I was walking to America's house, with his Christmas gift, same thing I usually give to him since he helped me when my crops failed. He took so many of my people and my twin brother's people, so that they wouldn't starve. It's been years since he helped me and he still doesn't know who keeps giving him Potatoes. America's lush blond hair was my sun till I could heal, and his shining blue eyes made my day just thinking about them.

"It's almost time Tony," I stopped; America had binoculars up to his eyes and was looking my way, "Our special potato friend will be here around midnight thirty.

"Don't you mean Twelve thirty?" a man a little older than America came out to the deck.

"Whatever England," America laughed, "I know that the potato person is a girl, she has red hair, and she's probable very short tempered."

"How can you tell?" England hasn't really understood America since he wanted his independence, "I mean she's has been leaving you potatoes and beer for God knows how many years."

"THE BEER, DUDE WHY DIDN'T I THINK ABOUT THIS EARLIER! THANKS BRITIAN!" America shouted and ran down stairs to get it.

"Idiot," my little brother said

I snuck up to the door to place the basket of food on his steps. I looked up in the window and saw he had his back turns away from m the window talking on the phone. There was only one person he could be calling to ask about beer and that would be Germany.

"Yeah," he smiled looking down, "man, so it's not your traditional kind of beer, but you have had it before. I was wishing it was you, for some creepy stalker thing." He paused listing to Germany, "Irish, that's not right Northern Ireland hates me, and nobody's seen just plain ol' Ireland since her and her brothers had that falling out and the fam…~" he stopped turned around and saw me, "I have to go." He hung up the phone and went to get his pistol, "Yo, Britain, we got an intruder!"

"Well don't be a bloody git, and get them!" he yelled from the upstairs.

Now let's take a moment, so I can explain what is happening. I can hear through the walls because I have need acute hearing to stay alive with my idiot brothers trying to take my land. NI and I had a falling out a many years ago because he chose to stay with England, though he could take care of himself. Back to the story.

America came out the double French door, and looked around, making me wish I never dyed hair green and white to go with my already bright red hair. He looked around and he stared directly at me, pointing his M-16 pistol at me. He looked down and saw a basket of potatoes and a bottle of beer.

"It's you," he mumbled, putting the safety on before setting his gun down. He walked my way, making so I stumbled backwards, "Nobody's has seen you in like forever something." He fell on he's knees, "why did you leave?"

"I…I'm sorry," I said as he grabbed me and pulled me into a death hug, "I didn't know how to thank you for everything you did for me, so I brought you something every year to thank you." I started to cry but being the tough Irish woman I am, I refused to let them slip away.

"You could have called, man. Or texted me, too." He smiled, "Tony knows not to answer ma text, especially if there from a woman."

"Glad to see you're independent and not fighting with yourself." I cracked a small smile, "Let's get something to drink."

"I have so much to tell you!" he pulled me up. I didn't realize this but his once bright blue eyes looked glassier than before and he had a two scars running from his temples to cheek bones.

"Maybe how you got those scars?" I asked, pointing at them.

"These are a tale for another day," he didn't smile, "I mean I'm not the Joker or anyone like that."

"Who's the Joker?"

"You've missed out on a lot, then." He laughed.