This fic started it's life as a post on the Hetalia Kink_Meme years ago (some mild edits have been made to upload here). I've long meant to put it up here but never got around to it. I'll be uploading chapters slowly because I'm lazy but the story is in a mostly complete state. I say mostly because it was originally intended to have an epilogue but I never manage to get it written and now it probably won't ever be. It does have an ending though it's fairly open ended. Perhaps I'll write a sequel someday. But...probably not lol. The original prompt was America takes Alaska to work at the United Nations with him. I expanded on it from there. I will probably be uploading one chapter every other day or so until they're all up.

This takes place in a universe where there are some State-tans but not every state has one. The ones that are around were representatives of land that were either colonies or territories before they were states (so there is a New York, a Louisiana, and a few others. Exactly how many there are and who they are is not important to the story). They are very rare and Alaska is the only one that is connected directly to America rather then appearing before he took over the land in question. It is something that is considered rare. Also there is no MPreg in this though Alaska considers America and Russia to be his dads and they treat him as a son.

Image of Sasha (I did not draw this a reader did this for me back when the story was originally published) he's a bit older looking in this picture then he is in the story but it's still a good general idea . . He pretty much looks like Russia except for the eyes and the smile. The cowlick at the front which is supposed to be longer then the rest of his hair but doesn't really come across in this picture represents the Aleutian Islands. The black streak in his hair only appeared after the Exxon Valdez oil spill. I never fully settled on what his glasses represent but I'm thinking the Diomede Islands. Sasha is the nickname in Russia for both boys (Alexander) and girls (Alexandria) though it's more commonly used for boys. I admit I chose the name Alexander for him solely because I wanted to use the nickname Sasha.

The Wikipedia Article on the History of Alaska and the Russia/America connection therein: wiki/History_of_Alaska

This story is probably wildly historically inaccurate in places. I did do a lot of research but in order to make the story work I have blended events and at some points may have compressed time to get them to work well for the story. No disrespect is intended to the real world events behind the story but I have made allowances for storytelling purposes.

Timestamp: Present Day

America pushed open the door to his New York apartment with a heavy sigh. He smiled at the woman sitting at the table playing solitaire, she smiled back and stood to start gathering her things. From the living room he could hear the soft murmurings of the TV, other then that the apartment was quiet.

"Sorry Ella, that took way longer then it should have," he said with a lopsided smile. "I should have known better then to show my face during regular hours, I thought they were never going to let me out of there. Had to remind them three times that I wasn't officially in just getting everything ready for Sasha's visit tomorrow...finally had to pull rank to force them to let me leave."

"No worries, Mr. Jones," she said with a big smile. "I know how it is when you government types try to sneak in and out of work. My own probably won't be home for another couple of hours..."

"Actually I saw him when I was finally on my way out the door and made them unhand him too," he said with a grin as he reached into his pocket to pull out some money, he waited until she had her back turned to put her stuff into her tote bag before he tucked it into the inner pocket of her coat where he knew she kept her house keys. It was a game they played. She was paid by his office, the one that didn't officially exist on paper, but he liked to try and sneak a little extra in there anyway. If he just offered it to her outright she always felt she had to refuse but if he snuck it into her coat she could pretend she didn't know about it until after she left. "He'll probably be waiting for you by the time you get home..."

"Thank you, Mr. Jones," she said her face lighting up with a grin, a grin that grew knowing as he handed her her coat. "It's always a pleasure looking after Sasha when he's in town with you. He's been a bit quiet today...think he's probably a bit nervous about tomorrow."

America nodded he knew that feeling well, he was more then a little nervous about the next day himself. He plastered a big smile on his face and reopened the door herding her towards it. "Off with you...go have a good night," he said with a real smile this time. "I don't think we'll need you anymore while were here in the City, we're heading back up north next weekend. But we'll stop by for a visit before we leave."

"I'll plan for it," she said with a grin patting his cheek. "Night Sasha!" she called over her shoulder.

There was a flurry of movement from the other room and then a blonde haired child tore into the room and threw himself at Ella. "Bye Ella!"

She kissed the top of his head, waved once more at America and then exited the apartment pulling the door shut behind her. Sasha stared at the door for a moment before turning his attention to his father. He planted his feet, straightened his glasses, put his hands on his hip and pinned America with as irritated a look as a nine-year old face could muster.

"You said you were only going to be gone for a little while, Dad," he said with a whine. "You've been gone for hours!"

"Sorry, 'bout that," America said with a grin knowing that he'd probably given that exact same look to England more then once when he was younger. "Things always get a little crazy when I show up at the UN Building, 'cause I'm just that awesome," Sasha rolled his eyes but the stubborn expression melted a little. "I got everything ready for tomorrow and I've got something for you..."

"Really!" Sasha's face lit up with excitement at the mere thought of a gift.

"Don't get too excited...I was only gone a couple of hours," America said with a grin. "Hardly long enough to warrant any gifts..." Sasha's face curled in slight annoyance but grew curious as America reached into his jacket and pulled out a small laminated card with a metal clip on the end of it. "I picked up your visitor badge while I was there filling out the paperwork."

Sasha took the badge tentatively. His eyes widening as he ran his finger over the printing on it: Alexander Braginksi-Jones. His name took up two lines and printed in smaller lettering underneath it, US-Alaska.

"My name is really long," he said after a long moment.

"And quiet the mouthful," America teased back, he held out his own badge for Sasha to compare his to, his had his picture on it and was more official looking. "The person who made it was quiet annoyed with me for making it that way..." his smile faltered a little at the way Sasha was still staring at his badge like he'd seen a ghost of some kind. "I'll have to take you over there tomorrow so you can apologize to her." Sasha looked up at him worriedly, nibbling his lower lip, America took instant pity on him. "It's a joke Sash. Trust me they have to squeeze much longer names on these things at least three times a day."

Sasha looked relieved and then glared at him as he realized he was being teased. He glanced down at America's much older badge running his finger over his father's name. The badge was cracked and peeling and looked like it had been put through the washing machine a couple of times. "Yours is really beat up..." he said with a grin.

"Yeah well..." America said with a shrug, he tapped his finger on the picture that accompanied his. "Stuff happens and I didn't want to get a new one. I look awesome in the picture!"

"Daaad..." Sasha said with an annoyed huff.

America grinned and tucked his badge back into his coat pocket. "Go put that somewhere safe," he said gently. "Then come back and tell me what you want for supper. We can can go out if you want to. Turn the TV and lights off on your way past...we're supposed to be going green here or something..."

While he waited for Sasha to return he slipped out of his jacket and hung it in the hall closet, undoing his tie he tossed it onto the nearby counter. He was tugging his shirt out of his pants when Sasha came back in. His son started at him for a long moment, sighed in that world-weary way he'd picked up from England, then he pointed down the hall towards America's bedroom. Then he moved towards the kitchen table and settled himself in his usual spot. America stared at him for a long moment then grinned. He grabbed his tie and headed back towards his bedroom.

He quickly changed into a comfortable pair of jeans and a t-shirt and headed back towards the kitchen. Sasha was still sitting there hand on his head and a dreamy expression on his face. America smiled fondly, ruffling his fine hair as he passed by to settle himself against one of the counters.

"So what did you decide...we heading out?" he asked watching as Sasha futzed with his long dangling curl for a moment before settling his hands back on the table.

"Nah," Sasha said with a shake of his head. "Too many people."

America nodded not surprised, they only rarely went out when they came to New York and then it was usually only because America physically dragged Sasha out the door. It always took Sasha a little while to come to terms with the sheer number of people out there in the world especially when they were in one of the bigger cities like New York. He even had a hard time with his own Anchorage and that only had 300,000 people compared to millions. America made a mental note to start getting him out amongst people a little bit more. Not enough to terrifying him but he didn't want his son to become a recluse. Perhaps start with something smallish but memorable with a historical bent, Savannah Georgia might be a good place to start. Sasha loved history.

"Well then," America said with a smile. "We can order in. What are you in the mood for? Pizza...Chinese...burgers?" he grinned at the last knowing it would earn him another eye roll. The best thing about New York City was you could get just about anything delivered if you knew the right place to call.

"Can you make grilled cheese?" Sasha asked quietly after a long thought full moment.

"Sure," America said blinking in surprise. "If that's what you want, I'll get started."

He stood back up and rummaged around until he had everything he needed glad that he'd thought to buy both bread and cheese on their one and only shopping excursion at the beginning of the week. Generally when he was in New York City he ordered in because usually his hours were pretty tight but he tried to have normal food in the house whenever he had Sasha tagging along which wasn't as often as he liked if he was honest with himself.

As he worked he glanced over at Sasha taking in the slumped position and the nibbling on his finger nails. Sasha was definitely nervous about the next day. He usually only wanted grilled cheese when he was sick or nervous about something. Poor kid had practically had grilled cheese coming out of his ears during the 2008 election. He was incredibly shy and was used to being left to himself by the rest of the country but then Palin came along Alaska was suddenly thrust into the spotlight. They'd all tried to shield Sasha as much as possible the hoopla and everything that came with it was hard for them to do it completely. They'd managed mostly but then the whole thing with Palin's comments about Russia had exploded...and things went swiftly downhill from there. America had thought he'd never be able to talk the boy out from under his bed. Now things were finally starting to calm down again with Alaska once again slipping from the main public consciousness, left to it's own devises with it's strange mix of normal people who had somehow managed to find themselves there, fringe elements, nature lovers, oil people and insane fishermen.

America grinned slightly, he hoped it never changed.

With a flourish he plated Sasha's sandwich, cut diagonally but with the crust on, added some chips and some pickles and glass of chocolate milk and then did the same for himself settling back down into his seat and digging in. They ate in silence for a few minutes before America's nature got the better of him and he started to search around for something to talk about that they hadn't already talked about a thousand times.

"You excited for tomorrow?" he asked with a grin.

"Yeah sure..." Sasha said with a shrug. He took a small bite of his sandwich, chewed it slowly and then put it down and grabbed his milk and took a sip. America waited him out he knew that Sasha had more to say he was just processing how best to say it. "Dad," he finally said softly. "Are there going to be...a lot of people there tomorrow? I saw a documentary on TV about the UN and...there were a lot of people..." he trailed off nervously.

"No," America hurried to reassure him. "It's not going to be a full general assembly or anything like that. It's just an un-official nations only meeting of just the G8."

"Okay...good..." Sasha said sounding relieved.

"You'll even know most of the people there, you've met a lot of them..." America trailed off raising an eyebrow expectantly.

Sasha made a face but answered the unasked pop quiz question all the same. "There's you and Uncle Matt," he started ticking the names off on his fingers, he grinned slyly as he added the next name. "Grandpa England..."

"Oh yeah, he'll be there," America answered with a full grin breaking out over his face. "And make you call him that as often as possible around the others...preferably when I'm around to witness his reaction as well..."

"Francis," Sasha continued after they'd shared a laugh over the expression on England's face at being called Grandpa in front of the others. "He'll be there and Japan...Germany and Italy and...Russia..."

"Yep, you've got them all," America said pushing forward trying not to hear the note in Sasha's voice as he mentioned Russia. "There might be a few others I'm not sure if they've invited anyone else but maybe China and Mexico...not too many more I'm sure we're just going over some stuff that needs to be smoothed out before the next full world meeting."

"'K..." Sasha said absently nibbling at his sandwich. America steeled himself for the question he knew was coming next. The subject he was hoping to avoid until the last minute because he wasn't really sure how to respond to it. Sasha lifted his eyes to meet America's, they were wide and violet just like his other father's on a face that echoed Russia's as well. Though the soft hopeful expression on Sasha's face wasn't one that you often saw on Russia's. "Will...Papa actually be there as well...or will he send someone in his place?"

"He'll be there," America admitted after a long moment. "Unless something has changed since the last time I was in contact with his office."

"Good," Sasha said his face lighting up at the thought. "It's been a few weeks since the last time I saw him."

"Sasha..." America said tentatively not wanting to ruin his son's happiness but knowing that it couldn't be avoided. "You know this is a business meeting right..."

"Yeah," Sasha nodded his face getting a little serious.

"We're all going to be busy with stuff and he might...he might not have a lot of time for...personal stuff..." America hedged around the subject.

Truth was he didn't know how Russia would react to Sasha in public. It was the first time they would be together around someone other then America or Canada. He knew that Russia cared for his son, more then he had ever thought was possible if he was honest with himself, but that was in private. Things with Russia were always different in private. In private they almost managed to be civil with each other, to talk to each other like real people, to even agree once in a while. But in public Russia barely gave him the time of day and scoffed at almost ever suggestion he brought to the table. There was no way to tell it Russia would treat Sasha like his son or just something else that he had shared with America. Something to be ignored...even hated.

"I know," Sasha said, deflating slightly as he picked up the undertone in America's words. "But at least I'll get to see him...say hi...maybe give him the pictures I've drawn for him since I last saw him. I won't bother him though...if he doesn't want me around...I promise."

Sasha nibbled at his sandwich for a few more bites and then dumped the rest uneaten on his plate. America made him finish his pickles and his milk before allowing him to leave the table. He watched Sasha walk slowly out of the kitchen and through the living room heading back towards his bedroom and sighed. He finished his own plate and pulled Sasha's over towards him picking absently at it as his thought traveled far away across the ocean towards the nation who had been such a big part of his life in both good and bad ways. His eyes slipped shut and he found himself mouthing a silent prayer before he even realized it.

Please let Russia behave tomorrow. Because heaven help him if he hurt their son America was going to kill him...truce and slowly being repaired political relationship be damned.

TBC