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The American started to shake; even if he found out the first rule of being a hero his car was wrecked. The American growled. I'll kill whoever did this!

The American rammed his fists to the car making the tires break off of the car completely. "GOD DAMMIT!"

My ears perked up. America? I glanced towards the door for the umpteenth time. I felt like an idiot. I must be going crazy. I could have sworn I heard that American's voice yelling at someone.

I shrugged and went back to the flowers. I already ripped apart maybe 600. I looked at Older sister as she placed another vase in front of me. I tiled my head. "Why are you okay with me destroying all the decorations?"

Older sister made smiled. "Well, France is already "Buzzed" and I don't want any of my flowers to be his…ummmm…only clothing in the later hours—"—Older Sister petted the top of my head in a loving manner.—"At least with you I know these flowers will be used for a good alternative."

I nodded in understanding and went back to ripping the flowers apart petal by petal.

The English man glanced at the Native American Princess before turning away. The Native American Princess was listening to the sprits again. Something was wrong.

Pocahontas turned to the English man. "May you help me?"

The English man turned to the Princess. "Of course…what do you need?"

"I shall help as well!" The Ukrainian said as she walked pass the two.

Both the English man and Native American looked at the Ukrainian with shocked wonder. "You can see me/her?" Both asked together.

The Ukrainian walked back to the pair with three glasses with wine; her face was twisted in confusion. "Yes, I can…But at first I thought you were a fairy—because of your clothes….but Now that I think more about it you look more like one of America's older people."

Pocahontas smiled at being called a fairy. "Yes, I am Pocahontas, and if it is not too much trouble may you two stall for Pasun—I-I mean America may find a way to come and stop the proposal?"

"How?" The Ukrainian asked not understanding. The Native American shrugged not having the answer.

The English man sighed knowing a way he could stall. "Bloody hell…give me some alcohol…I'll make this party go in a uproar…"

The Ukrainian slowly nodded; She knew what happened when The English man got drunk. The Ukrainian couldn't allow her friend to make a fool of himself….at least not alone.

The American looked up as the Revolutionary held a note in front of the American. "What's that?" The American asked as he took the note and read it.

Privet America,

Not that I do not trust you, but I must be safe, da. I will buy you a new car….AFTER the party.

Hope you understand, da.

Russia

The American held his breath, so he wouldn't swear the whole world out. The American zippered upped his jacket, wearily. He wasn't as fast a runner, but he had to try.

The American looked at his watch before he took off at full speed with the Revolutionary behind him to where the ball was and….

Where the girl he loved was…