America grumbled. Britain got drunk the night before. He hated when Britain got drunk. They always ended up fighting in the morning. That particular morning was quite bad.

"Why do we need to fight?" America mumbled to himself. As he leaned against a tree and sat down, he heard something fall into the bushes.

Concerned, America stood up and went over to the bushes to inspect, to see what the noise actually was. After looking around a bit, America was about to give up on looking, when out of the corner of his eye, he saw something move. He quickly moved over to the spot, where he saw the thing move. Then he saw it, it was a tiny, newborn country.

"Hi," America said softly, trying not to spook the new country away. The tiny country looked up at America with a terrified look in her eyes. America felt bad for the little country, and tried to approach it. The country became frightened and quickly backed away.

America sat back and thought about what he would try next. Suddenly America's stomach growled. This scared the tiny country again. America slowly stood up, and removed his jacket.

"Please stay here," America asked the smaller country, as he set his coat on the ground. America then turned away and went to grab some fast food. As soon as America left, the small country went over to his coat and picked it up. It then wandered over to the tree and hid in America's jacket.

When America came back to the tree, holding a McDonalds bag, he looked around. When he saw his coat and the country was gone, he became slightly disappointed. Then he saw his coat, right next to the tree, but he didn't see the country. America then thought of something.

America quietly approached his coat and lifted it up slightly. Underneath was the small county. The small country was fast asleep. America smiled and gently lifted the coat, and the little country into his arms. As America sat down, the little country started to wake up. America grinned, held the country close, and cuddled it. The smaller country quickly awoke, started to cry, and fight America, trying to get loose.

"Hey, hey, calm down!" America explained. The tiny country started to shake. America tried to calm the country down by offering it some freedom fries. The country stared at the food trying to figure out what it was.

"Watch me," America started out, "It's food." He then ate a couple of the freedom fries and offered the tiny country some. The little country took the fries from America and ate them. Wanting more, the little country tried to take the bag of food from America.

"Hey! Slow down!" America exclaimed with a big grin on his face. The tiny country huffed at America. America took a cheeseburger out of the bag. As he did, the smaller country tried to grab it out of his hands.

"Hey! No!" America scolded. The country looked at the bigger country with an upset look on her face. America unwrapped the burger, took a bite, then offered it to the smaller country. The country stared at the burger, then took a bite herself. She didn't like what she tasted, and expressed it very well.

America snuggled the tiny country and gave it the fries, and he ate the burger. The little country ate the fries quite quickly. America then realized it was getting late. He looked at the smaller country. America wanted to take the little country home with him, but he didn't know what Britain would do.

America's thoughts were interrupted by the tiny country, yawning and snuggling into him. America smiled. That was it, he was taking the little country home, no matter what Britain thought.