Next day was Tuesday. America had to go to school, and like normal.

He was dragged out of bed.

"JESSE I WILL SUE YOU—" America said as he was literally dragged out of bed.

"HAVE TO CATCH THE GLASSES FIRST!" Jesse said as he waved America's sunglasses in his face.

"YOU SON OF A—" America said, quickly getting out of bed chasing Jesse around the small cramped dorm.

They laughed, then they went into the kitchen.

Jesse was making breakfast today. He made some good sunny side up eggs.

Liam/America on the other hand, only knows how to make ramen and hot pockets.

But even, then he burns the ramen noodles under supervision.

As America sat down at the table in the kitchen, he pulled out his homework.

"Seriously? More homework? I thought I told you to do it a work yesterday." Jesse said, giving him the plate of eggs.

"How about...no? Cmon like, I was really busy yesterday."

"Speaking of this so called busy—"

"I am serious!" America said as Jesse sat down.

"Sure, just sure Liam."

"Also did Sean stop by the other day?"  America said as he stuffed his mouth.

"Dunno, said it was almost 4th of July."

Oooohhhhh. It was almost my real real birthday- America thought.

"Eh, maybe he just wanted to drop by. I did hang up on him of course."

"Um, why?"

"Calling me at work."

"Might as well put work on a bottle of water and call you an alcoholic dude."

"Har har."
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They already walked into class. Mexico Aka Isabella.

It was her birthday today 5th of May.

All of her friends were crowding her locker. Wishing her a happy birthday.

America watched this, back then France and Spain practically knew Mexico and America would end up together.

Now that Canada was with Ukraine that made the pressure even worse.

Liam walked up to her. Sighing, then.

"Isabella. How's Cinco De Mayo for ya?" He asked leaning against her locker.

"Happy birthday to me too Liam."

"Kidding! Kidding, swear—" Mexico slammed her locker door.

"Your weren't kidding. You never forgot my birthday Liam. Or should I call you—"

"Fine. I. Fucking. Forgot." America said, "Period."

She laughed a little, then sighed. "Why'd you forget?"

"Two reasons. I like someone—"

Mexico was ecstatic when she heard the news.

"OMG FINALLY! Who are they?" She asked jumping up and down.

He blushed slightly "I still dunno..It was all happening so fast." He said shrugging.

"Ugh, you better date them. For all we know we might as well have a forced marriage." She said mocking their parents.

"I mean..how bad could it be?"

"LIAM! You dork!" She said punching him in the elbow. They started walking to class, they still had a couple of minutes to spare.

The halls were empty for once, no students rushing. Odd.

"Hey, why isn't anyone around?"

"Dunno Merica'. Maybe they went to class early. But even that sounds off."

As soon as the passed a corner a tall man with a ushanka.

"That might be the problem— cmon we shouldn't mess with him." She said grabbing America's arm and pulling him into another hallway of the school.

"Why?"

She sighed, and looked both ways.

"You really wanna know?" She asked raising one eyebrow.

"Yes. That is why I asked Isabella." He said, kinda pissed off.

"He murdered his mother."
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"Woah Woah. Slow your roll Isa, we don't even know that's true." America assured Mexico as they ran down the hallway.

"You wanna know? Like really really?" She asked once more.

"Yes. Definitely. Absolutely." America said.

"Cmon I'll take you to the history hall" she said pointing her head in the direction.

"That's a thing—" America said as he was pulled by his arm.

"Yes! Cmon!" America was running as quickly as Mexico was.

They still had their heavy books with them, and Mexico was acting as if she wasn't carrying anything.

As they arrived in that hallway. They saw the portraits, but they weren't humans.

They were just like them.

"Woah..its every picture of the past..to humans these must look so different"

((Drawing of Mexico as Boy as Modern Mexico looks at the drawing))

"Yeah...different.." She said, gently stoking the portrait.

America looked at his technically father but it's super super complex.

"Mhm. But we know this stuff! Why are we here?"

Mexico pointed at another portrait. One with the Russian Empire.

"Russia, that kid with the ushanka? This is his mom," she said walking up to the portrait. To others it might've been a boy.

But you could see the defined feminine features if you were like these two.

"Why'd he do it?" America asked, Mexico looked down at the floor.

The next portrait was with 1854 Mexico and Texas.

She looked down at the floor, to see her flag, Spain's, France's , America's, Confederacy's and Texas.

She stepped on her old flag in horror.

"Why'd you do that?"

"Let's just fucking go."

"But you haven't told me why he killed his mom- if I like him I need to know!" America said yelling at her.

"Good luck with him Ames, I am done. We can't be friends if you like him."

She stormed out the history hall. Leaving America with his unsolved mystery.