America was having poker night at his cabin somewhere in the US. Prussia and Russia were playing. It came down to America and Russia. America got four of a kind.
"Read em' and weep," he said as he drank another shot of beer. Russia still had his innocent smile on his face as he put his cards on the table.
"The royal flush," he said plainly. America flipped out, mostly because he put a Big Mac out on the table.
"What? You so cheated! There's no way you won! I made poker! You freaking cheated! Prussia! Why did you invite him to poker night?" America asked.
"I didn't invite him!" Prussia replied. America was speechless as Russia took the Big Mac and began tapping the container with his fingers tauntingly.
"I hope you choke on that," America said. Russia still had his innocent smile on his face that began to annoy the hell out of America. Suddenly, little India came down from the upstairs in her pajamas, holding her stuffed bunny closed to her chest and sucking her thumb. She was only about five years old.
"America, why is it so loud down here?" she asked, blinking her eyes. Everyone looked at her with horrified eyes, thinking back to their…inappropriate conversations they had earlier that night.
"Why is your little sister here, America?" Russia asked.
"I don't know. Do you know why my sister is here, Prussia?" America asked. Prussia had his head on the table.
"Well, the Brit kinda sort of asked me to baby-sit her for tonight…." He said quickly. America and Russia exchanged a look. America looked horrified but Russia still had his innocent smile on his face.
"Hey India, we're just sorry about waking you up honey," America said, hoping that she would just go back to bed. India walked up to Russia and tugged on his sleeve a little bit then began sucking her thumb.
"Mr. Russia, can you tell me a story?" she asked in an innocent voice.
"Da," Russia replied innocently. America leaned forward over the table.
"Dude, no ghost stories!" he said.
"Don't worry. I won't be scaring you, America," Russia replied in a sarcastic voice.
"Whatever." America sat back down in his chair. He didn't liked Russia being all close to his sister like that. She was five for crying out loud! Russia began softly petting India's hair but she didn't flinch away. That kind of threw Russia off a little bit but his smile didn't falter.
"All right, sweetie. I'll tell you a…nice story. Go sit down," Russia said. America leaned forward ad pointed a finger at Russia.
"No seriously, no ghost stories," he said.
"Oh shut up," Russia replied.
They settled down by the fire. Prussia had stolen the couch and was snoring away. America was roasting a marshmallow. India held her bunny close to her chest as Russia began his story.
