Okay, this is probably gonna just collect dust on my hardrive, so, if I do end up posting this, I'm not gonna edit this, so you get it raw. So, READ ON!

"Race ya!" I yelled to my sister as I shot off to the Lincoln Memorial.

"No way are you beating me!" Rachel yelled as she ran after me.

"Ha ha ha! I'm gonna totally laugh like America and run away as if you are Iggy!(*1)" I laughed out. I ran faster, as if my life depended on it, while my brown hair flew behind me.

"I'm gonna chase you while shouting madly as if you were America!" She wheezed out as her dirty blonde hair got in her face. I ran up the steps and ran to where Lincoln's foot is. I hid behind his shoe. I then saw two guys talking to each other. Rachel found me, but I covered her mouth and pulled her down. I put my finger over my lips and pointed to the two guys. The first guy had blonde hair to his shoulders with a curl coming out of his head with a bear while wearing a parka. The second guy also had blonde hair, but shorter, had a gravity defying curl on his head, and wore a bomber jacket. Where we were hiding, we could see and here them perfectly.

"You forgot my last 425 birthdays, how can you forget this birthday? It's two days away from yours, Al." The guy with long hair said.

"It's not my fault. You're easy to forget, Matt." The guy with shorter hair said. Rachel gasped quietly. She took out her phone and typed something on there. She then gave me the phone.

'Is that America and Canada?'

I erased what she wrote and quickly typed back a response.

'Well, yeah. I mean, who else would talk like that and look like that?'

Her eyes looked at mine with doubt laced in her gaze. I turned my gaze and went back to 'stalking' America and Canada. The bear at Canada's feet caught their attention.

"People." The bear said and pointed his paw in that direction. They looked at us shocked. We stared back.

"C-Cana-Canada." I studdered out.

"And Amer-Americ-ca." Rachel followed. Her phone dropped, but we didn't notice.

"Run Rachel!" I took her hand and ran down the steps.

"Wait, Michelle! My cell is back in there 'cause it's not in my pocket. We have to go back!" She struggled out of my grip. I shook my head and gripped her hand tighter.

"Not right now! It's too risky. Plus there's people looking at us." I turned right and went into some trees. We ended up face planting the ground in front of our parents.

"There you guys are. C'mon, we're going to go back now." Our mom said. We got up and followed them back to our house. We kept looking over our shoulders the whole time when our parents weren't looking.

~L~O~O~K~~A~~L~I~N~E~~B~R~E~A~K~

When we went home, we went to our room. We share a room. Rachel has half and I have the other half.

Rachel's half has pink wallpaper, the bed is like a bunk bed, but the bottom bunk is a desk, and a white dresser. She has stuff and clothes all over her pink and white polka-dotted floor.

My half is painted black with random splotches of paint on it. The bed is the same as Rachel's, a cherry wood dresser, and a blue floor. I clean up my side of the room, though.

As I sat on my bed, my cell phone started ringing my annoying tune when I get a text message.

"I'm awesome, I'm awesome. Yo, dude I'm awesome and you're not! Like a boss! Kesesese!"

I still can't believe I recorded that. The 'Kesesese' sounds almost like Prussia. It's scary. I opened my phone to see the text.

"Rachel, stop texting me when you can talk." I told her.

"I told you I dropped my phone when we were running away from America and Canada." she said, not looking up from writing.

"Then who texted this?" I asked. She got up.

"Let me see."

"Hold on, I didn't even open the text, yet." I told her as I opened the phone. I gasped and dropped the phone. She gave me a weird look and took the phone.

"Oh my pasta." she said as her jaw dropped.

Recieved from: Rockin' Rach

'Do you know who we are?'

~W~H~A~T~~T~H~E~~H~E~L~L~?~

We looked at the text for about ten minutes. I then started typing.

Sent to: Rockin' Rach

'Im thinkin this is Canada

...In America

So that's how you get a signature.'

"I'm awesome, I'm awesome. Yo, dude I'm awesome and you're not! Like a boss! Kesesese!"

Recieved from: Rockin' Rach

'Yes. So you do know who we are?'

Sent to: Rockin' Rach

'Ya, we do. Does her background image make that fact obvious?

...In America

So that's how you get a signature.'

Recieved from: Rockin' Rach

'Yo ths is USA. Wut did u do 2 make mattie blush?'

Sent to: Rockin' Rach

'Just look at the background of her phone.

...In America

So that's how you get a signature.'

Recieved from: Rockin' Rach

'Y do u hav a pic of me n mattie kissin?'

Sent to: Rockin' Rach

'You would have 2 ask Rach

...In America

So that's how you get a signature.'

Recieved from: Rockin' Rach

'This is Canada again. Just meet us at the library on 8th street. Dont respond. G2G.'

I started laughing. I dropped the phone on my bed.

"What's so funny?" Rachel asked.

"They saw you're background image of them kissing! Ha ha ha!" I started clutching my sides. She frowned and took the phone. Her frown deepened with every text.

"Why did you tell them?" she asked while blushing.

"Hey, it's not my fault. But, we're going to the library tomorrow." I said.

"K, g'night." Rach said.

"Night." I responded.

~L~I~S~T~E~N~I~N~G~~T~O~~P~A~R~A~M~O~R~E~

I looked at myself in the mirror. I was wearing a Call of Duty: Black Ops T-shirt, shorts that go to my knees, green and blue stockings that go to my knees, and black steel-toe boots. My hair was in a ponytail on the side of my head with a Norway clip on the other side of my head.

Rachel was wearing a pink and black striped long-sleeve shirt, A white skirt, and flipflops. Her hair was straightened to her blades with a clip in it.

I got my cellphone, red 'Canada' sweat-shirt, and put my red contacts in. I put money in my pocket and started towards the door.

"Wait for me!" Rachel shouted as she got her house keys. She locked the door, and we started walking towards 8th street.

~J~I~Z~Z~~I~N~~M~Y~~P~A~N~T~S~

"Where are they?" Rachel asked.

"Be quiet and read something. We're in a library." I said and went back to my book.

"I don't like reading, though!" she complained.

"It's not my fault. Here, read this." I tossed her a book.

"This, is The Cat in the Hat. I'm not reading this." She deadpanned.

"Read it, or get kicked out." I said with seriousness in my face while reading my book.

"I'd rather read that then what you call a book." she said as she pointed to my book.

"Don't be hating on And Then There Were None." I said.

"Nice shirt." I heard someone say. I looked up to see America and Canada in all their glory.

"Thanks." I said with an eyebrow raised. They sat down across from me and Rachel. Rachel didn't notice them because she finally complied to reading The Cat in the Hat and she was engrossed in the book. America got behind her.

"Boo."

"Ah!" she screamed and would have fell back if America wasn't gripping her chair, but his laughing isn't helping him. I sighed and Canada face-palmed.

"Siblings, right Canada?" I asked. He looked at me as if unsure if I said his name.

"Umm, yeah. I guess." He replied. Rachel's head popped up from the floor.

"Did I hear Canada speak or am I going insane?" she asked.

"You heard him, though I think you already are insane." I muttered the last sentence to myself.

"Oh my gosh! Canada is so moe and kawaii!" she squealed as she magically materialized next to Canada. I pulled her arm into her seat.

"Down girl." I said sternly. She pouted but complied nonetheless. America and Canada sat down.

"Okay, down to business." Canada said.

(*1) This is a reference to one of the episodes. The one where Iggy was sleeping at the meeting, and he's like 'Oh America, did you wet the bed again?' and then America hits him in the head and runs of laughing with England right behind him shouting angrily

And, cut! That was a lot. I think that America would type like that because, well, he's America, what do you expect?