A/N: Your reviews never fail to make me grin. (England, you naughty, naughty wizard boy . . . ^J^)You guys are awesome!

Prussia: "But not as awesome as the awesome me, kesesese!"

Me: "You sure about that?"

Russia: *pops in* "See, it's a silly joke! Nothing is more awesome than Prussia!"

Me: *sweatdrop* "Are you sure you're Russia, because you're acting a little out of character . . . ?"

Prussia: "It seems like even Russia can't deny my— Wait, why's a crazy face like you doing siding with the awesome me, anyway?"

Russia: "I was thinking that we might become friends, and then later we might become one, da?"

Me: "Whew, still Russia. For a second there, I was getting worried!"

Prussia: "Uh . . ."

Notes are at the bottom!

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia: Axis Powers.

America's Car's Fate

After Prussia and Denmark went through several rounds of drinks—though due to their combined awesomeness, they appeared to remain completely sober—the trio eventually decided to return to the hotel, and because they were too awesome to walk and had been kicked out of the bar the last time they broke through the ceiling with grappling hooks.

America, being the Hero, insisted on being behind the wheel—to Prussia's disappointment, America hadn't ingested any beer at the bar; the nation's beer consumption was gradually declining as his wine consumption increased, and because Prussia had urged him not to get any drinks unless it was beer, America was the only one who was legally allowed to be driving at the moment. However, they soon realized that ever since Italy had taken his woodie on a joyride, America had no idea where it had gone. So, instead of simply hiring a taxi, America had dragged them all back to the World Meeting so that they could ask about his car's whereabouts.

"Hey, dudes!" America called as he busted through the door with Prussia and Denmark in tow, "I'm back, and I have an important question for you, bros, so here goes! Where's my car?"

At this, the room went silent. Japan and Hungary paused their observations of Spain and Romano's conversation, which had suddenly gone quiet; France and Britain stopped their quarreling abruptly and looked away awkwardly; Monaco, China, and Australia's hushed conversation toward the side of the room trailed off; Germany glanced at Italy, who stared on indifferently.

"You probably don't want to know, Amerique," France warned.

"France, dude, of course I want to know!" exclaimed America, oblivious to the grim mood that had come over the meeting room. "I mean, it's my woodie! Why wouldn't I?"

"Pardon me, America-san," Japan said, "but I must warn you that you might not like the answer . . ."

"Perhaps we should just come clean," Hungary suggested.

"Ve, if you say so," Italy said, unaware of the warning looks cast in his direction. "See, your car kind of got smashed, so . . ."

"What?" America asked, blinking. Turning to Germany and Britain, he frowned, "Dudes, I thought you told me that cars can't drink! Or drive up vertical surfaces, or transform into giant robots, or—"

"You git, your car didn't get drunk!" Britain said exasperatedly, "It was driven into a streetlight. Fortunately, no one was hurt, but the car's totaled."

America's mouth fell open in surprise.

France sighed, "You could've at least put it more gently, Angleterre."

"As if you could've done any better, frog," he huffed indignantly.

Prussia tapped America on the shoulder. When he received no response, he proceeded to poke the other nation until he finally announced, "Guys, you totally broke America! Now who's going to drive us back to the hotel? That's so unawesome. Then again, it's not like we can use his car, anyways . . ."

Hungary offered, "If you want to see what happened, I have pictures . . ."

"How is that supposed to cheer him up?" Germany demanded.

"Wait, you have pictures?" America asked, suddenly perking up. "That's awesome, bro! Now you have to show me, dude."

"What do you think you're doing, you twat?" Britain snapped. "We've panicking about what to tell you about your car all morning, but when we finally work up the guts to tell you, you stay quiet for a whole bloody minute before jumping at the opportunity to see Hungary's photographs of your totaled car?"

"Um, yeah," America shrugged. "I mean, if it's not that bad, Japan and I might be able to rebuild it with some improvements and stuff, or at least use the parts for something else. But dude, I didn't know you cared so much! I'm touched, bro."

"Seriously, just go read the atmosphere, you git," Britain groaned.

"I'm on it!" grinned America, striking a superhero-type pose. "The search is back on—time to hit the library! Italy, you coming?"

"Ve, of course! Surely we'll find the Legendary Ability to Read the Atmosphere this time!"

The door quickly slammed shut as the two nations ran out, leaving the rest of the room in stunned silence.

"Well, that was rather abrupt," Hungary remarked.

"I don't think he's going to be coming back anytime soon," Denmark noted, glancing at Prussia, "So I guess we're stuck here until the meeting—ACK!"

"That is what you get for leaving early," Norway stated as he yanked Denmark's tie.

Prussia made a mental note not to get on Norway's bad side . . . and to have a serious talk with America later regarding his recent violations of the Bro Code.

Notes on this Chapter:

"Woodie": Can refer to several things. The notes of "America's Fries" (Chapter 2) mention some of the objects a "woodie" might be referring to; the notes of "America's Car: Part 1" (Chapter 4) have a brief note on the "woodie" as a car.

"Smashed": In American slang, at least, it has a few meanings, though in this chapter, America assumed that it meant "heavily intoxicated", AKA "very drunk". Other than its meanings in slang, "smashed" can also mean "shattered" or "broken into pieces".

"The Legendary Ability to Read the Atmosphere": Something that's been referenced in canon. America and Italy, at least, apparently have had a search for it . . . maybe they should try using a barometer? (HAHAH— Sigh.)

It seems as though my chapters' titles are no longer merely two words long as of "America's a Messenger?" (Chapter 8), though if you count "America's Car: Part 1" (Chapter 4) and "America's Car: Part 2" (Chapter 5) as being more than two words long, then I suppose that happened a while earlier. Still, I'm immensely proud of all the chapters, so yay!

As for America's "recent violations of the Bro Code" . . . you might be reading more about it later. *wink*wink*nudge*nudge* This chapter's kind of on the shorter end of the spectrum, but don't worry—there are some longer ones that'll be coming soon. Prussia?

Russia: "Hello, friend!"

Me: "Russia, what're you doing?"

Russia: "Prussia's . . . busy, so I thought I'd fill in for a bit."

Me: "If you say so. But who's going to do the outro now?"

Russia: "Well, since I'm filling in—"

America: *swings through window* "That's what the Hero is for! Stay awesome, dudes!"

Russia: "Kolkolkolkol . . ."

America: "Hey, what's up with you, bro?"