Chapter 7


America sat, perched atop the footboard of his bed. He wore a red towel tied around his shoulders (like a super hero's cape), and a yellow construction worker's helmet on his head. He watched his bedroom door carefully, as if it were going to attack him, holding a lightsaber in his oven-mitted hands.

Every once in a while, he heard his brothers yelling, sometimes to him, or at each other. Either way, America didn't say anything in reply.

Although it had been a two days since the meeting, he was still suspicious of those cookies England had brought. But he wasn't aware of anything yet.

He'd just have to wait and see.


Canada sat down at the dinner table, as England put the "finishing touches" on the meal. In all truth, he was attempting to cover the burnt parts of the chicken with whatever he could do so with, and was doing the same for the half-raw parts, still pink and sickly-coloured.

He gave a half-hidden look of dread as his dinner plate was out down infront of him, but luckily England didn't notice, as he was retreating to the far end of the table.

Since the incident with the frogs, Arthur had been keeping his distance, which wasn't particularly beneficial on Canada's part, but it apparently made England feel better.

"So," England started, biting into his chicken, naturally unphased by his own cooking. "Have you heard from your brother?"

Canada picked at his own chicken listlessly, not looking up as he said "no, I haven't heard from America since the meeting."

"Hmmph." Arthur set his fork aside for a moment to dab at his mouth with his napkin. "Well, I suppose he'll show up when he gets hungry."

Kumajirou, who was sitting in the seat America would usually occupy, next to Canada, was watching a fly that was buzzing around his face, snout turning this way and that. Both England and Canada turned their attention to the polar bear, just as two bolts of light shot from Kumajirou's eyes. The fly fell onto the tabletop, more ash than fly now.

"Did… did you just see that?" Canada stuttered, looking at his pet with a shocked-horror.

"Yes," England replied, shaking his head sadly, "yes I did."


France was having the most peculiar day. After Spain had brought up how good he smelt everyone else began to point it out, too. Twice he was asked if he were wearing perfume, which he had to deny (although, he really was wearing perfume, but no more then usual). He didn't mind, truthfully. He decided to use this new "power" of his to his advantage, heading downtown with a smirk on his lips. He had a feeling tonight would be one of his nights.


A/N: Oh France, you sly dog.

So here we have it; the going-ons in the world of Mr. America (you can stop beating me now, Prissy), plus two revealed powers! And so many more to go *winkwink*

I apologize for my lateness. I've been suffering all-encompassing art-and-writer's block, but I think its starting to fade now, thank God. Thank you all for being so patient! I'll try not to be obscenely late with the next update!

Reveiws for the pretty story? *bats eyelashes*

Until next time!

-Kat xoxoxo