Texas was hanging out with his friends at Tito's house, but not because he liked Tito, because keeping your enemies close is good.

Yeah, that's it.

Texas also had California with him, and she was having a nice time sleeping.

"What does she do....?" Philip asked.

"She's a baby, she sleeps and cries and giggles sometimes. And also she can communicate with wolves, and I think she might be able to control the wind," Texas said.

"Of course she can! She's a girl!" Nekomi exclaimed. Tito nodded his head, before pulling Bruno aside.

"Tell Texas that Cali wants to be my sister," Tito said.

"Mhm? How much are you paying me?" Bruno asked.

"Um.... I have a pack of gum?" Tito said.

"Deal," Bruno said. Bruno walked up to Texas, and with his consent, placed his hand on Californias head. Everyone was silent for a moment, when suddenly, Bruno sighed.

"She says she doesn't want to be your sister anymore," Bruno said.

"What?!?" Texas exclaimed.

"She wants to be a criminal. With Tito," Bruno said. Texas was shocked into silence.

"Wow... you think you know someone..... fine, take her, I don't even care anyway," Texas said, handing over his sister and walking away.

"Wow, He's so cool! He didn't even shed a tear!" Nekomi exclaimed.

But he did.

He shed a lot on the long walk home.

Especially since he didn't know where he was going.

Eventually Puerto Rico found him.

"Why are you always wherever I go?" PR said, before realizing Texas was crying. "O-oh... uh oh... it's ok kid, c'mere," PR said, kneeling down and giving Texas a hug. "What's wrong? Where's Cali? Weren't you two just at Italys house?"

"Cali is a no good traitor a-and... and," Texas cried. "Why do I miss people who hurt me?" Texas asked. PR died inside because he was really tempted to say that one response from that one Jack Stauber video. However, he resisted the urge to call Texas a dumb little stupid little dumb dumb.

"Emotions are difficult to navigate at times... but what did Cali do? She's just a baby," PR said.

"She told me she didn't wanna be my sister anymore," Texas said.

"But she can't talk yet...?" PR said.

"I know, Bruno told me," Texas said.

".....miércoles.... C'mon, let's get you home," PR said.

When they got home, PR explained what happened to America and Mexico, who at this point kinda expected something hilariously stupid to happen. While Mexico comforted Texas, America went to call Italy on Texas's balcony (something I forgot to mention in the house tour, but it's this)

A: Italy?

I: yeah, I got Cali with me right now, how do you guys get her to stop crying?

A: that sounds like her hungry cry

I: oh, ok, I have some baby formula

A: Wait really? Do you have a baby?!

I: Hah, nah, I think Tito is enough for me right now, Mexico told me which baby formula you guys use so I decided to get some whenever Cali's over just in case.

A: AH

I: you ok?!

A: I just got a big happy from that

I: serotonin boost?

A: that's the word. Sorry, ever since I got paternity leave It's been harder to phase out of five-year-old talk

I: I know, it's adorable. You were hanging out with Philipa the other day and she told me that when the taxi that drove you guys to the bar left, you said 'say bye-bye taxi!' And she said it subconsciously. We've all been put under a spell I call 'the parent trap,'. It's like age regression but with the added bonus of sleep deprivation and glee every time our kids do something hilariously adorable.

A: honestly, I'm loving being a dad, but boy is Texas a difficult kid... he's not bad, just sometimes it's hard to manage, y'know? And my dad wants to help, but he doesn't really know how because he was primarily just a figure of comfort and love when I was a kid, while my grandpa was the iron fist of torture... and I'm glad my son has a loving grandpa, but none of us know exactly how to keep him out of trouble

I: I get that, but at least your kid wants to be a good kid... Tito wants to be a criminal. He's luckily very sweet at heart, he just tries to act cool. I just hope he grows out of it by the time he's a teen...

A: yeah... um, if you don't mind me asking... how's Francesco?

I:.... Y'know... he's not talking to me, and last I checked, he's in rehab... he doesn't answer when I call either... I really do hope Tito doesn't become his brother.

A: I'm sorry Italy... and I know Tito is a great kid at heart. Texas won't shut up about him and how he's his 'nemesis'... Heh, how long until those two realize they're friends?

I: beats me... hey, you sound a bit tired, everything ok?

A: yeah, yeah, Cali has just been less sleepy lately, and Texas seems to have more nightmares than usual... and with Canada back home, me and Mexico barely have any time together without the kids... it's not that I'm mad, it just gets a bit tiring... and I'll be back at work full time soon enough...

I: sounds like you need a break, I'll tell you what, you send Texas over here for a sleepover, I'll keep him and Cali overnight, and you can pick him up tomorrow morning

A: really? That would be nice, but you don't have to. Besides, Texas is kinda upset with Cali and Tito right now, I'm not sure how I'd get him excited to go over to your house.

I: Hmm...... I got an idea.....

A few minutes later, America walked into Texas's room with a panicked expression.

"Texas, it's for you," America said, giving Texas his phone. Texas held it up to his ear, and heard California crying.

Te: CALI! Are you ok?!

Ti: HAHAHAHA!! I have your sister and am using her magic for evil!! She trained a pack of wolves to do my bidding, and imma... uh... imma do something illegal!!

Te: no! I won't allow it!

Ti: well, if you really wanna stop me... COME AND GET ME!!! MUAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

"DAD!! Start the car!!" Texas exclaimed. America smiled.

"You got it,"