Hello! So it may have been around 3 months since we've updated… yeah sorry. This story kind of got put on a back burner because I started college and also was working on this paper for my anthology class (it was about werewolves, which was pretty awesome!) Oh, also if Germany, Prussia, or Hungary sound odd it's because I sort of suck at writing the accent…. Yeah I tried! Anyway, don't forget to check out Sebas-chan001s story if you're curious. Also, minor swearing and, if you really look for it, slight Pru/Hun shipping. Hope you enjoy the chapter!
"Okay everybody! What do we want to do first? Pasta?" Italy asked his new friends, as Germany, Hungary, and Prussia went back into the sitting room.
"I don't know…" Canada responded with a little shrug.
"Dudes! I know let's have a Flappy Bird competition!"
"What's Flappy Bird?" Canada and Italy asked in unison.
"I don't know" America shrugged, playing it cool, "Just this game people have been talking about. I mean, I've heard it's like… The best game on the planet…. But then again, I haven't played it so I wouldn't know."
"Oh, ok." Italy nodded, "That sounds fun!"
"Yeah, it does, eh?"
"That's what I said!" America beamed as he quickly retrieved his cell phone from his pocket, "So I totally downloaded the game as soon as I heard about it…. Which was… Like… A week ago, I think! I'm so pro at this already. You guys are going to suck so bad it's gonna be hysterical!"
"Um… America… Won't you tell us how this is played?" Canada asked, looking at the strange app for the first time with wonder.
"No way bro!" America said as he started to laugh, "If I can master it without help then so can you!"
"Don't you think that's a little unfair?" Canada asked again.
"Wow that looks cool! Ve~ Can I go first?" Italy asked with a happy smile.
"Sure dude!" America handed the phone to the Italian.
He tapped the play button on the screen and the little bird was then flapping on his own. The instructions on the screen told Italy to tap to fly, so he did. As the first green pipe came into view, he panicked and his bird dove to the ground. America let out a loud and boisterous laugh as the Italian cried out.
"Oh no! Let me try again, ok?" Italy asked, seeming to concentrate more this time.
The three of them leaned over the phone, America and Canada each on a side of the Italian peering over his shoulders. As the game started up again, Italy focused hard and suddenly seemed to gain some skill from the app god because he didn't fail again until he had hit 23.
"Wow! Good job!" Canada congratulated the proud Italian.
"Pfft. Good enough, my first try was better." America mumbled.
"Really? Cause it says here that Italy's score is the new high score!" Canada noted softly, looking at the statistics.
"Easy. Here my turn, I am totally gonna beat you guys!" America said proudly and avoiding Canada's question.
"But Alfie, it was my turn!" Canada whined.
"Pfft, says who?" America said as he grabbed the phone, and pressed the start button. The little bird started to flap, pipes were starting to appear. Alfred began to tap on the screen at an alarming rate, almost like a child gone ballistic. The tiny yellow bird soared to the top of the sky, which ended with the bird crashing against the first green pipe.
"Wow, you are not so good at this." Italy hummed in America's right ear.
"Shut up!" Alfred said with a snarl on his face.
"He's right though, Alfie... "Canada muttered in agreement, "You didn't do as well as you claim…"
"Oh yeah? Well that's cause you two were distracting me!" The young child shot his head up, looking around to see if there were any other witnesses that could back him up. Unfortunately, Germany, Austria, and Prussia had all left the room. This meant that Ms. Hungary was the only one left; she was sitting in the rocking chair that was on the other side of the room. America sighed, he noticed that she had her attention locked on her sewing. "Isn't that right, Ms. Hungary?" America asked anyway, already knowing the answer.
"I am sorry, but I could not see vhat vas going on." She said in a very soothing, yet apologetic tone. "I vas vorking on zese for Mr. Austria, zhey are going to make zhe cutest pair of socks one day!" America groaned and rolled his eyes.
"One more shot!" the boy declared.
"But what about my turn?" Canada said, his brother pressed the start button without saying another word. The bird appeared once again, bouncing along to Alfred's tapping. He made it past the first pipe, great! 'Only 23 more to go!' he hadn't noticed this, but America's tongue was starting to poke out of his lips. Past through the second and third pipe with ease, America scoffed, thinking how easy it was going to be to crush Italy. His confidence shot out in a way that shouldn't have happened in the first place. He got over confident, by the time he went through the seventh pipe he made the same mistake as he did his first try. He tapped the screen too many times, the bird crashed against the eight pipe, ending Alfred's turn with a low number. The screen displayed happily, telling him he'd got a score of 7 and tauntingly displayed Italy's previous score.
"Shoot!" America growled before throwing his phone down to the floor. "You take it Matthew! I'm sick of this stupid game!"
"Oh… Okay….." Canada replied timidly as he picked up the phone. Thankfully there wasn't any cracks on the screen, Daddie and Pappa would have had a fit for sure! "How… How do I play again?"
"It's easy!" Italy said when America groaned to his brother in frustration, "You tap on the screen and the little birdy moves. You want to go through the pipes, and each pipe is trickier than the first."
"Oh, I think I got it now… Thank you."
Canada started the game, easily dodging the first array of green pipes. The game didn't seem so scary now that he had watched the other two play it. He was zoned in despite America trying to get him to lose by yelling at him and Italy cheering him on. Suddenly he'd racked up near the 30s and America was starting to get more aggressive with his distractions.
"Hey Canada! I hear that hockey is going to go under next year." America said as he started poking his brother, "Hey! Why won't you listen to me?!"
Canada didn't respond as he was too preoccupied with the tiny bird. He was easily the most focused person in the room, and that was counting Miss Hungary (who was also quite focused and intent on her sewing). He was in the upper 60s when America panicked. His brother was too good at this, and he hadn't even played it before! This wasn't fair, and Alfred knew he had to think of a plan. If Canada made it to 100 then America would have to deal with more shame. Right, what could he do?
"America stop it! I'm winning!" Canada shot back, swatting away his brother's rapid arm movements and shoves.
"Hey Mattie, I think I can hear the maple man coming."
"What? Where? There's a maple man? Does he give free maple syrup?" Canada asked suddenly interested, where upon the little yellow bird nosedived into the ground between two pipes.
"Alfie! Why did you do that?!" Canada started to demand, his eyes filled with tears. The number 72 was flashing on to the screen, next to 'New best!'.
"I don't know." America replied with the casual shrug of his shoulders. "I guess I just felt like it."
"That's so mean! You…. You…. You hoser!" Alfred's sibling said as he stood up from his spot, scowling at his brother.
"Dude, what the heck is a hoser?!" America asked, he had a wide grin was on his face as he chuckled at his brother. "It sounds like something I put on a burger!"
"I don't know what it is." Canada replied, "But it's not good I can tell you that!"
"Guys! No need to fight!" Italy said as he tried to put the upset brothers at ease. "Like Grandpa Rome always said. 'Maka pasta notta war!'"
"Yeah dude, are you really going to get upset because you got a game over?" Alfred asked.
"You know what…." Matthew said, literally dropping the phone into his brother's hands. "If you want your phone so badly, take it. I don't want to play anymore."
"Mattie…." Alfred said, he could feel his heart pang with guilt.
"Come on, Mattie." Italy said, rising to his feet as well. "Let's go play in my room." Canada nodded as he followed the Italian, leaving America by himself in the living room.
"Well fine!" America said dramatically, "If you want to go then go! I don't need you guys anyway! I can have fun all on my own!" He stood up and looked at Hungary, she was still more focused on her work than she was on what the children were doing. 'Stupid Canada, it's not fair that he's better at Flappy Bird than me…' America placed his phone back into his pocket with a frustrated sigh. He decided that he should go exploring, yeah! That is what heroes do best after all.
Germany's home was a two story house, majority of the floors consisted of dark oak wood tiles, the stairs were patent with wooden tiles as well. The hallway on the second floor was also made from the wood tile. America's blue eyes scanned left and right, every room that he saw was closed, hidden away by a spotless white door. He came across a room that was not shut, naturally that would mean America had to snoop and see what was going on, DUH. He peaked his head from around the open door and was greeted with the sight of an immaculate bathroom. His jaw dropped in awe, every single element in that small room, which was mainly the color white, seemed to glisten. Resting by the corner of the tub sat a yellow rubber duck, America growled, storming towards the innocent bath accessory, he wasn't even paying attention that there was water in the tub.
'I'm so mad… I'm so mad that I'm gonna take it out on you! It's your fault anyway!' America thought to himself as he grabbed the random rubber duck, he didn't care who it belonged to. Just the fact that it was yellow and a bird ticked him off. The sound of footsteps began to echo from the bottom of the stairs. He quickly, and successfully, hid himself in the linen closet that was next to the bathroom.
"I am so glad zhat I awesomely remembered zhat I had zhese awesome und manly bath salts!" Prussia's voice rang into the cracks of the closet door. "Oh vell, I really should thank whoeva sent zhese to me. Nah, who am I kidding? I am ze awesome Prussia! I do not just go around und thank people all villynilly like an unawesome wussy panzy! I shower zhe public with mein awesomeness!" The bathroom door clicked shut and the scent of lavender began to fill the air. "Vhat, vait a minute! Vhere is my Gilbird?!" America had to cover his mouth so he could contain his snickering. The door swung open, he could hear the wood bump against the wall. "Zhis is un outrage! I must have mein Gilbird!" The sound of heavy footsteps faded away and America thought it would be a good idea to leave while the Prussian was away. America went back into the bathroom to put "Gilbird" back where it belonged. What kind of adult played with duckies anyway? America decided it was best not to ask. He noticed the pile of clothes that were folded neatly and sitting on the counter and the white towel that sat next to it.
"Wow….. He was so mad that he left his clothes behind?! What a doofus!" America placed the rubber duck down, but quickly snatched the towel and clothing into his arms and bolted out of the room. He was laughing as he was trying to find a better hiding spot, he could hear his brother giggling through one of the closed doors. He decided that should be the place where he would hide. Without knocking, America barged into the room, interrupting Canada and Italy from drawing various adorable looking animals.
"Um… Alfie…." Canada said, noticing the folded clothes in his arms. "What are those?"
"Just the sickest prank you've ever seen!" Alfred replied as he quickly darted under Italy's bed. "But I'm not here."
"Alfie… What did you do?" Canada asked, he was starting to get worried.
"You'll see!" America whispered back. The other two children sat there frozen, not moving a muscle until they found out exactly what America had done.
"VHAT ZE HELL IS ZHIS?!" Prussia cried out a few minutes later, his voice of anger and frustration echoed throughout the entire house. "VHERE DID MEIN CLOTHES GO?!" Canada and Italy both turned their heads and stared in horror at the Hell that America had created.
"Alfie….are those…. Mr. Prussia's clothes?" Canada asked.
"Uh yeah dude, aren't I brilliant?" America responded, climbing out from under the bed again, after deciding that his bed wasn't the best place to hide anyway.
"Um, America you should return those before Mr. Germany gets really mad and scary!" Italy's voice shook a little at the thought of an upset Germany, one that his imagination did not have to make up.
"No guys, don't be lame! This is the best. What should we do with these clothes? I was thinking…."
"America you need to bring those clothes back! It's the best thing to do, eh?" Canada surprisingly interrupted his brother mid-sentence.
"Vhat is going on in here?" Came a stern voice from the doorway. All three children froze and slowly turned to see Germany there with his arms folded and a cross look coming from his face, "whose clothes are those?"
"They're….. They're Prussia's…." Italy admitted softly, he looked like he wanted to hide behind Canada and America, but they were just as frightened as him so what good would that have done?
"Und vhy do you have Prussia's clothes?" Germany asked, placing a gloved palm over his eyes and sighed exasperatedly.
"We….," America saw Canada give him a shake of his head, "Um, I...wanted to play a prank?" America was really quiet for once and shook a little with fear.
"No matter if you vanted to, it does not make it right. Return the clothes immediately" Germany didn't quite yell, but the order was obvious.
"Yes sir." America said without a sense of sarcasm at all, it appeared his rebellious streak is easily quelled by an upset Germany.
America picked up the pile of clothes, no longer in their tight and neat folding as they had been before, and started his walk of shame down the halls. He passed Miss Hungary who gave him a reassuring look as he continued walking. When America made it to the bathroom, he set the clothes down and started to plot the best way to get away from the door before Prussia came out.
Unfortunately, it just wasn't America's night. The door to the bathroom cracked open a little and a bubble-haired Prussian peaked out. America froze in his tracks, just a few steps away from the door, and tried to tell himself that Prussia couldn't see him. Of course this was a ridiculous notion, he didn't have the power of invisibility, just the power of a heroic prankster!
"Aha!" Prussia said with an almighty roar, "Mein awesome mind just knew zhat zhe dunkoff vould reveal himself if I gave him some time."
"What? You totally couldn't have known it was me! You're a liar!" America huffed, his rebellious pride returning for the time being.
"I am awesome!" Prussia declared, "After all, every awesome vord that comes out of mein awesome mouth is too awesome for it to not be zhe truth." He gave the boy a triumphant look as his red eyes stared at the culprit.
"You have no proof! I could totally be here at the wrong time and place, what would you, 'ze almighty awesome you' say to that?" America said, imitating Prussia's accent when he mentioned 'almighty' and to be honest it was a horrible imitation.
"Oh, vhat is zhis? Zhe little unawesome chibi boy is trying to intimidate me. Oh no…. I am so scared… I am practically shaking in my awesome lederhosen if I vere vearing them! But sadly, I am not, and I am still more awesome zhan you, little chibi boy." Prussia continued to smirk as he snatched the clothing out of America's hands, "Vhat unawesome zhing do you have to say to zhat now, little boy?"
"Only that old people like you can't be awesome!" America retorted smartly, "And also I don't have to be awesome, I'm an epic hero!"
"I am zhe most awesome dude zhat I know! I am ze embodiment of awesomeness, a level of awesome zhat you cannot hope to achieve in your puny little lifetime! Just look at mein dictionary of awesomeness!" America's eyes slowly started to shift downwards, "Not ZHAT dictionary of awesomeness. Zhat is for Ms. Hungary for later…" The albino muttered that last phrase to himself, slowly shifting his head towards the side. "Anyvay I am zhe dictionary definition of awesome! Vhat do you have? A silly string und a yoyo? So suck on zhat…. Loser!" The man said with a chuckle and closed that bathroom door once again, feeling like he owned the conversation.
"Fine! If you please stop bragging about your unreal awesomeness I'll admit I pranked you! Geeze!" America retorted, yelling through the door. Soon after the bathroom door opened again and Prussia gave America another all-knowing smirk.
"Finally, I vas getting tired of having to goad you. I vas also expecting you to return it the whole time, and as awesome as I am means zat I cannot get embarrassed so easily! Jokes on you!"
"Whatever, I'm done playing your stupid game anyway. Come find me when you're not an asshole douche face!" The young colony huffed and stormed back to Italy's room.
"How did it go Alfie?" Canada asked, he was curled up next to Italy's bed, the two boys decided to watch "Tangled" while the entire Prussia and America ordeal was going out.
"Just shut up." Alfred growled and plopped to the floor, glaring at the movie that was playing. 'When will my life begin?~~~' The movie was singing. America continued to glare at the happy looking girl who had too long of hair.
"Cheer up, America! You did the right thing, doesn't that make you feel better?" Italy asked with a smile, handing America some popcorn from the bowl Canada and himself were sharing.
"Yeah, whatever." America huffed, accepting the popcorn anyway.
Time passed quickly, and suddenly the movie was over, Flynn Rider saved Rapunzel (and she saved him too) and they got engaged. Italy was snuggling the popcorn bowl and smiling in his sleep, while being curled up like an auburn kitten.
"Dude, I just got the best idea like ever!" America said to his brother.
"What is it, America?" Canada asked with a yawn.
"Let's prank Italy!" The excited boy said with a large grin on his face, "Let's take his pasta and replace it with something else… Like a potato!" He was whispering at this point so he wouldn't wake the auburn child from his slumber. "Come on, it'll be fun!"
"America, I don't think you should prank anyone anymore. Besides, that would be really mean!" Canada objected, in a hushed tone so he also wouldn't wake the Italian.
"But dude it'll be so funny!" Alfred whispered, "Come on! Help me out just this once! It'll be hysterical!"
"No America! I am sick of your pranks, I don't want to get in anymore trouble!" Canada scowled at his brother.
"Well then fine then, you big cry baby." America said as he stood up, "But whenever you're done living your life like a wuss… You'll know where to find me." And with that being said America left the room, and started to head towards the kitchen. In the distance, down the hallway, he could hear Ms. Hungary suddenly screech, "Prussia what are you doing in my room?!"
"Hungary, zat silly prank from earlier gave me an idea. Behold mein awesome body- in ze nude. Come on, don't be ashamed. You can look all you vant!"
"Wow…. Prussia is so weird… I hope he has his cootie shot..." America muttered as the sound of a frying pan rang through the halls then all was quiet.
It was sometime later, a couple hours to be precise, in which Italy stirred from his sleep by his grumbling stomach. He looked around the dark room and saw that Canada and America were fast asleep on the floor, curled up into their blankets. Italy got out of his bed and quietly crept out of his room. Thankfully his eyes had adjusted enough so he could see the hallway in total darkness. The small nation made it down the stairs and walked into the kitchen.
"Alright! Let's make some pasta~!" Italy announced like he was the host of a new cooking show. "Now, the first thing that you want to do is wash your hands! You don't want to have dirty pasta, that's the worst kind!" After drying his hands with a towel Italy walked over to where his beloved pasta maker was kept. "Now, if you want the easy way to make the perfect noodles, you would need a pasta maker like so!" The child opened the cabinet door and instead of finding his beautiful pasta maker, which was given to him by his grandfather, there was a potato sitting in its place. "Oh… It's a potato…" Italy said as he picked up the root. "I guess we don't need the pasta maker… We can just use a wooden rolling pin. But the one thing that you do need is your flour! Can't make pasta if you don't have flour!" Italy skipped to the other end of the kitchen where the flour and sugar was kept. He opened that door, and saw another potato instead of his beautiful white flour.
"What… I wonder why someone left so many potatoes lying around?" Italy mused to himself, shrugging it off to the Germans, who really loved their potatoes, and had probably left them lying around. He'd find a way to make his pasta, somehow.
He walked around to another cupboard, where he expected to find his sauce, but instead he found (you guessed it) a mountain of potatoes that fell out of the cupboard and awkward potato-rolled all over the floor. Italy couldn't take it, and panic began to sit in. How was he supposed to make pasta when the ingredients for pasta were potatoes?
He began to cry loudly, holding the first two potatoes in his hands. There was shuffling down the hall, and suddenly the lights turned on and in came Hungary.
"Italy, vat is wrong?" Hungary asked, bringing the child into a hug instinctively.
"My pasta…." Was the first thing that Italy could get out of his throat, "My pasta…. They have all turned into potatoes! Ms. Hungary, what should I do? I am so hungry…. I do not think I can take it!" Almost on command, his stomach began to rumble, the child held his hand onto his stomach and began to cry out in fear.
"Zere, zere, Italy. It vill be ok! I vill make you something, how does zat sound? A type of pasta zat uses potatoes!" Hungary gave him another warm hug and motioned for him to sit in a chair at the table in the kitchen while she gathered a few of the potatoes that had scattered across the floor.
Hungary placed a plate of spaetzle in front of the very hungry Italy in no time. Italy smelled the food and gave her a smile. While this wasn't as good as his pasta, it would do for now! And he quickly inhaled the plate, patting his tummy afterwards in satisfaction.
"You liked it, Italy?" Hungary asked with an amused smile.
"I loved it, Miss Hungary thank you so much! It was almost as good as my normal pasta!~" Italy told her with a smile and then proceeded to give her a hug.
"I'm so glad to hear it, now Italy you need to go back to bed, it is so late!" Hungary chided, guiding the small child upstairs and tucking him in next to his friends.
"Goodnight Italy," Hungary said smiling.
"Buona notte, Hungary!" Italy said in a sleepy, content voice. A few seconds later he had fallen asleep with the rest of his friends.
Canada rolled over on the blankets in the morning, yawning as he did so. He opened his eyes to find both his brother and Italy absent. Canada assumed they were off eating breakfast without him, so he made his way down the stairs to find a mess.
Italy was frantically searching the cupboards, muttering something about pasta thieves and how 'it wasn't a dream'.
"Is everything alright, Italy?" Canada asked, catching the Italian between cupboards.
"No! My pasta, it all turned to potatoes!" Italy told him, tears in his eyes, "Who would do such a thing to such a magical food?"
Canada's eyes widened as a train of thought, he would rather avoid, came steaming through his mind. He remembered America talking about pranking last night, had he actually gone through with it? No, he couldn't just go around blaming his brother, he would have to find out for sure.
Italy was crying now, tears down his face. It came to the point where Germany ran in from outside, no doubt doing some sort of early morning training, and looked frantically around.
"Vhat ze hell is going on here!?" Germany demanded of the Italian.
"My pasta…" Italy said, "It is all gone. Someone took it while I was sleeping…. I thought it was just a bad dream… But Germany… It actually happened! I want my pasta back Germany, please help me find my pasta!" Italy said, his tears were rolling down his face like a flowing river.
"Italy, calm down. You probably put it somevhere different last time you vere making pasta." Germany said in a rational tone. He too began wandering the kitchen, searching for the missing carbohydrates.
Austria came in and ignored the search, somehow acquiring a steaming mug of coffee, to which after he sat down and unfolded a newspaper. He seemed quite content with ignoring the chaos around him. Prussia and Hungary wandered in, Hungary looking a little frazzled with her hair sticking up in odd ways, and Prussia's hand around her shoulders.
"Told you kid, Dictionary." Prussia muttered to himself, no one heard him though, which was probably for the best.
"Good morning, Italy and Canada! Vhat's wrong little one?" Hungary started off cheerful but changed tone once she saw the tears on Italy's round, pink cheeks.
"Pasta…." was all Italy muttered before he began to cry again and could no longer be understood.
"Italy, your pasta is obviously not here. I think perhaps you took it avay in your sleep."
"My sleep? Why would I do that?" Italy asked, eyes widening.
"How vould I know? You were probably sleep eating again. And ze pasta is most likely in your room right now." Germany looked a little annoyed that he had wasted his time looking for the missing pasta.
"I didn't do it! I swear!" Italy cried out.
"I….I think Italy's telling the truth." Canada murmured, almost too quiet for anyone to hear, Hungary however did hear him.
"Vhat vas it you said, Canada?" She asked, loudly so that Canada could be heard.
"I...I said that it's not Italy's fault the pasta is missing….. I think that America took it…."
Perfectly timed, America strolled in, after using the restroom then spending time to make faces at his reflection in the pristine mirror. He looked at the chaos and the potatoes and burst out laughing.
"America…" Hungary said, her tone was still pleasant, but stern at the same time.
"What… No!" America said, "Why would I take it?"
"Because your brother said you did." Hungary said as a response.
"Mattie, I trusted you not to be a rat!" America accused his younger brother and before Canada could argue back, Germany rejoined the conversation.
"America, is vhat Canada said true? Did you hide Italy's pasta?" Germany asked, staring at the young colony.
"Um…. Yes…" America said, looking down at the floor. "But all I wanted to do was give him a little prank…. I thought Italy would think it was funny." Germany really wanted to scold the child for the horrible decisions he had made.
"Vhere is ze pasta, America?" Germany asked instead, in an oddly calm voice.
"Under Italy's bed…" America admitted after gulping and looking quite guilty.
"Danke, but I zink it vould be a good idea if you two vent home, ja?" the German said. "Vat are your parents' numbers?" Canada was the one who replied. He recited the numbers that he should know by heart.
Germany grabbed his phone and dialed the number, heading up to Italy's room as he talked. Hungary made the boys a bowl of cereal for breakfast. The two brothers ate their food in silence. A few minutes later Germany returned downstairs with all of Italy's pasta things underneath his muscular arms. Italy was jumping with joy once he saw that his stuff was safe.
"Italy… I'm so sorry." America said, "I was just trying to have some fun with you, I really didn't want to make you cry…"
"Its okay, America, I forgive you…." Italy hiccupped, hugging the pasta maker.
"America, Canada, I zink it vould be best if you vaited on ze porch. Your parents are coming to get you." Germany told the colonies who finished their cereal and listened.
Once they were alone on the porch, Canada gave America a glare and folded his arms, refusing to look at him further he turned in the opposite direction. He told himself he was not going to let America get away so easy. America stayed quite as well for a little while before he couldn't take the silence anymore.
"Canada! Calm down bro, it was just a joke!" America said with his usual smile.
"If it was just a joke, we wouldn't be out here waiting for Pappa and Daddie." Canada said without turning around, "You need to learn when enough's enough. You hurt Italy's feelings."
Before America could argue back, the familiar car pulled into the driveway. As soon as it stopped, England was out and stomping towards them, with France right behind him.
"We're going to have a talk later." England told the two colonies, "Go ahead and get in the car, I'm going to apologize to Germany."
Once they were in the car, and England had talked to Germany for a while, the family of four drove home in complete silence. That is until England, about halfway home, turned to America and informed him that he would be grounded for his actions. Of course America found this a bit unfair, and tried to argue. England then informed America that he was not allowed to go trick-or-treating on Halloween and warned America that if he continued to argue, the sentence would increase. As the car pulled to a stop in their driveway, the family exited their car and made their way into their home. There was lots of planning to do for the upcoming holiday, as well as some chores to be doled out to the naughty children, aka Alfred F. Jones.
