A/N

Me: Hey everyone! Surprised to see a new chapter up so quick? Good! I'm going to try to get into the habit of posting ever other week!

Onilee: *rolls eyes* Yeah, good luck with that...

Me: Ignoring the sarcasm, thanks for believing in me! This chapter is about our favorite little voice of reason: KOBEY! Featuring Pinky and America! ENJOY~!

Hetalia Kids Chapter 14

Kobey had been seated at his desk for hours by this time, scribbling furiously in his notebook. To his left, Pinky was sitting at the edge of his cage, peering through the bars to see what Kobey was doing.

"Gee, Kobey," Pinky started, "what exactly are you doin'?"

"Trying to figure out how to bring back the dead," Kobey responded curtly.

"Why are you doin' that?"

"To bring Gilroy back of course," Kobey growled in frustration. "Really, Pinky, I tell you this every night!"

"Sorry, Kobey." The rat sheepishly looked down at the floor of his cage.

"It's okay, I'm just so frustrated! This formula won't come out right now matter what I do!"

"Have you tried carrying the y variable?"

"...What?"

"Just a guess." The little creature shrugged.

Kobey slammed his head against the desk. "I've been outsmarted by my own rat," he lamented.

At that moment, the door flew open and America charged into the room, sporting his usual wide grin. Pinky jumped at the loud noise, scampering behind Kobey's pencil case and falling silent. "Little buddy! There you are! I've been looking all over for you!"

Kobey turned to face his father. "What is it, dad? I'm kind of in the middle of something big," he sighed.

"I'm going to teach you how to fly a plane today!" America beamed, grabbing Kobey by the arm, yanking him out of his seat and leading him down the stairs.

"A plane?! Dad, you do realize I'm eight, right? I'm pretty sure it's illegal!"

America snorted. "The law? Who gives a crap, about the law? You need to know how to fly, little buddy. I wish I'd learned when I was your age!"

"You couldn't have! They weren't invented yet!"

"Well then you lucked out!"

Kobey rolled his eyes. He'd found out long ago that it was nearly impossible to talk sense into his dad. It was easier to simply go along with what he said and hope he didn't end up in the hospital later.

"Alfred? Where are you taking Kobey?" Japan queried as the two passed through the living room.

"Out to the garage, I'm teaching him how to fly the biplane!"

"Oh, that's-Wait a minute, what?!"

"He's teaching me how to fly," Kobey repeated, far less enthusiastically than his father.

"Alfred! I know you can be reckless, but Kobey's eight years old! He can't even drive yet! How do you expect him to fly?!"

"Hey, when the zombie apocalypse comes, you'll be really happy he knows how to fly a plane!"

"And it's coming sooner than you think..." Kobey muttered to himself.

"But, what if the plane crashes?!" Japan implored.

"Relax! I'll be in the plane with him. He'll be fine!" America replied nonchalantly.

"Did you even ask Kobey if he wanted to do this?!" Japan accused.

"I think an upcoming zombie apocalypse trumps a 'no'!"

"It's okay, Mom," Kobey reassured. "Dad may be insane, but I really don't think he'd let me crash."

"Are you sure about this?" Japan questioned, then quickly added, "And stop calling me 'Mom'."

"Yeah, why not?" Kobey shrugged.

"That's all I needed to hear!" America cheered, clasping Kobey's arm again and rushing out the back door.

Once they were in the garage, America lifted the tarp off an old, blaringly yellow biplane. "It's a good plane to start flying with," he explained. "I spent all last night doing some tune-ups. It should run perfect."

He hoped in front seat. "I'll start off, show you the basics, land, and then give you control. Got it?" Kobey nodded. "Good. Get your goggles and a helmet on!"

"Why do I need a helmet?" Kobey asked curiously.

"To give your mother at least some peace knowing if we crash your brain won't fly out." Noticing the look on Kobey's face he quickly added, "B-but don't worry! I'm a professional! I won't let you die!"

"Thanks, Dad…really comforting to know that," Kobey commented sarcastically.

America didn't notice. "Good! Now get your goggles and brain bucket already and let's go!"

Once Kobey had strapped himself in, America started up the plane. He shouted over the engine, "Now! We just get her going at a nice pace down the runway, slowly gaining speed, then we pull this down towards the end to get the nose off the ground! The rest will follow!"

"What?!" Kobey yelled back, not catching a bit of his father's rapid lesson.

"Good! Glad you understand!" America responded, turning to the runway and pulling the plane into the sky.

Once they were a few hundred feet off the ground, Kobey looked down to see their house growing smaller and smaller. He felt his stomach drop and his head spin slightly at the dizzying height.

"How's it feel to be flying?!" America asked, still bellowing over the roaring engine. Kobey picked up enough to understand what his father was asking.

"It's pretty cool, I guess!" he responded at the same volume.

"Awesome! Now I'm going to show you how to turn! Pay attention now!" Kobey leaned forward and watched as his father maneuvered the aircraft around the clouds. He was impressed at how it all seemed so effortless, but he knew it was much harder than it looks.

After a while, America turned to Kobey. "Hey, you think this thing would fit in a Burger King drive-thru?"

Kobey shrugged. "Worth a shot!"

"Let's pick up some dinner then! I'm starved!" America turned the nose of the plane downward, diving at an incredible speed, only to level out twenty feet above the buildings below.

Eventually, they made their way into the drive-thru. It was definitely a day to remember for the staff: One didn't often get the opportunity to serve burgers to a man in a giant yellow biplane.

"I think we'd disappoint them if we don't come in the plane next time we're here," Kobey remarked as he munched on his fries.

"Gd pnt lil' budy!" America replied, the words muffled by the Whopper crammed into his mouth. "Y-u cn fly nex' tim!"

'I don't think I can learn how to fly that well by tomorrow...' Kobey thought.

"You can start right now!" America said, finally swallowing his burger. "Just climb up front!"

"Dad! We're in the air!"

"Like I said, I'm an expert!" America gloated. "I'll make sure you don't fall!"

Kobey was hesitant, but eventually managed to crawl over to the cockpit and sit next to his dad. America placed Kobey's hands on the stick.

"I'm going to let go in a few seconds. Just remember: Up is pull, down is push, left is left, and right is right!"

Kobey nodded nervously. "What have I gotten myself into?" His muttered question was deafened out by the noise of the propeller.

"Okay! On three! One...two...three!" Ameica let go and Kobey felt himself struggling to keep the plane flying steady. The stick seemed to have a mind of its own, and he needed plenty of strength to keep it in place.

"You're doing it, little buddy!" America cheered. "I told you that you could!"

"This...isn't so bad, I guess!" Kobey smiled slightly.

"That's the spirit! Now take it down a little, we don't wanna fly too high!" Kobey slowly pushed the stick and eased the plane down. "See? You're a natural!"

"Really?"

"Of course you are! You're MY son after all." America proclaimed.

"Maybe I can fly this to BK tomorrow..." Kobey stated to the air.

"Tomorrow? Oh, no…we're going there now! We forgot to pick up something for your mother! Now turn around!"

Kobey chuckled and, with a little help, turned the plane around.

A/N

Me: Yup, little bit of fluff at the end. But, c'mon! Kobey was due for some spotlight!

Onilee: It was hard enough to find him, that kid is like a level ten wallflower!

Me: What? You're done insulting me so now your insulting the children?

Onilee: Who said I was done insulting you? *AHEM* You're chubby, you're lazy, you're ideas are clichéd, you're writing style sucks, you're annoying, you can't get a man in your life...

Me: ALRIGHT I GET IT! And so what if I don't have a man...*sniff* I-I'm an independent w-woman...*wipes eyes* Alright readers, few things to say before I leave. A) Thanks to those who read my Soul Eater fanfic! I'm glad you liked it and I hope some more of you guys are still interested! B) I'm going to have you guys vote on who Chapter 15 will be about! Just send me a Review or a PM about who you want. I'll tally up the votes, and write! If no one votes, instead of you guys waiting two weeks, you'll wait a month! Voting for of them is acceptable! C) Thanks to everyone who's followed this story! I LOVE YOU GUYS SO MUCH! Until next time FOLLOW, FAVORITE, AND REVIEW~!