I AM SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG! First I had writer's block, & there's nothing to do about that but wait it out, THEN I have the school play taking over my life so I've been uber busy lately but thank you for being so patient!

MrsLoganLerman25 has posted her story! It's a Percy Jackson fanfic called The Prophecy of Five and it's super-duper awesome so you should go read and review it cuz she has no reviews yet!

I also have another friend I'd like to introduce to you! Her name is GhostlyQueen9 and she plays Safi! She's also a wonderful writer and has posted a story called Five Deadly Thorns and it is also awesome and at times cracktastic but it's a really good fic and ya'll should go read and review!

Und now, A DAY VIZ AMERICA!

BANG!

SLAM!

"HEL-LO DUDETTES!"

I groaned and rolled over in bed onto my stomach. Gosh he's loud, I thought as I pressed my face into my pillow. I mean, seriously, I could hear everything he did from upstairs. Heck, the nearest country could probably hear him! Were all us Americans this loud? It's not that I wasn't excited or anything, I really was! It was America for Stephano's sake! Today was going to be a blast! But it was early in the morning and my warm bed felt soooo good…

BANG!

"YO! WAKE UP!"

I jumped in bed at the sudden noise in my room. "Dude," I said, rubbing my eyes as I sat up and looked at the clock. Okay, so it wasn't so early in the morning, but still. "Why so early? We're still in the AM's man!"

"HAHAHAHAHA!" America laughed loudly in my relatively small room. "No time to sleep in today dude! We got so much time and so little to do!"

I sighed. "Strike that." I used my finger to make circles in the air. "Reverse it*."

America laughed loudly again and just like that he left.

I sighed again, thinking of oh how lucky I was that I was one of the nearest to the stairs and got to be woken first as I climbed down from my bed. I looked out in the hall and saw America and Alex waking people up. It was surprising to see Alex so bright eyed and bushy tailed; she was usually a worse morning person than me! But no, she was grinning almost giddily as she ran around waking people up.

Eventually everyone came out of their rooms. Mari was smiling cuz she's ridiculously happy in the morning, Zara looked pumped for the day, and Safi was radiating quiet excitement.

"All right dudettes!" America yelled as he clapped his hands together. "Get dressed and wash up and we'll be on our way!"

"What about breakfast?" Mari asked.

"We're eatin' in the car! Let's go go go!"

Energized by America's contagious enthusiasm, we all scurried off to our rooms.

~~…MERG!~~

"ALEX! Open the door!" I heard Zara scream as I came back out into the hallway. She was banging on the door to the bathroom and Safi and Mari were with her. "Gosh dangit we gotta get in there too!"

I sighed. Six bedrooms on one floor, but only one bathroom. Who designed this house?**

Eventually Alex did come out and the rest of us scrambled for the bathroom. After that it was kind of a rushed situation in the bathroom with everyone wanting to get in. Somehow though, we made it work and we were soon ready.

"Alright dudettes!" America exclaimed. Everybody in the car!" And with that he ran out the door with us at his heels.

Alex ran like a madwoman, screaming, "Shotgun!" and reached the car amazingly fast. The rest of us would have to sit in the back, even though there were only three seats. We made it work, squishing close together, being glad that it wasn't all five of us back there, so no one would have to lay across the top of the others… YOU HEARD NOTHING!

"Zara want foooood," Zara moaned, earning an elbow from Mari, but America only laughed.

"Don't worry dude!" he said. "We're off to get some food right now at one of the best restaurants ever!"

Before anyone could ask what that was, America turned into a McDonald's parking lot. Most of us were game, but Safi frowned. You see, every morning when Safi woke up she drank a cup of chai tea, and chai tea was not offered at Mickey D's.

I leaned over and whispered in her ear, "You know, I'm sure they have iced tea here."

Safi sighed. "It's not the same," she muttered under her breath a bit darkly.

Uh oh…

We all went in and ordered our food. America ordered every breakfast sandwich on the menu.

"Geez," I said, watching as the lady behind the counter piled sandwich after sandwich onto America's tray. "What're you gonna do with all those?" Then I watched wide-eyed as America stuck an entire Egg McMuffin into his mouth with an 'Om!' sound.

"Ef derm, der," he said, his mouth grossly full of food.

As much as that disgusted me, I speak food and understood that he had said, 'Eat them, duh,' Shaking my head to dispel my utter shock at the sudden disappearance of the sandwich, I grabbed my bag of food. The smell emanating from it was so wonderful I stuck my face in to get a better whiff.

"Come on Lees," I heard Alex say and I lifted my head out as she grabbed my arm and lead me towards the rest of our group. "At least wait till we're at the table to chow down."

"But it's sooooo good!" I protested.

"Yes yes," Alex said, speaking to me as she would a child. "Now sit down and eat." and she sat in the booth and pulled me in after her.

I didn't know why, but the six of us decided on a booth, rather than a much easier table. Nope, instead we squeezed three people into each side and ate that way. America was squished between the window and Alex, though neither of them looked as if they found anything wrong with the situation at all, and I sat next to Alex on the edge. Across from me sat Safi, then Zara in the middle, and Mari had the other window.

I looked at Alex pleadingly. "Now?" I asked as pathetically as possible.

Alex smiled. "Now."

My hand dove into my bag and came out holding its prize: a Southern Style Chicken Biscuit.

"Lees," Zara said, pointing her straw threateningly at me. "If you go all Tobuscus on us…"

"Oh relax," I said, unwrapping my treasure. "I don't have any mashed potatoes or barbeque sauce."

"But you still have the-"

"DON'T SAY IT!" Mari and Safi stopped Zara.

I giggled but decided not to torture my friends today…yet. Instead I bit into my sandwich, savoring the flavor of what was probably not even chicken.

America on the other hand was stuffing whole sandwiches into his mouth and talking loudly, enthusiastically emphasizing his words by pounding his fist on the table. My powers were useless in understanding a single word he said. As disgusting as it was, the whole process was actually quite fascinating to watch. My friends and I stared in awe as America continued 'talking', watching as he ate sandwich after sandwich in only one bite each.

Finally, Mari'd had enough. "I can't understand a single word you're saying!" she protested. "Would you please just stop eating?"

America swallowed. "My vocabulary can be intimidating." he said, to which Mari let out an exasperated sigh. Clearly he hadn't known Mari long enough. "I'll stop eating this absurd pile of sandwiches so you can focus better." Then he reached for his drink and I thought he would take a sip before starting.

Nope.

Sluuuurp "Shooting-" sluuuurp "burgers-" sluuuurp "games-" sluuuurp "Tony-" sluuuurp "Ah! You'll get to spend the whole day with the hero!"

We all gaped at him in silence.

"… What?" America asked after a moment of looking confused.

My friends and I looked at each other, then we shook our heads. "Nothing," I said, continuing to ear. "Absolutely nothing."

~~GerbyGerbyGerbGerb~~

"So this is what you meant!" Zara said as America pulled into another parking lot.

"Exactly!" America replied as he got out of the car. "I said we were going to the shooting range! Guns are awesome!"

"Shooting range?" Safi asked as she climbed out of the car. She looked…discombobulated. She wasn't confused of anything, but something was definitely not right with her. No chai tea. She'd probably only pretended to drink the iced stuff. This was not good. "No no," Safi I said, waving her pointed fingers around. "No. There is no way I'm going to shoot a gun! Guns are bad! I don't know how to shoot one, and I have no desire to learn how!"

"Ooooooh no," I said, completely serious. "It's the Chai-Tea-Deficiancy-Syndrome."

"Uh oh," Mari said, her face registering genuine concern for the situation. "That's almost as bad as the Post-Midnight-Madness!"

"Oh goody!" Zara giggled hyper-ly, her expression betraying mischievous intent just begging to be let out. Then her face turned into a frown. "Although, it's not like it's the Past-Two-Pandemic."

America stared at us like we were lunatics…which we are. "What the heck are you dudes talking about?" he asked.

"Hopefully you'll get to find out," Alex giggled in anticipation, grabbing America's hand and leading him towards the gallery.

Zara's giggles turned wild. "C'mon Safi," She took Safi's hand and dragged out friend in the same direction, an almost evil aura floating around our ducky. (Think Britain w/ Busby's chair…before Russia destroyed it) "Let's get you a gun!"

Safi was unusually stubborn. "No no no no NO!" she said louder than usual as she dug her heels into the ground, creating a screeching noise. "There's no way I'm shooting a gun!"

"This is not a good idea." Mari muttered like she dreaded what was to follow.

I shook my head and replied, "Nope nope nope." as we followed the rest of our friends.

"Lees! Catch your goggles!" I heard Zara yell and the next thing I knew something was flying towards my face.

I yelped and ducked a bit as I ninja-caught the pair of eye goggles. "Catch is complete! No fumble!" I called back, beaming proudly as I triumphantly held up the goggles.

Alex turned and looked at America, who looked confused again. "It's always either a fumble or a ninja-catch with Lees." she explained. "It's always a guess which it'll be this time."

America gave a funny smile. "You dudes must be Minnesotans." He said randomly.

We all turned and gaped at him with faces only anime can produce.

"How did you know that we're from Minnesota?" Mari asked.

"Are you physic?!" Zara asked the less-logical question.

America laughed. "No I'm not physic, though that would be totally awesome," he answered. "I can tell by your accents!"

"Accents?" my friends and I all asked at once.

"Yeah!" The way you say 'nope' and 'yep' all the time, cEtch, yEr, and MinnesoDa!"

"I never knew we had accents!" Alex said.

"Hahaha! Yeah, it's kind of cute!" America replied with a smile directed directly at Alex. Was it me, or was the ever-so-confident Alex's face getting red?

"L-Let's get our guns guys," Alex stuttered. Wait, now stuttering? Alex stuttering? What was going on here?

Hm…

I'd shot a gun before, but it'd been a long time since then so Mari, Zara, Alex and America gave me a quick recap. I was trying to keep myself under control because I was feeling unrealistically bad-apple with a gun in my arms and was getting trigger-happy. Honestly, this was probably why I hadn't shot in so long.

Safi, on the other hand, utterly refused to come anywhere near any firearms and she strongly disapproved of us doing so. "You guys are all animal-murdering red-necks!"

"Oh c'mon Safi!" I said good-naturedly as I put my arms around her shoulders. "You know I'd never shoot anything alive!"

"I would!" Mari said peppy-ly with a huge grin as she pumped her gun.

I found this extremely comical and tried not to fall over laughing. "Remember when you brought that deer heart sandwich to lunch in elementary school?"

"Yuppers!" she replied. "No one would eat it! Including you!"

"Oh gosh no!" I answered with a laugh. Just the thought of it made me shudder. I'm squeamish.

"You guys are all sick!" Safi said disgustedly as she shook my arm off her shoulders. "I hope you all get shot in the foot! Or the head cuz the head would work too! That's what's going to happen to the poor deer you shoot! It's all Columbus' fault cuz he had a gun and he was a jerk to the Native Americans! Then everyone came over to America with their stupid guns and-"

"Safi you're going to offend America!" Mari protested, seeing how desperate the situation was becoming.

America however looked less offended and more confused, maybe even a bit curious. It was like he actually could not comprehend Safi's distaste for guns.

"Screw America!" Safi continued, becoming more and more upset. "Americans need to stop it with their shotguns! They're idiots because-" She was cut off when Alex wrapped her arms around Safi's middle from behind and they both fell backwards with Safi in Alex's lap.

"Safi calm down!" Alex yelled but she was drowned out by Safi's… Wait a second, Safi was actually screaming!, along with kicking the air and waving her arms wildly in efforts to escape.

None of us really knew what to do at that point. Sure Safi was neutralized for a moment but Alex couldn't exactly hang on to her forever and people were staring. My friends and I were also staring mostly because it was completely and utterly shocking to see quiet Safi making such a racket. Not even Chai tea would help now; she was past the point of no return. Finally, one of us came up with a solution.

"SAFI!" Zara screamed at the top of her lungs. "FLOWERS!"

Safi froze immediately and stared at Zara. "Where?" she asked urgently.

"There!" Zara pointed to the side of the road at a public flower garden. Had that been there before?

Safi followed Zara's finger, and when she saw the garden she suddenly wrenched herself from Alex's grip and booked it towards the garden. When she got there, she ever-so-calmly knelt down in the green grass and began to smell the flowers. Her face was one of bliss, and I don't mean one of her substitution words. An aura of sparkliness surrounded our friend as she contentedly sat amongst the flowers. "You guys go have fun," she said simply, waving her hand at us without so much as looking our way. "I'll wait out here."

America's face was one of absolute dumbfoundation. "B-But, sh-she was just-! Why did-? How did-d-d-duwa?!"

My friends and I laughed at our country. "Come on America," Alex said, leading him away. "Let's get crackin'!"

America looked down at her, majorly confused. "Is this one of those things you get used to?" he asked.

At the same time, my friends and I answered, "Nope."

~~Doobeedoobeedoowah~~

I was so excited to shoot I barely remembered to put the noise-cancelling headphones on. Can't have me going deaf now can we? I thought to myself giddily as I put them on. Shifting myself around so that I was lying on my stomach, I pretended I was a sniper on a mission. I loaded the gun and then scanned the terrain. Soon, I saw a great big, round, red and white-Zombie! I thought to myself as I pulled the trigger. I braced myself, waiting for the bang, but…it never came. I gave my gun a confused look. Was something wrong, or was I just stupid? I jiggled my gun a bit before taking aim again and pulling the trigger.

Nothing. Dang! "Erg, you suck," I growled at the gun before standing up. "Excuse me?" I said to a random guy. "Couldn't you help me with my gun please? I haven't used one in a while, and I think there might be something wrong with it."

The man came over to me and said something I didn't quite catch. "Huh? Wazzat?" I asked.

I saw the man sigh and he pointed to his ear.

It looked me a second to realize what he meant, then I realized that I still had the headphones on. "Oh, sorry," I said, a bit embarrassed as I slid them off my head. "It won't shoot." I said as I handed him my gun.

The man took it in his hands and inspected it for a moment before giving the barrel a good solid whack.

BANG

I jumped a foot in the air as my gun suddenly went off.

"WHOA!" I heard someone yell. Fearing the worst, I whirled around and saw America hanging onto one of the wooden beams of the shelter we were in, legs spread wide. Behind him in the wooden wall was a bullet hole. If America hadn't jumped, the bullet would've hit his… Oh NO!

"YOU DIDN'T TELL ME IT WAS LOADED!" the man screamed at me.

This made me start to panic. "OMIGOSHIMSORRYIMSORRYIMSORRY!" I stared yelling insanely. I almost killed a person! I almost killed America! I ALMOST KILLED OUR COUNTRY! I rushed over to America. "OMIGOSH ARE YOU OKAY?!" I gasped.

America dropped from the beam and landed on his feet. "Whew! Dodged that bullet! Literally!" he laughed.

"HOW CAN YOU LAUGH AT A TIME LIKE THIS?!" I screamed at him. "I ALMOST KILLED YOU!"

"Whoa!" America yelled just loud enough to silence me, putting his palms out in front of him. "Calm down there dudette! Everything's cool bra! Accidents happen!" In a quieter voice, he said, "I'm a country, remember? I'm immortal. Although that would've hurt…a lot." which didn't help.

Breathing heavily, I sat down on a bench. "I think I'm done for the day," I said, fixating my eyes on the floor.

"Aw come on dude!" America said. "Ya gotta get back up on that horse yo!"

"Horse?" My head popped up and I looked around. Then I realized, "… Oh, you meant that metaphorically."

"Meta-what?"

"Anyway, not today." I shook my head.

Before America could protest any more, there was a bang and I heard an all-too familiar scream.

"ZARA!" In a flash I was on my feet and sprinting as fast as I could in the direction of the noise. No. No no NO!

"Ah! My foot! OW!" Zara was yelling when I found her. She was hunched over and clutching her right foot. Redness oozed between her fingers.

Although I was relieved that Zara hadn't shot herself in any potentially fatal places, the situation was still dangerous. Instinct kicked in and I was beside her literally before I had even realized that I'd done so. "Zara! Let me see!" I ordered, instinct completely cancelling out all my natural squeamishness.

"Oh. My. Gosh." I heard Mari say, and I knew that she was standing above me.

"Zara what happened-AUGH!" I heard Alex scream no doubt when she saw Zara's foot.

"I-It hurts!" Zara sobbed, pressing her face into her knees.

"Zara, it's going to be okay," I said, strangely calm and reassuring. "Now let me see your foot."

"B-But it-t hurts!"

"I can't help if you don't let me see it Zara."

"… O-Ok-kay…" Slowly, Zara removed her hands to reveal…

Wait a second.

"KETCHUP PACKETS?!" I shouted.

Just then Zara keeled over…laughing. "YOU GUYS SHOULDA SEEN YOUR FACES!" she howled, clutching her stomach and kicking her ketchup-stained feet in the air.

Suddenly Safi was beside me, breathing heavily like she'd just gone for a run. "I-" she panted. "I heard Zara scream! I-Is she-?"

"Hi Safi!" Zara laughed as she looked up at our friend.

Safi's face flashed relief for a barely-visible millisecond, but then it turned to downright murderous. She stomped over to Zara and grabbed her by the collar. "You… youuuuUUUUUU!" she started to shout, but then suddenly she enveloped Zara in a hug. Equally as suddenly, Safi gripped Zara by the shoulders and shook her back and forth, screaming, "DON'T EVER DO THAT AGAIN!"

"WhoahoahOAH!" Zara yelled as she was being shaken. "S-SAF-FI S-ST-TO-O-OP SH-SHAK-KING M-M-ME-EE-EE!"

Finally, Safi did as she asked and stopped shaking her. "Why would you do that?! I thought you were dead!"

Zara smirked a bit. "That's what you get for not shooting with us! They at least knew I was pretending to shoot myself in the foot-AUGH!" and with that we all tackled Zara. "What is this for?!" She cried from beneath our pile.

"To punish you for scaring us so bad!" Mari answered, repeatedly patting Zara on the head, which she hates.

"Gaaaaaaaah! Alright alright! I'm sorry! Now let me up already!"

The rest of us couldn't help but laugh at her surrender and we each pulled her into a hug.

"Hahaha dude!" America laughed. "That was totally a great prank yo!"

"You're actually encouraging this?!" Safi asked, exasperated. "I'm done!" she turned around and walked away. "I'll be in the garden if you need me." She called over her shoulder.

Zara giggled at our friend's ragequit. Then, as quick as lightning, she changed the subject. "Alex!" she said. "I challenge thee to a shoot-off!"

Alex beamed. "You're on!" she replied, and with that they ran off for their guns, America not far behind.

Mari and I looked at each other.

"We should really-"

"Yeah, let's go."

When we reached them, Zara and Alex were getting their guns ready and we put our headphones on. The two got ready to start, nudging each other playfully as they waited for the signal.

"Alright dudes!" America exclaimed, pulling a whistle out of nowhere. "Whoever gets closest to the center wins! You each get five shots! Zara, you're up first!" Then he blew on the whistle much louder than necessary.

Five bullets later, there were only three holes in the target, all on the outer ring.

"Stupid gun!" Zara said angrily as Alex laughed. "There must be something wrong with it!" It was kind of funny seeing her struggle, since she'd been able to bring down deer before.

"Suuuuuuure," Alex said with a smirk. "My turn!" she exclaimed, motioning for America to blow the whistle.

Five bullets later, there were only three more holes in the target, all on the outer ring.

"What the heck?!" Alex yelled, glaring at the laughing Zara. Then, I saw her expression change. "America," she said sweetly. "Will you help me?" She batted her eyelashes, making my bite back a 'PFFT!'.

"Sure thing!" America said with a huge grin. He stood behind Alex and held her arms in his as he showed her how to aim the gun.

Mari, Zara and I were nearly doubling over in attempts to keep back laughter. This was sooooooo great!

"Alright, now shoot!" America said, still holding her position with his arms.

BANG!

There was a new hole in the target, closer than the others, but still only one ring further in.

Alex didn't seem to care. "Wow!" She exclaimed, beaming. "You're such a good teacher!"

My eyes crossed and I bit down on my tongue. I saw what was going on, and I knew that Alex had gotten what she wanted, but I found the cliché situation pretty funny.

Without warning, Mari stood up. Not saying anything, she picked up her gun and raised it to her shoulder. After taking a second to aim, she fired.

BANG!

The hole that appeared was waaaaay closer to the center than the others had been.

Mari smirked at Alex, America and Zara's gaping faces as she blew non-existent smoke off her gun.

I couldn't help but give her a fistbump.

~~Bagnittybangbangbang~~

"DON'T YA WANT ME BAAAAAAYBAY! DON'T YA WANT ME OOOOOOOOOOOOH!"

Don't ask me why we were singing to an 80's song, but if you did anyway, the answer is: the 80's were AWESOME! I've often wished that I was born in the 80's, but then I remember the bomb threats and then I'm good.

After stopping by the garden to pick up Safi, we'd stopped at Burger King on the way to America's so we were all singing around paper bags with fatty foods, the largest being America's. If he ate like this all the time, how he stayed thin I didn't know, but I sure wanted to.

"DON'T YA WANT ME BAAAAAY-Oh hey! We're here!" America cut off the singing, turned off the car, (including the radio :'( ) and jumped out, the rest of us spilling out after him. As expected, America's house was rather large. That's all I have to say.

"Welcome to my house!" America exclaimed, spreading out his arms for emphasis. "Put your stuff anywhere! C'mon there's some friends I want ya to meet!" And with that he took off down the hallway.

The rest of us had to run fast, but we were finally able to catch up with our energetic (UNDERSTATEMENT) country. He was standing in his back yard, standing at the edge of a large swimming pool and looking at something in it. As we joined him at the pool, my eyes flew open wide when I fixated my eyes on what America was looking at. "… Oh… My… Gosh" What I saw was a rather small…cartoon WHALE!

"WHAT THE FLIP?!" My friends and I all yelled at the same time.

"Ooooooooooooooooooo!" the whale sang, smiling in a strangely human-like way.

"You have a whale?!" Zara asked the obvious.

"Hahahaha! Of course dude! The hero can have a whale if he wants to! It just takes a little thing called coffee!" America answered.

Now, I love whales. Absolutely adore them. Mari does too. But this whale…was strange. The thing was basically a sloppily-drawn whale, absolutely unidentifiable. Not to mention the fact that it smiled like a human. Maybe it was the coffee… Never the less, I was still jealous.

The whale swum up to the edge of the pool and my friends and I all stepped back instinctively. America, however, ran right up to it and glomped the whale. "My friend!" he said happily as the whale sang, also happily. "Whale Dude!"

My friends and I all stared at America in utter disbelief. Finally, we all said at the same time, "Can I hug your whale?"

~~Wa Wa Wa Whales!~~

"Tony! Where are ya dude?" America called as he wandered around the halls.

"Who's Tony?" Safi asked, wringing water out of her shirt. There'd been a slight mishap. Apparently, cartoon whales spouted water, unlike real whales by the way.

"He's a buddy of mine," America replied, looking over his shoulder at us for a brief second. Turning back around, he said, "Tony! There you are! I got some friends I want ya to meet! Yeah! The ones I was telling you about the other day." Our country turned to the side and revealed-

"An alien!" I exclaimed, stuck somewhere between excitement and fear. Standing in front of us was a small white extraterrestrial! He was about half America's height, had two small slits for nostrils and large red eyes, although they weren't menacing.

"… This is …Tony?" Mari asked, astonished. That's-"

"AMAZING!" I exclaimed as I knelt down in front of the creature, overtaken by sudden curiosity. "Hello?" I asked it. "Can you understand English?"

Without opening its mouth, if it even had one, Tony said a single word.

My expression must've been pretty darn funny, cuz my friends and America all busted out laughing.

"W-What did I do to deserve that?" I sputtered exasperatedly as I stood up.

"Nothing!" America laughed. "That's pretty much all Tony ever says to strangers."

Tony confirmed this by repeating the word twice.

"Well!" Zara said with a grin. "I never knew aliens were such potty-mouths!"

"Haven't you ever seen Paul?" America asked, earning 'really?' stares from all of us.

"Where did you get an alien?" Alex asked, ignoring America's previous comment.

"Haven't you ever heard of the Roswell incident?" our country asked.

My friends all turned to me, I being the resident alien-nerd. "Well, yeah," I answered. "But didn't the government say it was just a weather balloon or something?" Not bothering to mention that I never believed that cover-up for a second. They didn't need to know the complete extent of my craziness.

At this, America's normally happy face fell. "Yeah," he said. "My boss wouldn't let me tell my citizens. He even tried to get me to believe that it was a balloon too! But I'm no idiot; I know a spaceship when I see one!"

"Okay, but why is…he here?" Mari asked, seemingly not quite sure of her gender evaluation.

"He lives with me now!" America said, his usual happiness coming back. He knelt down beside Tony and put his arm around the alien's shoulders. "I've Americanized him!" he proclaimed loudly.

I wasn't so sure that was a good thing, but an alien is an alien. "I have a question for you," I knelt down again so that I was eye-to huge, red eye with Tony. "Are the Transformers real?"

~~Ay ay ay aliens!~~

"But does that mean yes or no?!" I whined desperately as America continued leading my friends and I through his house.

"Yes!" Kelsey said, who was at my side and the only other resident Transfan. "We must know!"

"C'mon dudes!" America didn't even glance at Safi and I. "Let's go play some videogames while we eat!"

"You're evading the question!" I accused as we entered another room. "We know that the government's hiding them! Where is N.E.S.T. located?!"

"Tell us what Tony said! You have to tell us-Oo shiny!" Safi left my side to go chase something shiny with Zara (Dang you Chai Tea Deficiency syndrome!) so I gave up.

Everyone flopped onto the couch and began to eat our food amongst the abundance of videogames.

"Alright!" America said, stuffing a hamburger down his throat. "Wa du ya wawa pay fas?"

"What do we wanna play first?" I asked.

"Wii Mario Karts!" Safi and Zara exclaimed at the same time and jumped for the controllers.

Sadly, I didn't get to the other controllers fast enough, so Mari and I watched and waited for our turns.

It wasn't too long before we heard a knock at the door.

"VRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRIt'sopenRRRRRYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEE ER!" America said between making racecar noises as he drove his virtual cart.

The door was then kicked open by someone with too-long sleeves holding a large crate with Asian writing on it that was blocking their face. "America!" A familiar voice said, then the person turned to the side and the box revealed China. "I've brought the shipments of Chai tea you've ordered-aru!"

At the words 'Chai' and 'tea', Safi's controller dropped from her hands in slow motion. It fell in complete silence and hit the ground with a thunderous clattering. Slowly, quietly and calmly, she turned around to face China in an almost creepy way.

I knew that on the inside Safi was probably crying but also that she'd never ask if she could make some herself. "America," I said, trying to get our country's attention. When he didn't respond, I used my foot (it was closer than my hand) to knock the controller out of his hands.

"Hey!" he protested.

"Safi would like permission to make some Chai tea please." I said before he could complain any more.

America looked at me funny. "Why would she want that?" he asked. "And why doesn't she just ask herself?"

"DON'T MESS WITH THE WOMAN'S TEA OR YOU'LL REGRET IT!" Zara screamed, wayyyyy to into her game.

America looked confused until he saw Safi's unchanged expression, which scared him a bit. "Yeah," he said. "Go ahead dude." And he quickly picked his controller back up and tried desperately to catch up with the others in the game.

Calmly, Safi got up from the couch and walked over to China. He set the box down and opened it for her. "Here you go," he said, handing a package to her. "I'll show you to America's kitchen." And he led her out of the room. Soon the two were back, both holding a cup of steaming Chai tea. Safi had a blissful look on her face, as if everything was finally right with the world now that she had her tea. She looked up at China as if he was her hero, and China smiled back at her. It almost seemed as if her happiness was what was making him happy.

Hm.

The two sat down at a small table and began to converse. It was so weird to see Safi talk so freely with a person she barely knew, but I was also happy to see her loosed up with someone besides us.

Anyways, that left an open spot in the game I let Mari take it since I was having fun just watching my overenthusiastic friends anyway. Although, it wasn't long before we were interrupted again.

BANG

"G'DEYE!"

I jumped as the door was slammed open and whirled around at the sound of an Australian accent. Standing in the doorway was a man with thick eyebrow, although not as thick as England's, with brown hair eyes two ahoges, pale green eyes and a band aid across his nose.

"AN AUSTRALIAN!" Alex screamed and immediately she jumped up, dropped her controller and glomped the man.

"Whoa there little missy!" the Australian said good-naturedly with a smile. "I love a hug from a pretty girl as much as the next fella, but might I learn your name?"

"I'm Alexandra!" Alex squealed happily. "And you're an Australian!"

The Australian laughed. "Not just any Austrayian mate, I'm THE Austrayia!"

Alex's jaw dropped. "No. Flippin'. Way." She said. "Safi! It's the real Australia!"

Safi sat in her seat, smiling on the outside but no doubt fangirling on the inside.

"Why hello there little missy!" America walked over to her with a dashing smile. "Might I have the pleasure of learning your name?"

Safi avoided eye contact, extremely nervous but also extremely happy.

"Her name is Safira," China answered for her. For some reason he wore a sour face and glared at the friendly Australian, and I wondered about the sudden mood change.

"Safi! He's got abs!" Alex said gleefully us she poked Australia's stomach, earning a facepalm from me. "Rock-hard abs!"

"What're you doin' here man?" America asked. He looked as if he was trying to be cheerful, but he kept glancing at Alex. Now what was his issue?

"Oh I just thought I'd stop in for a spell mate," Australia grinned as if he didn't see America's 'disapproval' face. Come to think of it, he probably didn't. He seemed like that kind of guy. Not necessarily insensitive, just oblivious. "Austria told me there were some new girlies who knew our secret, so I decided to come meet them for myself! And who might you be missy?" he asked Zara.

"I…am… THE WINNER!" Zara finished the game, jumped up and screamed. She was the only one who hadn't put down her controller when Australia walked in. "I win! I win! You lose! You lose!" she sang as she jumped around.

"That's Zara," Mari explained, smiling at our little friend and then at Australia. "Hi, I'm Marina." She said as she took his hand.

"Nice to meet ya missy!" Australia said with a grin. "And 'ow 'bout you mate?" He looked at me.

"Adaliz." I said with a grin, holding out my hand. "And since you're Australia, I have a question for you."

"Fire away mate!"

" Are yowies real?"

The look of surprise on Australia's face was so funny I couldn't help but laugh. "I'm sorry!" I said, waving my hands apologetically. "I'm just joshin' ya. It's nice to meet you."

Australia's face cleared itself of surprise and replaced itself with humor. "Ah, a joker ey? I can appreciate that. I'm quite the kidder myself."

I reclined with a relaxed expression on my face. "In all seriousness though," I said. "Do they exist?"

"Ooooooooooookay Leesy," Alex pulled a very confused Australia away. "I think that's enough of your sci-fi fantasies for tonight."

I huffed, crossed my arms and turned away. Two chances for two of my biggest questions in life to be answered, but noooooo!

"Well, I'd best be off then," Australia said casually, replacing his confused face with his normal happy one. "Just came by to say g'deye to the newbies. Nice to see ya America, China. Later mates!" and with that he left.

~~Au Au Au Australians!~~

"There! There! Green slugbug right there!"

"What? No way dude! That was totally blue!"

"Was not!"

"Was too!"

"Not!"

"Too!"

"Suhduh," I mumbled 'shudup' as I very tiredly gnawed on my toasted grilled-chicken-and-cheddar-footlong-on-Italian Herbs & Cheese-sub. I was exhausted, as were Mari, Safi and Zara too. It'd gotten really late while we were at America's place. China'd left a while ago, much to Safi's disappointment, and we'd spend hours just playing videogames with our admittedly fun country. To top that off, we're all lively videogamers, so the games hadn't been without lots of movement, which is why we were so exhausted.

Except, apparently, for Alex and America. Those two were still going strong, playing their car games on the drive back to our place. They were waving their arms around, Subway's splattering everywhere, but America didn't care, which was good because we're not tidy. At all. We're like boys. I'm serious.

Zara was asleep on my shoulder, and Safi was cuddled between Mari and Zara. Mari and I were propped against our windows, trying desperately not to fall asleep as well.

Soon we got home, since I guess it was our home now, and we thanked America for the great day we'd had.

"It was so much fun!" Alex exclaimed. "Let's do it again sometime!"

America beamed hugely. "For sure!" he said. "But as for tomorrow, you're Iggy's, and I have just the thing for that!" America reached behind him and pulled out something I couldn't see.

"Oh no," Alex said, looking at what America held. "I don't-"

"No no, not for you!" America laughed. "I follow my own laws." He shook his head. "No, this is for England." He handed the item to Alex. "You keep this hidden until the righty time comes, okay?"

"How will I know when it's the right time?" Alex asked.

"Oh, you'll know," America said with a wink. It was dark out, and I was soooo tired, so I couldn't tell for sure, but I thought Alex might've been blushing. "Alright dudettes!" America yelled as he started walking back towards his car. "Have a good day with Iggy tomorrow! Hopefully what I gave you will make the day more…interesting. Seeya later!" and he got in his car and drove off.

My friends and I went inside our house, remembering our hectic day. Since it was already late, we all headed straight for bed. As I put on my pajamas and climbed up into my bed, I reflected on the day. Safi'd almost had a mental breakdown, I'd almost shot America in a bad spot, we'd thought Zara had shot herself in the foot, Mari showed what a great shot she was, we'd sung to the 80's, we'd hugged a whale, I'd been cussed out by an alien, and I'd probably scared away a potential Australian friend.

So overall a pretty good day!

*Willy Wonka and the Chocolate factory

** …*slowly raises hand* No, seriously, I love designing rooms & stuff and I actually made blueprints for this house.