I was staring at him, bluntly, while he filled himself with 38 hamburgers, 5 milkshakes, 3 large packs of french-fries and a 2-liter bottle coke. Then, he stared into my eyes.
"Whatcha doin'?" America asked mouth stuffed.
"Watching you." I said still watching him.
"Why? Am I good lookin'?" he said cheeks full.
"..."
I couldn't reply. That was in fact the reason why I was staring at him, even though most would be put off by his eating manners. I hugged Kumakichi, my pet polar bear tighter.
"Wanna go home Kumakichi?" I asked him.
"No. Who are you?" he murmured looking up at me.
"I'm Canada, your owner..." I whispered.
Then I felt someone grab my arm and they dragged me to the basement.
"OUCH!" I exclaimed.
"SHHH! It's Britain. He's at my front door." America said putting his hand over my face. I pulled it off.
"America, why don't you just answer the door?" I deadpanned.
"Don't wanna." He said with this face.=D
"But don't answer the door either." He said in a serious tone.
I wondered why he didn't want to answer the door. I knew I shouldn't do it, but it must be done...
"Well, I'm going to go answer it! You shouldn't leave a guest waiting there when you are home." I said my polite side showing more at this current time.
I walked toward the basement door but was frightened by the sound of America slamming his hand against the wall.
"If I told you not to then don't do it."
He said that in such a sad, angry tone...I couldn't bear to ask him what had happened between him and England. I knew I shouldn't get involved in other countries affairs.
"America...Can we get out now? I really must be g-" I started hugging Kumakichi closer.
I couldn't finish the sentence since he covered my mouth and hugged me closer. I closed my eyes. I was too scared to look and he sat me right between his legs. What was he going to do to me?