Today's includes:
America
Sealand
Canada
Australia
New Zealand
Alaska
The group of nations sits around the campfire. Each one with a coy smile on their faces though it's hidden in the darkness. "So Dudes you ready for a Snipe hunt?" America says after finishing his s'more.
"Snipe? What's a snipe?" Sealand asks as he blows out his marshmallow.
"Oh mate it's this big thing that has glowing red eyes and a black tail. Least that's what they look like down under ain't that right Toby?" He says it while nudging his neighbor.
New Zealand rolls his eyes. "You won't know a snipe if it walked up and sat on your head. But they are very nice creatures." He smiles warmly. "They won't hurt a hair on your head."
"Unless you piss them off," Canada says with a soft smirk. "Good thing snipes only get mad over one thing."
"Uneaten marshmallows." America finishes. "They can't stand it when there's a bag left." As he says it he points back to where their marshmallows should have been. "Dude, the Snipe got my marshmallows!"
Both Sealand and Alaska are on their feet in seconds. "Yo where did they go?" Alaska says as he grabs his flashlight. "Cause I wanted another s'more."
"Yeah it couldn't have gotten far." Sealand pulls out his phone.
"Alright mates yah have ta be really loud and yell it's mating call. It's the only way." Australia says hoping that he's not smiling.
Alaska nods. "What is it?"
"Loo Loo Lookie."
Canada stands up. "Then you have to smack a branch on a tree and keep it up until you hear it answer you okay?"
"Okay." Both smaller personifications say at once racing into the darkened woods.
Only then do the nations burst out in laughter. "Well someone has to stay with them in case they do find something." Canada says looking right at his brother.
America nods, stands up and follows. "Guys wait up." He calls out with a chuckle. "Let's not get lost too." He follows the loud smacking sounds and mating calls to see both boys kneeling down at a creek. "Find something?"
Alaska nods looking back over at his guardian. "Pops isn't this a snipe?" The state points to a small brown and white bird shivering in the water.
After looking it over the nation carefully picks up the wounded bird. "Yeah it is…" He wraps the fragile creature in his jacket. "He's a little lost ain't he?" America manages a smile. "Let's get him back to the fire and see what we can do okay?"
"Pops what happened to the marshmallows then?"
Thinking quickly America answers, "Well it must have been his Australian cousin that took our marshmallows but once this little guy is dried off we can go look for them."
Sealand touches the small trembling bird. "Will the Snipe be okay?"
"We'll have to see."