Things had been going so well.
"Mattie, check this out!"
They were at the zoo; a well-kept one, if rather small and almost entirely without any other clientele. The animals seemed happy, at least. And it was a late weekday afternoon. For all they knew the place was booming on weekends.
Honestly the brothers had been looking for something fun to do that wouldn't get them arrested or some other kind of trouble. Prussia was still on probation by his boss after being deported for the second time from North America, and it'd taken so much pleading and ass-kissing to convince both the President and Prime Minister that neither twin had been involved that they were hesitant to even disappear as Nations were wont to do when there was nothing the government wished to be done.
In their scramble to appear at least somewhat law-abiding and benign, they'd stumbled across this zoo.
Then they saw the petting zoo.
Squealing, America practically launched himself over a low chicken wire fence and into a pile of fluffy white rabbits.
He'd always had a bit of a thing for rabbits.
Chuckling, Matthew couldn't help but take pictures with his phone. Then someone, a rather-ahem-husky security guard barked, "Hey, you can't do that!"
America sat up in surprise, a rabbit clinging to his head eliciting laughter from the children who were watching this funny man roll around with the bunnies in the pen. He stood up, sized up the red-nosed security guard, and promptly scooped up a bunch of rabbits and dashed off yelling, "FREEDOM!"
An hour later, he'd been caught. However it had taken most of the security staff to bring him down. Now America was in a small holding cell, covered in greenish smudges with sticks in his hair from hiding in bushes. Canada sat in the plastic chair the staff had been kind enough to provide for him, shaking his head.
"What possessed you to do that, exactly?"
America just shrugged, smile unhindered by his circumstances. "One of the kids looked bored. Thought I'd give him a show."
Canada recalled the laughter from kids and parents alike as they videotaped the proceedings. Then he smiled. "I think it worked. But your boss probably won't be so amused. We were supposed to behave."
"Ah, well," America made a flippantly dismissive gesture. "Can't please everyone."
The northern twin rolled his eyes. "That's certainly never stopped you from trying."
Here begins a series of unconnected drabbles mostly consisting of stuff too short to be stories that I have saved on my computer, because why not? Don't know how long it will end up running, nor can I possibly broadcast the frequency of updates. Shouldn't really matter because they can all stand alone, pretty much.
Later dudes. ^J^
