Like Light Sabers, Only Better
Canada stared at the pair of boxes his southern neighbour was holding. Then he raised his amethyst eyes to meet his brother's clear sky blue and tried not to get swept away by his disarming smile.
"Why?" He asked, unsure of how else to phrase his question. He gestured vaguely towards the boxes, hoping the normally daft blond would get the hint.
America's grin grew broader. "Aren't they cool? I saw these and just knew I had to get 'em! I figured you and me could have a little fun with these babies."
A strangled choking sound escaped Canada's throat. "I- you- what?"
"It'll be like having a pair of small light sabers!" America said enthusiastically. "We can battle with them! In the dark! C'mon, Mattie. You're the only one who will do stuff like this with me. Please say yes." His bottom lip stuck out in a pout as he gazed at his brother pleadingly. "Please, Mattie?"
Canada said nothing for a moment. He was having a difficult time comprehending the way America's mind worked. In the end, after an aggravated sigh slipped past his lips, he gave in and decided to go along with his brother's idea. "Fine. Whatever."
"You can have the red one!" America announced, shoving the box into Canada's hands. "I get the green one, cuz that's the color for the good guys! And since I'm a hero, that makes me one of the good guys!"
While America eagerly ripped open his box and withdrew his "light saber", brandishing it in the air and laughing like a madman, Canada cautiously opened his. He stared at his own weapon for a moment, not really wanting to touch it. But then America shouted "en garde!" and smacked him on the cheek with his and all bets were off. Canada removed his red "light saber" from the box quickly and chased after his brother, determined to get revenge.
America managed to dodge his attacks as he hit the light switch, sending them into darkness. The only light came from their dimly glowing "weapons" and the digital clock hanging on the wall.
Canada lunged.
America dodged, still laughing. He reached out, trying to hit Canada's arm, but missed. In retaliation, Canada finally managed to smack America on the shoulder.
The Great White North began to giggle as their game continued, even as their "light sabers" began to dim. Just as he was really starting to get into it, the door swung open and in walked England, who was ranting on the phone to someone.
The European Nation froze, his eyes going wide and his jaw going slack, as he took in the scene before him. Without so much as a word to the person on the other end of the line, he snapped his phone shut and pressed his lips into a thin line.
Canada quickly hid his weapon behind his back, feeling like a chastised colony all over again. America, on the other hand, just let his arms fall to his side as he frowned, disappointed their game had been interrupted.
"What the bloody hell are you doing with those?" England asked once he found his voice.
"Having a light saber battle," America said, his tone suggesting it was no big deal.
"Yes, I figured as much," England snapped, lifting up a hand to rub his temples. He could already feel a migraine developing. "But why with… those?"
"Because what else are you supposed to do with glow-in-the-dark dildos?"
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