Belarus tried to claw the door opened after America locked it.

"Damn you!" The platinum blonde yelled at the other nation in the car. America simply tuned her out by turning up the volume on his music. "ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME!" She yelled at the top of her lungs, but there was no responce, exept fot the annoying screeching that americans called music.

"Baby...Baby...BABY..OOOOH!" America sang the most...ugh song in the world. Five seconds, and Belarus litterally puked in an old McDonald's bag. America, who was dying inside by just thinking about the horrible song, was a horrible driver and almost crashed into something every other second.

Belarus could not help but scream the whole way to the airport.


Ukrane and Canada's commentary!

"IT'S NOT TIME FOR THIS SEGMENT YET! GO BACK TO THE STORY!" Both of the nations yelled.


"I...am...going...to...kill you...America!" Belarus cried out as they arived at the airport and stepped out of the car.

"Aww, do ya really wanna kill me? The her-" America stopped in mid sentence after Natalya gave him the hardest kick to the groin he has ever receved.

"Shut up with your hero rants, America." Then after kicking him, she walked off to where Alfred's private jet was located. After this, poor little Alfred F. Jones slowly crawled to his private jet. The pain was just too much for him too stand up.

America finally maniged to somehow get on the plane and put an ice pack on...it. He then laid back on his favorite seat on the plane and relaxed. After a few minutes, the blonde nation maniged to fall asleep.

Hamburger...yum.

Natalya looke at her stomach, wich grumbled uncontrollably. She followed her instinct, and stood up to look for decent food, that was not hamburgers, sodas, or french fries. The platinum blonde nation opened cabinets, and to her dissapointment, found nothing BUT burgers, fries, and soda.