Fourth of July! Yay!
Happy birthday to my beautiful America! I could not only write an entire book of fanfictions starring you, but of original works (like poems) too! We're a very young country, but we still have a lot to be proud of! Sure, America's not perfect, but if you're looking for somewhere or something perfect, you're out of luck. America's a really great country, and I'm lucky to live here.
My family celebrated the Fourth of July by watching the fireworks show in San Francisco! They were amazing, just like my country!
I could literally write an essay about how great America is, but since you guys didn't come here for that...
"Dammmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmit," America cursed angrily as he dropped his suitcase on his foot.
Whimpering in pain, he looked to North Korea for sympathy. The Asian barely spared him an apathetic glance. He was carrying a soaking wet South Korea on his back.
The cheerful Korean had fallen asleep on the plane and no matter how many bottles of water were dumped on him when they landed in Washington DC, he just would not get up. His pulse and sleep-talking had been the only things assuring North Korea and America that he was still alive.
The three nation personifications had gone on vacation together to Hawaii in a back-door peace effort that a frustrated China had organized. It had been more fun than America had expected, plus he had ended up with some good blackmail photos of Hyung Soo in a Hawaiian hula skirt and a hot pink lei.
Of course, he had missed most of the Fourth of July, but he tried to tell himself that getting to spend time fostering international peace was worth it. It really sucked that no one even thought to wish him happy birthday though. Maybe nobody really liked him, but he thought he did have some friends...
A roar of frustration from North Korea shook America out of his thoughts and startled many passersby.
"What's wrong?" He asked, in Korean, of course.
He had a buttload of immigrants. It wouldn't make sense if he didn't know a buttload of foreign languages.
"Our Uber driver made a mistake and ended up in Nevada," North Korea growled, furiously shoving his phone into his pocket.
"Floriiiida," South Korea sleep-moaned.
North Korea's eye twitched. America blinked. What the heck? Nevada? Florida?
This was going to be a long night.
"Dammmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmit," England, cursed angrily as he dropped a box of party decorations on his foot.
Hissing in pain and clutching his foot, he furiously hopped around the guilty and now abandoned box.
China scoffed at England from where he and some other nations were setting up the buffet. "Don't be a baby, Opium. And I've found another reason for us to say 'dammit.' Little Hyung Soo just called saying their Uber driver is in Nevada."
Israel, who was hanging party streamers, looked an odd mixture between concerned, furious, and confused. "Nevada? But... didn't they land in D.C.?"
"People are stupid," China grumbled. "Who wants to go pick him up? And no, Italies, not you two."
The two personifications of Italy looked like they were going to cry, except Romano was scowling while looked near tears. Two bottom lips wobbled.
Germany went over to soothe them with a frustrated sigh.
England rolled his eyes at their childishness. But none of the other nations were much better. A heated debate was beginning to rise up about who was capable enough to drive to the airport without getting arrested, lost, or cause some other disaster.
England gave his input (it shouldn't be the Stupid Frog, a.k.a. Francis Bonnefoy, a.k.a. the personification of France) but somehow he couldn't put his heart into the argument. They were holding a 4th of July birthday party for America- the day was a constant reminder of how his little brother had left him. His little brother who he had played with and soothed during storms. His little brother who had loved England when he felt like no one else did.
"Angleterre!" The Frog shouted, startling the Englishman out of his thoughts. "Mathieu and I are going to pick America up! Do you want to come?"
The Brit quickly nodded. "Of course! Eh... not that I want to... I just don't want you to get arrested again, that's all! Not that I care about you, I just-"
"We get it, you're tsundere," Mexico snapped, carrying a platter of food over to the buffet. "Now hurry up! And remember to keep the party a secret!"
"I am not tsundere!" England roared as Canada and France teamed up to drag him over to the car before he could start a fight like a drunk guy in a bar.