I don't own Hetalia!end/AN/

"Mol! Hey, Mol!" America picked up a pillow off the sofa, looking for the tyke. "If you want to go trick or treating, you have to come out."

Molossia promptly came out from behind the curtain, ramming into the back of America's legs.

"There you are!" America turned around, grinning at him.

"I a bee!" Molossia squeaked out excitedly, adding, "Bzzz bzzz!"

"That's right, you're a bee!" America laughed, picking him up and holding him over his head. He began making airplane noises, moving him around.

"No, no!" Molossia said, wiggling all his limbs. "Bee! Bzzzz!"

"Yeah, right, bee; bzzz!" America said, narrowly holding back laughter. He put him down, after the little guy had been giggling. "Now, I gotta take your picture, and then we'll head off!"

"Yeah," Molossia agreed, picking at his stripes. He had a large plastic stinger on his back, as well as little bee wings. Antennae waggled with every step and move he made.

It took only a moment to take the picture, and then America picked up Molossia. "Come on, I got the wagon ready. We gotta get lots of candy this year!"

Molossia laughed, as they walked out the door and to the waiting plastic wagon. It was covered in blankets, with a juice sippy cup in the cup holder. Molossia was quick to grab it, sucking the juice out as busily as if it were his job.

"Here we go!" America took off at a clip, down the street.

The first few houses were great. Molossia would open his grocery bag and say "Twicktweet!" and the moms and grandmas would just go crazy over how cute he was. Then, bingo, candy in the bag.

America pulled the rumbling wagon up one driveway. "Okay, here's another house. Mrs. O'Neil lives here, she's very nice-"

"BOO!" A teenager in a scary mask came out of nowhere, leaning into the wagon.

Molossia screamed.

The teenager was quickly joined by his other friends, all in scary costumes. "We're gonna getcha!"

"Merica!" Molossia screamed again, bursting into tears.

To say that the teenagers had roused the wrath of a god was only slightly exaggerated.

America caught two of them by the backs of their costumes, and they found they couldn't break free. "Hey! You dirty punks, don't scare my baby!" he practically growled at them, face as scary as their masks.

"Hey, man, it was just a joke!" the teenager pleaded, while Molossia wailed in the wagon.

"Yeah, well, not funny, dude!" America snapped. He ripped off the pair's masks, saying, "You won't be needing these."

"Dude's a psycho! Run!" The other teenagers had already run, but the two boys, once America's grip was on their masks, run like they were being chased by demons.

America shouted after them, "You scare any more kids, and I'll tell your parents!"

Then he turned back to Molossia, who was whimpering now. He picked him up in his arms, pulling him close. "It's okay Mol, it's okay… those were just some mean kids, not real monsters…"

"I know," Molossia blubbered, though he clearly hadn't thought so. "I just wanna have a haween!"

America rocked him, as his jacket got wet with tears. "It's all right, it's all right… I would never let anyone hurt you."

They stayed like that for a few more minutes, until Molossia was only sniffling.

"You wanna keep going?" America asked tentatively, knowing that Molossia was not a high strung kid, but it still could have been all he could handle.

"Yeah," Molossia said, "I wanna bzzz."

America laughed. "Okay. Come on, we have a few more houses to hit!"

And so they went to a few more houses, and when they got home, they both had their fill of candy.

/AN/ Gah, hope you liked it. I had a fun time writing it!