. America on the other hand was glaring down at him. But he was right. Canada was probably on his way already. That's why he wanted to get rid of Jackson before he arrived.

"Then why don't you leave already. I don't want you here. Is bad enough that I know you are around, especially since your bad taste in cologne always lingers after." In an instant Jackson had jumped from his chair and had smacked America against the wall. A hand enclose around his neck.

Jackson's calm personality melted away. Alfred's ability to anger/bother his brother was actually quite impressive. "Then you understand how hard is for me to tune out you annoyances. How you keep dragging our country into stupid walls without speaking with me first. Or how you keep hanging around England, after what ye did to us. Do you even care what I think, brother?" He spoke the last word like it was venom.

Alfred had almost forgotten that he and Jackson shared the same strength. His brother's attack had taken him by surprise. But he was ready to push the other off and begin what could turn into a violent fight. Thankfully a cough stopped both brothers on their tracks.

They turned around at the same time to look at three very surprised nations. Canada, France and England were looking at them open-mouthed. Jackson released his hold on America and stepped back. He turned away from the three nations and walked towards the chair he had been sitting on previously.

America fixed his clothes and turned to look at his fellow nations. He wasn't sure what to say. He'd gone over things many times before their arrival. But he hadn't planned for them to walk in on a fight between his brother and him.

"How did you..?" England pulled out a spare key. That's right. America had given Canada and England spare keys to his homes. He moved his hand to fix his hair and blushed slightly. Stupid Jackson, this was his fault. "Right."

America moved to sit and motioned for the others to do the same. He was sitting in front of his brother, which gave him the change to angrily glare at him. England sat in the chair next to his, while France and Canada had to sit beside and equally annoyed Jackson.

"Hey, y'all." Jackson smiled once more, but he continued to look at his brother sitting before him. The two appeared to have a stare contest with each other. The atmosphere had turned unpleasant for everyone.

"It seems that you already had the pleasure of meeting, my brother." America turned away from Jackson to look at the others. Unfortunately, he completed in his head.

"Now Ally dear, let me introduce myself." Jackson mockingly said one of his brother human nicknames, one given to him by one of his first ladies. "Jackson C. Jones is a pleasure to meet you." In truth he only wanted to meet them to annoy his brother. But they didn't need to know that. Plus he was tired of acting as Alfred's personal shadow. It was time the world knew that Alfred wasn't the only one running the show.

"I of course know who you all are." He turned to look at each country as he said their names. "Mathew Williams, also known as Canada. Francis Bonnefoy, also known as the country of France and of course Arthur Kirkland, also known as England."

Jackson once more smiled proudly at his brother. "Well now that they know who you are, why don't you return to the hole you came out off?"

The others turned to look at America. They had only seen the other nation act like that during times of war, especially during the Cold War. They hadn't expected the two brothers to have such a sour relationship.

"Actually our boss wants to talk with me about the meeting, so I'm going to have to stay here for the night or until he has time or meet with me. But you're right brother. I'm tired from doing some actual work." Jackson stood and began to walk towards the guest room. "Have a pleasant night."

America followed his brother. He didn't want him around. But if his boss wanted to see him, then he didn't have much of an option. Hopefully he would be out of his home by tomorrow. "Sorry about, he just pulls at my strings."

The other three simply looked at each other. "Alfred I can't believe you kept the fact that you have a brother from me. I took care of you; I could have done the same for him."

America felt guilty, back then he had hated lying to his big brother. But Jackson had begged him to keep their secret. "I'm sorry Arthur, I couldn't say anything. Jackson didn't trust the European nations. He didn't want anyone to know about him. I guess even after everything, I've grown used to people not knowing about him."

America smiled sadly. "We were close when we were little. Canada was way up North and for years, he was the only brother I had. But we're far too different and our personalities just crash each time we meet. We always end up fighting." Even the states avoided having both of them together in the same room for long periods of times.

"I still care for him, he's my brother. We share not only the same land, but the same country. But if we just end up fighting, I'd rather stay away from him. This is of course, selfish of me. Other than the States he doesn't have any other social relationships with people like us."

"America." Canada hadn't seen his brother looking so down in a while. He was always so cheerful even if the worst of times.

"Our bosses want us to get along. Work as the united nation we are meant to represent. But you just witnessed how things are between us. We are far from united, it seems like we just end up drifting apart from each other."

"Well I have to give him credit. Other than Canada after that game, I've never seen anyone corner you like that. Not even Russia." America glared at England, who simply smiled back at him. "I'm just saying the truth."

"He was only able to do that because I wasn't expecting him." America blushed slightly. Stupid Jackson, even when he wasn't around he made his life more difficult.

The others continued to tease him until the room finally grew silent. America then began to tell them about his life with his brother. Since the moment they had both come together into the world.

A few doors away Jackson was standing next to the door, listening to them talking happily. America would stop and joke about something. When they began to talk about when England and the others had arrived they would joke. All inside jokes between them, they were close, anyone could see that. Their laughter angered him. It was like knives to him, knives in his heart.

He wanted to be close to someone like that. He'd grown apart from America. He hardly knew his brother up north or Mexico down south. He knew their histories and everything he had learned from America and long reports. But personality, they hadn't even known about his existence.

It had been his decision and he happily faced the consequences. But during that time he had believed that Alfred would remained by his side. That they would stay close. But Alfred and he had drifted apart, their country remained united. But they didn't and it pained him. It pained him to be alone. To not be taken seriously by his own brother. Alfred made all the decisions. He never thought about asking him for his opinion.

"Stupid Alfred." One day all those nations he called friends would turn away from his. They would grow tired of his stupid decisions. Then he would crawl back and Jackson would laugh at him. Find it funny that Alfred finally got a taste of what loneliness was like. Then maybe Jackson would forgive his brother for forgetting him. Maybe.

He turned away from the door and walked towards the bed. He didn't want to hear them anymore. Didn't want to hear a joke he wasn't part of, even if they were talking about him. He was an outsider on the tale about him.

He pulled the covers over his head. He could still hear them. But thankfully sleep quickly overcame him and he dreamt of times past. Of a warm hand around his own, bright blue eyes and a shining smile that lid up his life. By morning he'd forgotten the dream, but a warm still lingered as a remainder.

Please note that this fic may be a bit AmericaxEngland and if you squint realy, really, really hard one-sided CSAxAmerica.

Jackson C. Jones (his name wasn't always Jackson, he actually took that name during the War after Stonewall Jackson, he uses his first/old name as his middle name now) The Southern American States - The Confederate States of America Age: He's pretty much the same age as America, even if he only existed as a nation during 1861–1865. Birthday: February 4 (the Confederacy was formed)/July 4(this is when Alfred remembers to say Happy B-Day to him, he gave up on saying otherwise a long time ago to him).