Today's will include:
Sealand
America
Canada
Iceland
Scotland
Australia
I was supposed to be on team Island but, I felt bad that Uncle Al and Mattie were all alone against the four of us. Boy was I wrong…
Uncle Al went down quick, snow balls hitting him everywhere (and one filled with ice cause well Emil sometimes doesn't play fair.) It looked like all was lost until Uncle Scotty noticed one thing that sent a chill down his spine.
"Where's the Canadian!?" He yelled out, his white breath encircling his head as he frantically looked around. He got his answer as a snowball beamed him in the back of the head, sending him flying forward. "God damn it boy, where are yah?"
It was then that Emil caught sight of him. It wasn't a game anymore, but a game of cat and mouse. Both men were out for blood, it was so clear to everyone else that when I stepped forward Jett wrapped his arm around my shoulder. "Nope."
"What?"
"Unless yah want smacked with one of those fucking ice bombs."
By this time Uncle Al was up, holding his head as a small stream of blood oozed from his cheek. "Hot chocolate until they kill each other?"
"Yeah." The rest answered as we tracked back to the safety of the kitchen.
Soon we were watching the pair as the sun began to sink in the sky. "So should we do something?" I asked as Uncle Mattie ducked behind a tree.
Scotland shook his head, sipping his drink. "They'll get hungry eventually."
"You sure about that?"
"I said…eventually."