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"Hey, look at this," Canada said, looking at the wall as he and his brother came up next to the screen door.
"Huh?" America looked over and paled. "Is that... a spider?"
The Canadian reached for the broom nearby. "Yeah. Don't worry," he added, remembering that America seemed to live in mortal fear of the creatures. "I'll get it."
He took a swipe at it, not realizing the other blond was still standing nearby.
"Wait til I get off the porch!" The spooked 'hero' shrieked and ran halfway back up the drive, almost trampling Molossia in the process.
"What was it?" The (still intact) micronation asked.
Canada answered, trying not to laugh at his twin's panic. "Just a spider."
"What kind of spider? One of those granddaddy longlegs?"
"No," America huffed, coming back to the porch. "It was a spider spider. Freakin' terrifying."
"Oh, come on," Canada was practically choking on his laughter. "Maybe it was friendly."
Molossia grinned. "Maybe it wanted a hug."
America didn't find the situation amusing in the slightest. "Yeah, with its teeth," he muttered, and headed into the house.
Molossia turned to Canada, who seemed to be looking for something. "You don't know where it landed, do you?"
"Not a clue."
The pair looked into the house at America and could've sworn the spider waved to them as it clung to Nantucket.
'Uh oh.'