Chess
America was in a totally amazing mood this morning! First all his kids were at summer camp so no rowdy kids for two months, then animals on his land, for once, hadn't attacked him, and finally, no babies on the plane. Now he was early for a meeting with time to spare for McDonalds! Nothing could ruin this day!
"Good Morning America."
Except, possibly, that.
America turned around to see England, who was smirking and holding a chess board.
"How about a game before the meeting?" he asked cockily.
America frowned. Usually, to hide his brains and to make it end quickly; he'd lose at chess and other games as suck purposely. With the other countries, usually, he didn't mind loosing and then being degraded with names but England was an ass when he won. Well not this time, not way, he was in a good mood, and nothing would change it.
America smiled to give a false sense of security. "Sure Iggy!" he beamed.
England let the name slide; he was going to win.
~20 mins later~
"Checkmate," America said, flicking the white king.
England face faulted. Their games usually lasted twenty minutes but he usually won! This had probably been the hardest game he'd ever played and he had centuries of practice!
"How?" England asked quietly, shocked.
America smiled and shrugged, cheekily. "Don't know. Maybe I was lucky this time!" he laughed. Lie.
England's eyes flashed. "Again!" he roared, fixing the pieces.
America glanced at the clock; ten minutes. He'd have to make it quick.
~Five games later~
England was pulling his hair out. "Again!" he barked.
America frowned; this was starting to bite him. "But Iggy we're already late for the meeting! Germany's gonna bite us in the butt if we miss any more!" he said.
America stood up to leave, this had to end or they'd be there all night.
"I'll pay you!" England screamed. America paused. "I'll pay you; play me again."
America internally smirked. "You'll only hurt yourself Iggy," America teased, taking a seat.
~An Hour Later~
"Vhere the hell are those two?!" Germany demanded.
Just as he finished, the doors opened; everyone turned to look. America stood, his happy, cheery self with a large burlap sack over his shoulder. Next to him, or rather his feet, was a sobbing England who was dragging himself into the room, towards his chair. Everyone looked at the high nation and the dramatically depressed nation confusion.
"Hey dudes!" America announced, waving.
"Where have you been Herr America? And what has happened to Herr England?" Germany asked.
"Oh we played some chess," America said casually; walking in, England's sobbing mess behind him.
America walked by China, giving him the green bag. "Here by the way," he said and continued to his chair.
China opened the bag in confusion. "Shénme aru?!" he poured its contents on the table. (what?!)
Everyone was shocked by the stacks of money. England gave a teary sob; giving up crawling.
"Where did you get that money?" France asked shocked.
China counted with his eyes. "This is enough to pay your debt aru!" he said shocked.
America laughed. "I'm just good at what I do!" he laughed; it kinda made everyone uncomfortable.
The countries leaned something that day: Don't challenge America to any strategy game.
And that is how America shall get out of debt.