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The next time the nations saw Kansas, she was leading a little pony to America. The pony had gash on it's side, representing the shooting.
"Who knew that Amerika and his kids were so vunerable, da?" Russia's eyes twinked playfully. "If one of them gets knocked by my magic metal pipe of pain, it would hurt not only the state, but also Amerika. Then, it would go to their land before coming back to them, doubling their pain?"
The nations backed up a little. The largest country in the world could be creepy sometimes...or all the time...
"Shut up, ya commie." America took Garland from Kansas and lead the pony right to Texas.
"If only I hadn't blown up about the hair dye." California sighed. "But Florida, doesn't it look pretty awesome?"
"Now that you think about it, it does!" Florida said loudly, hoping Texas would hear and at least know he made his sister happy.
It worked, and they smiled as they noticed Texas's mouth turn up a little bit.
"So how many pets do your kids have?" Poland asked, staring at the pony.
He was thinking of making his pony Warsaw now.
"Way too many," America took out a cloth and binded the wounds on both the pony and the fallen personifications.
England was personally curious on how much America knew about his country. There have been many surprises lately and as his "papa" (read: "mama"), it was his duty to question him. "Where would Garland be on a list of cities by population?"
Okay, so the question was pretty random. But that doesn't matter.
"Ninety-first. Why?" America stared at the smaller European nation.
The rest of the nations only stared at America. Who knew he actually knew that much about his nation? Most nations didn't know all of that, and America has more land than most of them, minus Russia and the America look-alike that appeared every now and then.
"If he is ninety-first out of every city, why is he a pony?" England found a suitable question.
"It is because he is a horse. Some of the ones with a smaller population are fish or cats." America only shrugged. "For the cities, it's not based on age. It's based on size."
"You're country is bloody messed up," that's all he got to say before he fainted into France's arms once more.
"Angleterre is such a damsel in distress!" France started laughing his signature laugh.
If England was awake, France would be six feet under by now.
And just as quickly as it came for Texas and Denmark, it left. Now, they only had to deal with the pain of the original blast, just like Prussia.
Speaking about Prussia.
"Bruder..." he complained. "That was so incredibly unawesome I feel like I'm about to die!"
Germany didn't personally know if he was being over-dramatic or actually dying.
"Prussia's dying?" Italy peaked over Germany's shoulder to look at the ex-nation.
"No, Italia. Mein Bruder ist mehr als dramatisch." Germany glared.
Italy cocked his head to the side, not understanding what that meant.
"My brother is being over dramatic." the nation north of Italy sighed.
"Oh...okay!" Italy hopped over to where he could find Romano.
Germany sighed as he watched him go.
Prussia, Denmark, and America were no chatting amongst themselves while Texas was playing with Garland. There was absolutely no surprise there.
That was until Poland approached America.
"America." Poland held up a peace sign.
The heroic nation tried not to look too surprised.
"Like, how do you, like, make animals cities?" Poland looked at his nails.
"It's not that hard." America began to talk to Poland as Denmark and Prussia talked amongst themselves. "All you really have to do is share the burden of that city with the animal. This can be dangerous at the same time as well, though. If the animal gets hurt, the pain would eventually come and affect you." the third largest country warned.
Poland nodded. "But, like, how do you share the, like, burden?"
"Resign yourself to the fact that you are putting both yourself and the animal at a greater risk." he began. "You have to really care for the animal."
Poland immediately charged back to his country, probably to make all the formerly useless pets he collected become his cities. That would show everyone that they had some use.
Back at America's, the yowl of a wild animal brought them out of their conversations.
"WHY THE BLOODY-" the wild animals mouth was covered by a Frenchman for that word. "-AM I NEAR AND SOMETIMES EVEN TOUCHIING THE FROG!"
The wild animal, also known as England, jumped up and stalked away.
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