The Mix-Up
Alfred walked to his locker after his foot ball practice. His American flag gym bag was slung over his shoulder as he whistled 'American Ride' as he walked. He stopped when he saw a note taped to his blue locker. He took it off and read it out loud. The fancy cursive was obviously Arthur's on the crisp British flag sticky note.
"America, I have to visit my brothers for a bit so I'm leavening flying mint bunny in your care. Please do not feed him any of those overly coated in fat Hamburgers of yours. England."
Alfred frowned but shrugged his shoulders as he crumpled up the paper and tossed it over his shoulder making in perfectly in the recycle bin behind him. He wasn't too worried about the task that was given to him. England was always leavening him in charge of his 'friends, friends that Alfred never saw, so when he opened his locker he was shocked stupid. There, laying on his text books, was a brown bunny looking thing with similar colored wings that were the size of its body. It seemed to frown as it opened to the now invading light of the once dim locker. Its red eyes glared at America as it stood up on all fours. It flung itself at the blond growling and snarling.
"What in the name of all things MC Donald's?!"
America slammed the door shut just as it was coming at him. The thing growled more and ended leaving claw marks indented into the metal of the door. Whatever that thing was it was not one of England's cute creatures like the ones that America saw when he was younger. He ran as the door started to bend from the force of the thing ramming itself against the door. Whatever that thing was he was so going to get England back for putting it in his locker. Good thing that he didn't need any of those books tonight.
*Meanwhile at the other end of the school.*
2p! America hit his locker with hit bat to open it. The normal way he did every day not caring if he had to get the damn thing fixed for the thousandth time in one semester. He saw a piece of paper flutter to the floor. He picked it up immediately recognizing the hot pink sticky note and the swirly hand writing on it in blue.
"Alfie. I need to go pay my dreary brothers a visit. I need someone to watch over my darling little Flying Chocolate Bunny for me if you would be a dear. I know you would do nothing to harm my Darling seeing as in I know he could eat your beloved bat without dyeing~! Love Oliver~!"
Alfie opened the door to his locker without interest. Damn Oliver leavening him to take care of his stupid ass fairies and shit! What he saw he knew was not that damn chocolate thing. This thing was a mint color and was adorable. Not terrifying like the one Oliver owned.
"Hello~! Where is Mr. America? Is he around here somewhere?" Flying Mint Bunny asked looking cute and adorable as ever.
Alfie slammed the door closed and walked away. That wasn't what he was in charge of taking care of there for it was not his fucking problem. A few minutes later Chocolate Bunny let out Mint Bunny out and they glared at each other for a moment before going to find their England and tell them what America did to them. When both Englands returned he was going to give America hell.