America woke up in a start, the feeling of insecurity consumed him as he reached for his glasses, Texas, that were lying in the nightstand right next to his bed. The sound of sizzling bacon echoed through the halls of his apartment, even though America was all alone. It could not be Canada or Colombia, since Canada would ask first before visiting his brother, and Colombia would have drawn on his face before making a huge racket.

America lived alone in a small but quaint apartment in his capital. He had an apartment in all of his main cities and he stayed in different ones all throughout the year. Unlike most of the other countries, he chose to not live in a one single location, or have his house be a giant villa. He preferred the simple and small lifestyle. Plus he also preferred to have to live in a single room with the people he loved, then to have to live in a huge house all alone.

There was a reason why the American dream was to have a nice house house with a white picket fence in the suburbs with your wife two kids and a dog. So far the closest he had gotten to that dream was having the dog. Not that America had not had past relationships. The truth was that he had dated a lot of other countries, ALLOT of them. There had been Mexico, Russia, Belarus, Ukraine, South Korea, Vietnam, Japan, Argentina, China, and Lithuania to name a few. Some relationships ended peacefully, while others not so much.

The smell of breakfast started to consume his house. Thinking that it might be a ghost wanting revenge for dying during his breakfast, America quickly grabbed his wooden baseball bat from behind his bedroom door. Being as quiet and heroic as possible, the world super power nation made his way closer to the kitchen. Soon he stood right behind the kitchen door, where he heard the "ghost" humming a brutal song while cooking. Great all he needed was a bloodthirsty ghost that could cook. The door creaked as he opened the door to reveal,

Mexico

His old lover was standing there in his kitchen, wearing his "Kiss the Cook, Kill the Eater" apron while beating the scramble eggs brutally. His black hair covered his brown eyes as he continued on humming his song even louder, as if it would cause America to disappear.

"Dude! What are you doing in my house? Again!" asked America as he placed his bat down.

"Oh hello gringo, Want some eggs? I promise I did not poisoned this batch, maybe." said the Latin nation as he placed a plate of golden eggs in front of America. Mexico completely ignored the question that he was asked, he petered to sit down on the kitchen table with his own plate of eggs and bacon. America's stomach began to growl as the delicious smelling bacon called for him. He soon gave into his hunger as he began to eat.

"Hmm..uhm what are..slac.. ..doing..crunch..here?" Asked America in between bites of the food Mexico had put out for him. America did not mind having Mexico make him his breakfast. Truth be told he rather liked it when someone else made him his breakfast, but he would much rather not be worried about getting food poisoned on purpose.

"Idiota, did the Eyebrows bastard never teach you any manners? I'm here because I wanted to take care of my kids while you are away."

"You already take care of your children, I don't know why me being in your house, which is never, affects that."

"I wasn't talking about my other children, I was talking about, unfortunately, OUR children. You know the ones that sprung from the earth after our blood was mixed together and absorbed from the ground."

"Whoa whoa whoa. Who said anything about me leaving them alone, much less in your care. I would leave California, New Mexico, Texas, Nevada, Utah, Colorado, Arizona, and Wyoming with their older siblings, or in the worst case with my brother." replied America, his nostrils flaring as he pushed the table away from him as he got up.

"You have a brother? I just think it is time that the children spent some time with their other parent, their other siblings, and their cousins. Oh and this was on top of your desk." commented Mexico as he handed his host a brown envelope with the words TOP SECRET stamped in red on the top.

"What where you doing going through my things!"

"I already knew, Coco texted me about it not to long ago. I would suggest you read it quickly."

America did, for once what he was told. He quickly scanned the multiple pages inside of the specific envelope. He remembered that his boss had handed it to him the previous night asking him to read it before he went to bed. America was meaning to do just that, but there had been a marathon of his favorite show, Ghostbusters. Sure he might have been scared out of his wits and he had not been able to go to sleep till the early hours of the morning, but it beat watching it with Japan and Colombia. Japan would not show any emotion or not get scared at all, and Colombia would just summon real ghost to visit her, which ended up with America passed out before midnight.

"So I'm traveling the world with Coco, in hopes for us both to gain a better relationship with other foreign countries. Due to our relationship with Spain, we will begin there. I'm still leaving MY kids with my brother. I don't know why Coco would leave her kids with you."

"She left Antioquia in charge, but knowing Ecuador, he will convince him to do something bad. Which is why her kids are going to be visited by their favorite Uncle. OUR kids will be staying with me, it has already been arranged. Also, you try anything on my pequena hermana, and you won't see my OUR kids ever again. OK?"

This would explain why America was at the moment waiting at the moment in the Madrid International Airport for one of his closest friends. It was weird that Colombia was late, she was never late. As he finished his fifth burger from Mcdonald's, he decided to go ask someone when Colombia's flight would get here. Patient was never a world used to describe him after all. After walking the airport mindlessly for who know how long, he finally found someone who spoke American, or English if you must.

"Dude, like when is the flight from Colombia going to get here. I've been waiting for ever!" he said in his usual loud voice, not noticing the stares he was getting from the other visitors.

"Uhm, I'm sorry sir, it seems that there are no flights coming from that country for the next week, with or without connections." replied the as it was revealed to be and English flight attendant. Now America was confused, how in the world was Coco going to get here. It was not like she could sprout wings and fly across the Atlantic. It was scientifically impossible, even for nations.

As he headed out of the airport towards the car that had been waiting for the nations alone, America began to wonder if maybe he could go on another flight towards anywhere other than Spain or Russia. It was a known fact that the Spaniard thought very little of him since he had been one of Iggy's colonies. In fact, one of the many reasons for his hatred for the North American was due to the fact that he was the one that gave his children the idea of independence. Opps. Now that same North American was heading straight towards lion's den by visiting the nation all on his own with out his trusty sidekick to help, but Alfred was the hero of the world and therefore he had nothing to fear, except maybe that same sidekick giving him a side-kick for making her his sidekick.

"What do you mean that you are ordered to NOT let me near the steering wheel. I want to drive the car!" a very loud but familiar voice screamed at the driver of the car that had been sent to pick the nations up. Alfred just smiled as he saw the familiar messy coffee colored locks in front of the car.

"Lo siento Miss Rodrigues, but your boss specifically said to keep you away from the wheel. He said something about not wanting to pay for the destruction. Oh Mr Jones are you ready to go?" with this comment from the driver giving away his location while looking at him as a way to escape, the angry Colombian woman's head quickly turned to face him. Her golden eyes bright with determination and anger. Not to mention the impatience that she felt after waiting for the American for the last thirty minutes. A light flickered inside them as a deadly smirk formed from her lips.

"You finally decided to join us Alfie. Did you enjoy gorging on your hamburgers while I waited on you out here with this man who refuses to let me drive?"

"Coco! I told you not to call me that! It is not a name fit for a hero!"

"Details, now back to the problem of me driving.." Replied Colombia as she sent her attention back to the poor driver.

"You know what! The hero needs his sidekick to be with him at all times. Plus I will personally buy you any sweets that you want!" Yelled America as he picked up the shorter nation by the waist and leading her towards the back of the car.

"As long as they are not your weird cakes, then sure. NOW LET ME GO AND I AM NOT YOUR SIDEKICK!" Yelled the nation as America literally threw her inside of the car before entering himself.

"DRIVE IF YOU WANT TO LIVEEEE!"

Happy Birthday Colombia!

Thank you to all my readers who have been so patient with me. To all Sakura Heart fans, I will be updating next week. I have not been writing in that story for months, so I will be writing a long chapter to redeem for that. Next chapter will be America and Colombia in the car, as well as when they get to Spain's house. Also, originally I was planning on it being Canada and Cuba pairing in this story, but I have been debating weather I should have it be a Red Velvet Pancakes story. I really enjoy that ship plus I am already incorporating the 2p!s in the story.

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