"UGHHHHHHHHHHH I HATE YOUR BL*ODY GUTS!" England screamed, tightly grasping the letter between his shaking fingers. His scarf went wild in the winter wind, as if reflecting his anger.
It wasn't any ordinary letter. It was...it said...it said...
Yo Iggy!
Like I am having another EPIC CHRISTMAS PARTY my house! Starts 5pm, ends 1 am! WOO-HOO! I invite you to come! Here are the things you need to bring:
Hamburgers
Cheeseburgers
Bacon Cheeseburgers
Bacon Hamburgers
Bacon Cheeseburgers w/ Sesame seeds
Double Beef Cheeseburgers
Triple Beef Cheeseburgers
Hamburgers that actually have ham in them
Super Beef Cheeseburgers
Burgers
Extra Bacon Cheeseburgers
Streamers
Yeah! So like R.V.S.P. by sometime! Bad things will happen if you don't come!
~THE HERO!
England did notice that America wrote "R.V.S.P." instead of "R.S.V.P."...just like last year. England also noticed that he was being forced to provide all of the food for the party...just like last year. England also noticed very well that America was forcing him to go to the party by threatening him...just like last year...
Groaning and rolling his eyes, he ran his gloved fingers over the rest of the mail. He had decided to go for a nice walk through the winter streets in the morning. When he'd returned to his residence, he had decided to look through the mailbox just to see if there was anything important. There were a few reminders from Germany telling him about the next world conference, hate letters from France, random ads, and then...America's stupid letter. It wasn't even in an envelope. There were handwritten words spelling "READ THIS!" scrawled all over it. England did read it. England's day was ruined.
Knowing the time to be near lunch by now, England sighed heavily, slammed his mailbox shut, and stomped through his perfectly-cleared-of-snow driveway that he was very proud of. A nearby bush rustled slightly, as if reflecting the angry turbulence in his mind. After scraping his black boots on the doormat, he entered the house and hung up his long coat. Underneath, he wore a plain green dress shirt and black pants. It was rather cold inside until he kindled a warm, red flame in the fireplace.
"HI ENGLAND!" A green blur whizzed down the stairs into England's neck, giving him a warm embrace and knocking the air out of him.
"Ah! Oh, it's you, Flying Mint Bunny!" England completely forgot his anger and laughed, hugging the rabbit back. Then its wings flapped and it took flight, and it flew in circles around England's head like an insect, giggling the entire time.
"Haha, calm down!" England cried, laughing. The bunny flew onto a wooden table where it sat down, motionless now, like one of those stone statues that guard the entrances of buildings.
"Better?" Flying Mint Bunny asked teasingly.
"Yes. Thank you. Now, I'll make us and the rest of them something to eat," England replied. By "them" he meant the other magical creatures that resided in his house. Those other magical creatures were currently playing outside in the winter snow, rolling around in the white, sparkling powder and throwing snowballs at each other until someone got hurt.
Back in the house, it was not until England had prepared the cutting board that he remembered America's little letter.
Ugh...England thought. I wonder if there could be a way to avoid America's party without having bad things happen...His mind wandered, dangerously lost in thought as his hands hastily sliced broccoli with a sharp knife.
I could cast some kind of memory spell on him...Yes, yes, that will make him forget I'm supposed to go to his stupid party...England devised, the knife wandering close to his left hand.
England looked down at his fingers and saved his left hand from being chopped off.
Hm...he thought. What about sending a bunch of ghosts to haunt his house? Then he'll be too busy screaming with terror and the party will be forgotten! No, I can see some flaws in that plan...How about-! No, that won't work...if only I could-
"IGGY!" a voice broke through the house.
"Urk!" England yelled. There was a chink as the knife went straight through the wooden cutting board. England looked around wildly. Flying Mint Bunny was gone.
"Who was that?" England shouted suspiciously.
"Me!" Little America cheered and dashed towards England, arms outstretched for a hug.
"ACK!" England yelled, as Little America literally leaped into England's arms. (Luckily, England was no longer holding the knife.)
"Hahaha! Hi, Iggy!" Little America giggled in that young, childish voice.
"What in the world?!" England muttered, thoroughly confused. The last time he checked, America was...taller...
"What are you making?" Little America asked, his innocent eyes gazing onto the wooden cutting board that had a knife stabbed into it.
"Uh...broccoli." England replied, stuttering.
"Ooooh..." Little America gazed at the broccoli, curious and interested. Then he leaped out of England's arms and ran into the house.