"COOL! Tomorrow is Matthew's birthday!" America exclaimed immediately after waking up, "I'll throw him the wickedest party he's EVER had!"
"We'll play football, baseball, have apple pie, IT'LL BE GREAT! I can't wait!"
He called England first.
"ARTHUR!" America yelled enthusiastically into his cell phone, "Tomorrow is Matthew's birthday, and I'm throwing him the ROCKINGEST birthday party EVER!"
England stopped, standing in the tea aisle of the grocery store.
"Who is Matthew?" he asked outloud, forgetting momentarily he was still on the phone with America.
"Matthew is Canada," America answered slowly, slightly taken aback at the fact that England didn't know who Canada was. Silence came from the other side of the phone call. "You know. My brother. Canada."
"OH! Canada! Yes, yes, I know who he is. I think. The quiet one, right?" England asked.
America sighed. "Yes. The quiet one. So are you going to come?"
"I guess."
"THAT TOTALLY ROCKS! Now to call everyone else!" America shut his phone, hanging up on the "What the bloody hell, Alfred! I think my eardrums are bleeding! I'll bet CHINA could hear that!" coming from the speaker.
After calling everyone else, America started the party preparations.
He decided the best way to go about his party preparations (remembering the fiasco last year when he tried to throw a party for England) was to make a list. His list read thus, written ever-so-classily in blue crayon:
Find football.
Find basketball.
Find baseball.
Go shopping.
1. Coke. (Duh.)
2. Burgers. (Double duh.)
3. Hot-dogs. (LOL.)
4. Ketchup.
5. Mustard.
6. Hot-dog and burger buns. (Ha. Buns. XD)
7. Plates, napkins, cups, plasticware.
Set up. (Find tables first. Maybe in garage. Chairs.)
Get out barbecue grill. CAMPFIRE!
America headed toward his garage. Boxes of who-knows-what were piled everywhere. After removing a few of them, he found his bicycle.
"Cool! I need to use this more!" he exclaimed.
He looked under and behind (and fell on) most of the stuff in his garage before finding his football and basketball. Checking his list, he ran to his bedroom to find his baseball.
"Dude, I need to clean in here more often," he noted, looking around at the piles of trash and laundry. He found his baseball in a pile of socks under the blankets at the foot of his bed.
America ran down the stairs and out the door, jumping into his car. Arriving at Wal-Mart, he checked his list once again.
He grabbed a cart and ran inside. First, to the back of the store to get Coke, then hot-dogs and burgers. As he passed the chip aisle, he stopped and grabbed some. Then to the paper products and plasticware, ketchup and mustard next, and finally buns (LOL buns!).
He paid for everything and headed home. Once there, he put everything where it needed to go, and went back to the garage to find the chairs and tables.
"Great," he sighed sarcastically. The chairs and tables were buried underneath what he'd moved earlier to find his football and basketball. He dug them out and carried them to the backyard, then got the charcoal and matches.