Walking down the Golden Traveling Path gave Liechtenstein a chance to think. Her mind was trying to find a way to accept the fact that a box could turn into a dog. Maybe it could be possible, but she still couldn't think of a scientific way to explain it.

"Bark," said the little dog. Barking, running ahead, and peeing on random fence posts were all this dog seemed capable of. She had never wanted a dog before. In fact, she had never wanted any kind of pet before. Big brother didn't like pets in the house, and since Liechtenstein wanted Switzerland to be happy, she never even considered wanting a pet.

"Is that all you're going to do?" Liechtenstein felt pretty stupid talking to a dog, but hey, this whole day was insane.

The dog just stood in front of her and wagged his…her tail. Liechtenstein wasn't sure what the gender of the pup was, and she did not want to look to find out. Something like that would be something Germany would want to do.

"Well, I guess I'm stuck with you, because you were my special-"

"Special what?" asked a voice. Liechtenstein spun around to see where the voice had come from, but the only things around her were fields of cucumbers and a scare crow that looked a lot like America.

"I must be going mad," Liechtenstein said to herself.

"Are you really? And why do you think that?" asked the voice again. Liechtenstein spun around again, but there still wasn't anyone there to be talking. She supposed it could be the dog was talking, but that was impossible. The day was crazy enough without her dog turning into a Scooby-Doo impersonator.

"I'm hearing voices." Liechtenstein figured that since she was already on the path to insanity there really was no harm in talking to the voices.

"That's cool. What do these voices say?"

"Umm…you are the voice," Liechtenstein spun around again but all she saw was the same scarecrow and the fields of cucumbers.

"I'm a voice?" The sudden realization of where the voice was coming from caused Liechtenstein to jump backwards and trip over the little dog.

"So, you think you can help me down?" asked the scarecrow.

"A-ah-America you're a scarecrow?" Seeing America as a scarecrow would have been a strange sight if she hadn't of seen miniature Nordics, a smashed Russia the Wicked Witch of the East, Ukraine the Good Witch of the North, and Belarus the Wicked Witch of the West already today.

"Yeah, and I am supposed to act as hero and guard to this field of pickles, but I'm really hungry. Can you help me down so I can go get a burger or something," said America the scarecrow.

"But this is a cucumber field." Did America really think that you grow pickles?

"You know what? If you get me down, I'll be your hero and treat ya to a burger," said America the scarecrow who apparently wasn't listening.

"No, that's ok. I don't really like burgers." The dog barked as Liechtenstein helped America get off the pole.

"So, where are you going anyway?" asked America. Even as a scarecrow he was still pretty nosy.

"I'm going to see the Wizard in Windmill City. I plan to ask him to send me back home to my big brother."

"Cool, do you think there is a burger stop on the way?" America seemed to have invited himself along on the journey.

A/N

I'm really on a roll on writing these chapters. Special thanks again to my editor.

KaoruTheRandomBookworm: This is like….The second chapter I edited today. I woke up this morning and checked my email and there was already a chapter waiting for me. Then I go to the orthodontist and the mall and I check my email when I get home and Voila! another email. Huh, I see how this is gonna be…This chapter seemed really short…Ah well! Abra Cadabra and all that jazz.