I don't own Hetalia! end/AN/

"I have five super mega blasters."

America blinked sleepily, at first thinking it was a dream, until he spotted the tiny micronation in front of him.

"That's great, Mol," he muttered trying to see through his bleariness at the clock. When he could finally make it out, it said 5:23 AM.

"I can just shoot and shoot and shoot, until you're so wet you die," Molossia said, a strangely solemn look on his face. His eyes lit up as he added, "It's like, pchew, pchew, pchew!"

America pulled his pillow over his head, saying, "Molossia, go back to bed. You shouldn't be up so early…"

"But I gotta get the bad guys!" Molossia protested, and an ice cold drop of water fell on America's naked back.

"Yeeeh!" America nearly screamed. He turned to see that Molossia was indeed decked out with all of his water guns. Maybe that hadn't been the best present for him after all.

Molossia pointed his guns at him. "If you give me peanut butter and jelly pancakes, I'm not going to get you."

"Mol, if you shoot me with that, you're going in the corner," America warned. That was all he got to say before ice cold water started soaking through his blanket.

America arose from the bed, cold and entirely irritable. "Molossia!"

Molossia yelled back, "It was China! I know him really good, and he came here and made me get you wet!"

"Arms confiscation," America said, and began to unload Molossia of his weapons.

"But, but! It was Prussia! He's a really sneaky guy!" Molossia clung to his water guns, until America pried them away.

"Mol, what have we said about lying and blaming people you barely even know?" America groggily muttered.

"You said not to do it, but it really was Prussia, he's evil!" Molossia clung to the last of his guns. When America took it, he burst into tears.

"It's what you get for waking me up early and shooting me," America said. "Natural consequences, Mol."

"You're mean and I hate you!" Molossia sobbed, and he went running to his room.

America yawned, and got a new blanket.

Molossia would see sense after he cried himself out.

And anyways, he had two more hours to sleep before he had to get up…

/AN/ Just a quick drabble. Very much based on my little bro, who is no longer that little but was a hoot when he was. Hope y'all enjoyed it!