"Give it back!"

Turkey tauntingly waved my book out of my reach. He was, along with a few others, able to see me.

"Ha ha Canada, come and get it!"

I looked around desperately for someone who could help. America? No, he was boasting about something to England. Cuba? No, he was busy sticking pins into an America doll. That was it, there was no one else on the bus who could help him, heck, even the bus driver was ignoring this action of bullying. I sighed inwardly and turned my back on a puzzled Turkey. I knew I couldn't win, why even try. I took my polar bear out and buried my face into his fur while Turkey was trying to say something in the background. Suddenly, my bear was tugged out of my grip.

"You idiot, listen to me when I'm talking to you!"

I tried to grab him, even going as far as to pummel his arm weakly. He just brushed my attacks off.

"Give him back!"

Turkey held him above his head where I could not reach him.

"Come on Canada, jump!"

Tears began to cloud my eyes, but I was angry. Why was I so weak? I looked around.

"Anyone?"

"Hey jerk!"

The bus quieted.

Prussia walked towards them from the back of the bus.

"Behold my awesomeness as you reflect upon your deeds before I beat the crabapples out of you!"

America began fandazzleing. "A FIGHT! A FIGHT! BEAT THE **** OUT OF EACHOTHER! GO AWESOMNESS!"

Before Turkey could do anything, Prussia punched him so hard in the face, my polar bear went flying. The whole bus cheered as Turkey lay in a smoldering heap a good distance away. (or how far away you can get in a bus.)

"What happened!"

The bus went silent as the bus driver stood up and the bus stopped. Before anyone could say anything, I interjected.

"Turkey fell, that's all. America thought it was a fight and riled everyone up, but nothing happened."

The bus driver nodded her head.

"Alright strange ghost voice, if you say so."

The bus started again, and Prussia sat down in my seat, handing me my bear.

"If you don't mind, I sit here so Turkey won't bother you anymore."

"Thanks."

For the rest of the bus ride the were silent, and only till later did the realize their hands were entwined.