I have kids so what? (Being Rewritten, May Have Different Title)

Chapter 5

Confederate pov.

I took the pissy brit into one of the now empty rooms and waited for him to talk.

"What's troublin' your biscuit?" I asked him, a honey sweet tone lacing my voice.

"Why should I talk to you?" Britain replied.

"Listen here buttercup, we are here, so that your pissy mood doesn't 'ffect the kids, so it's either you talk or I lock you in here till you 'cide to speak." I threatened with honey still lacing my voice. "So what's it gonna be Redcoat?" I shot him a questioning glare. 'Wonder if Union is havin' better luck with France.' I thought to myself, still waiting for the brit to say something.

~with America~

America pov.

Once we had made it to one of the farther room, I closed the door and looked at her.

"What's wrong?" I asked my adoptive mother.

"I don't know what to do with Britain, we've been lucky that he hasn't gone for the kids yet, and I'm doing my best to keep him in line, but I'm afraid my efforts aren't going to be enough soon." France voiced her concerns.

"I understand what you mean, but we need to keep a level head if we want him to listen." I told her, she nodded and was ready to walk back to the kitchen. I followed her out and saw Dixie locking the door he and Britain entered. "What happened?" I questioned my brother.

"He didn't wanna listen so I locked 'em in there." Confederate explained. I laughed at him.

"Let me talk to him, maybe I could get through to him." I told Dixie, "I need you to go with France though, make sure the others are alright and the kids start there homeschool soon." I told him, opening the door the brit was locked behind. Dixie did a playful salute and walked off. I entered the room with the angry brit and braced myself for an outburst. "What's wrong old man?" I asked almost impatiently.

"America child, please I know you don't like the situation but please try to accept my apology." Britain told me.

"I don't have to accept crap from you, I don't know why UN put you under my roof, but you better hope that my kids don't end your existence before the year ends." I told him not holding back. He shook in fear, and gluped. I nodded in satisfaction and walked out, heading to the kitchen. Britain followed behind me.

"What'd you say to 'em?" Dixie asked.

"The truth." I replied blankly. He chuckled and got some food in his plate, and I mirrored his actions. Once everyone finished eating, Delaware corralled his siblings into the living room, some of the older states sitting next to him, Dixe, Canada, Mexico and I walked over.

"Are you going to join us?" DC asked.

"Yeah, it's been a while since I helped teach you guys, and I'm pretty sure they can say the same." I replied, while motioning to the other three. We sat down near the couch and Delaware started the homeschooling process. We did this for a few hours, and helped the kids when ever they need it. I noticed that some of the kids were needing more help, than the others. I'm pretty sure Dixie picked up on it as well.

"Hey Delaware, some of the others have a slower pace than the rest, let's form two groups, 'cause you like to teach fast." Dixie spoke quietly to Dela. He nodded and paused his lecture. I stood up, and looked at my brothers and Mexico.

"Alright, Maple, Mexico and Dixie can you help me teach some of the kids? And I need, the southern states, territories, and the few in the mid west that need slower teaching to follow Dixie outside." I told them. The kids I called out made their way outside with Nada, Mexi, and Dixie behind them. "You're doing great Dela, we just need to remember that some need more help than others." I reassured my shaken son. He nodded and continued his lecture from where he left off. I walked outside and saw that the kids were split in groups. I walked over to a group that wasn't being taught yet.

"Hey dad, can you help us with this?" Wyoming asked.

"Let me see." I checked what they were working on, and saw that it was a hands on lesson. "I have an idea, follow me and bring your papers." I told them walking over to the woods. They quickly followed. "Alright Wyo, why don't you read the first question for me?" I ask my son.

"What is one way to survive in the wild?" He asked. I nodded and motioned them to follow me.

"Alright, it's all about survival, right? All you need to do is find a fresh water source and create a shelter near it, and for food you can find it everywhere out here." I told them, they nodded and wrote it down.

"Papa, can we get an example?" California asked.

"Of course, come with me." I told the kids. We walked a bit farther into the woods. "Alright, we found a small stream, do we follow it to a bigger one, or set camp here?" I asked them.

"Move farther in?" Colorado asked.

"Why?" I questioned back.

"The canopy is too thin, and won't provide enough shelter." Washington told us.

"That's good, follow the stream, till you find the dense canopy." I told them they nodded and I followed them through the forest, watching them take notes and answer some of the questions on the paper they have. I looked around and saw that the stream had widened a bit, and the canopy was thick enough. "Stop here. Look around." I told the kids. They did, and noticed everything.

"What's next dad?" Utah asked.

"Look at your papers, what is it asking you?" I told them.

"It wants us to explain how to make a shelter and a safe fire." California replied.

"Alright, to make a sturdy shelter, you need strong branches, and large leafs, then I need you to layer the branches and leafs until you have a sturdy roof that can hold my weight, and for the fire, I'll teach you how to do it, but for the fact that some of you catch fire frequently, I'll demonstrate it." I told them, everyone agreed and scattered near the site, to find the braches and leafs to build the shelter. Once they finished the roof, I walked over to test it, once I got on top of it, and it held up, I got down so I could demonstrate how to make a fire. "Alright, there is a few good ways to start a fire, but we need to dig a small hole first." I explained while digging the fire pit. "Once the hole is finished, you place the fire wood in the shape of a teepee, with dry shrubbery underneath it." I demonstrated to the kids. "Now, what's the next step?" I asked them.

"Start the fire?" Wyoming asked.

"Yup, now I have a way to light a fire. Here is a piece of bark, and a stick, I have a string here as well, combine those three things and you have a way to light a fire." I told them, spinning the stick on the bark, they watched as I grabbed a bit of the shrubbery from the fire pit and put it near the spinning stick, once I got a spark into the shrub, I put it back under the teepee of sticks. I blew on the piece with the spark until it started to burn. Once the fire officially lit, I stepped back. "There, a safe fire." I told the kids. Once they finished with the notes, I collected the papers and put the fire out. Once the fire was out I led the kids back to the house.