Spain, England, France, Prussia, Hungary, and China all had a world meeting to go to, so they had (very unwisely) left Romano, America, Canada, Seychelles, Germany, Veneziano, and Japan alone in Spain's house, trusting in Canada and Japan to keep the peace.

Of course, there are several problems to such logic.

1) North and South Italy are in the same household.

2) South Italy and Germany are in the same household.

3) Canada's too quiet to speak up against anyone.

4) America's excellent at manipulating people.

So, in case it wasn't obvious, the entire situation was destined to turn out against the guardians.

It all started...as soon as the older nations walked out the door. America climbed up on the dining room table and called together an assembly of sorts.

"Listen to me in my total hero voice, guys!"

The other little countries gathered around the table and looked up at him.

"We're gonna play superheroes! Any objections and I trash the house and tell Spain it was all your fault!"

"Hey! That's blackmail!" Germany objected.

"Yup. And Japan's hair is black. What's your point, dude?"

Japan raised his hand shyly. "Um, what heroes will we be?"

America scoffed, as if the question was pointless. "Obviously, I'm going to be Captain America. Who wants to be Spider-Man?"

The end verdict was as follows: Romano was going to be Batman, Italy would be Spider-Man, Germany would be the Hulk, Canada would be Thor, Japan would be Iron Man, and Seychelles was going to be Super Girl.

As Japan had Pokémon cosplays, America managed to conjure up some superhero cosplays for him and his friends to use.

"Wow!" Italy gaped at himself in a mirror. "We look so cool~! Look, Germany! I'm like a spider!"

America climbed back onto the dining table, pulling his mask over his face.

"Alright, dudes! Let's fight for the AMERICAN WAY! We'll overcook evil on the grill of justice, and throw it away in the trash can of humanity!"

"That's the worst metaphor ever," Romano remarked.

Seychelles raised her hand. "So...now what do we do?"

America clutched his shield and grinned. "We're going to find evil to vanquish!"

Canada spoke up (for once). "Um, shouldn't we-"

"Let's go, Team USA!" America shouted, cutting his brother off mid-sentence.

"I think we should be Team Italia," Italy and Romano offered simultaneously.

"I like Team Canada..."

"The Deutsch Squad!"

"The SOS Brigade."

"Why does it matter?" Seychelles scoffed, glaring at them, and immediately silencing them.

"Fine, we can be Team USA," Romano muttered unhappily.

America ran to a tree in Spain's enormous yard, shouting, "'MERICAN PRIDE!" and some other things that would've earned him a sound thrashing from England. Italy scampered after him happily, crying, "Pasta~!" The other nations trudged behind.

America climbed the tree and surveyed the area, gesturing for the others to follow when he was satisfied.

"Let's all fight for the American way!"

"You're the only damn American here!" Romano snapped.

"And I'm Captain America! So you've all gotta do what I say, 'cause I'm the Captain!"

You could practically see the anger seething from Germany, Romano, and Seychelles, but Canada and Italy were having fun. Japan didn't care either way.

"Now, we have to go vanquish evil!"

He climbed to the very top of the tree and got ready to jump. The narrow branch bent sharply beneath him, and Canada warned, "Be careful!" Not that anyone heard him, but he said it.

"Wait!" Germany yelled. "Captain America can't fly, you dummkopf!"

But it was too late. America jumped and hit the ground...right as the older countries pulled into the driveway.

England had a hell of a time explaining to the doctors why America's humerus was looking...well, not very humorous at all.