"Dude, France you're doing it wrong!" America's voice calls from somewhere.

"I beating you in this game," France's voice responds. "Maybe you're doing it wrong."

Okay, cool I'm able to hear things again. That means it wouldn't be long until I'm able to see the world around me again. Yay, that's great news.

"Nope you're most certainly doing it wrong," America's voice says. "If you were doing it right you wouldn't be winning."

I wish I could see what those two were up to. I would love for this darkness to be over for I could watch France whip America's butt at whatever game they're playing.

Wait. Am I actually routing for frog face?

"I win again!" France cheers from wherever he and America are playing whatever game they're playing.

Nah, I'm not routing for frog face to win. I'm just hoping to see America fail at something for once in his life. Even if that does mean France beating him.

Wow, I'm a terrible parent. I raised that little booger of America, and now I'm hoping that I get to watch him fail miserably at something.

America makes some sort of strange noise of disgust. "Bro, you're totally cheating or something."

"Am not. You're just really bad at playing Just Dance 4 with the television turned to mute."

Seriously, that's what those two idiots are playing? I thought it would be a poker or something. I really don't see America and France playing a dancing game together.

Damn, now I really want this stupid darkness to be over. I would love to watch those two dance around like some pretty girls. Actually those two probably wouldn't make very pretty girls.

Oh gross. Now I'm picturing those two as girls. France really does make a hairy female. Gross.

"Okay, I get to pick the next song!" America's voice exclaims. "Oh, and this time we're going to turn the volume back up!"

"You picked the last song," France's voice whines. "And we can't turn the volume up."

"Why?"

"We can't wake England," France answers. "He gets really whiny if you wake him."

I do not! You get really whiny when you get woken up, France. I'm not the whiny one! You're the whiny one!

Crap, now I'm whinnying. France, you made me whine! Well, you made me whine in my head.

Ugh, I've been spending way too much time thinking in my head. This stupid prissy darkness needs to end already. I need to have a normal conversation with an actual person before I go completely insane.

America makes some sort of puff noise. "England's been sleeping for a really long time. Maybe we should wake him."

"Nah, I say give the boy his beauty sleep. Maybe if he had more sleep his eyebrows wouldn't be so thick."

"That doesn't make any sense."

I agree with America on this one. Wow, I'm actually agreeing with America. I really am going insane.

"It does if you think about it."

America makes some noises. Its like he's moving somewhere. "I'm going to get England out of that suitcase we stuck him in."

What? Seriously, what? I'm in a suitcase? A suitcase? How the hell did that happen?

"I was really wishing that we would get to see England's reaction when he realized he was stuck in a suitcase."

"Me too," America admits. "But I don't want my mommy to suffocate."

My mommy? Since when am I your mommy, America?

"Daddy thinks it's a good idea to leave mommy in a suitcase."

Daddy? Since when is France the daddy? Since when are we parents together?

Ugh, why are those two trying to make me think off topic? I should be spending my thoughts wondering why the hell I'm trapped in a suitcase.

Seriously, why the hell am I trapped in a suitcase? What the hell did those two do to my knocked out body?

"Gross. I don't want you to be my dad," America's voice says after a pause or two.

Yeah! You tell him America!

"But your okay with England being your mom?"

"Yeah, 'cause the bro is already pretty much my mom," America answers.

What? How? Since when am I pretty much your mom?

"How?"

I'm wondering the exact same thing, France.

"Well, England is always worrying about me and stuff-"

If you weren't so stupid I wouldn't have to worry about you!

"-isn't that what a mom does?"

Shit. I really am America's mom.

France's voice gives that famous laugh. "I guess you're right there. Can I be your daddy?"

You better say "no" to this America.

"Nah. I already got a madre worrying about me. See I used Spanish. Madre means mom in Spanish."

"I know."

"Anywho, since I already got a mom to worry about me I don't need a dad worrying about me too."

Yeah, you tell him America! For once I'm actually proud of you.

And now my thoughts are wicked distracted again. I really should be wondering why I'm stuck in a suitcase. Or how I can get out of this stupid suitcase.

If I'm stuck in a stupid suitcase then why don't I feel like my body is pressed in some sort of crazy shape. Maybe I'm stuck in a really big suitcase, and I'm standing up.

I don't feel like I'm standing up. In fact I don't feel like my body is doing anything. It sort of just feels like I'm just sort of floating around in some sort of crazy atmosphere. Is that even possible?

Wow. I've gone through a number of crazy things today, and now I'm wondering if its possible for me to be bent in a strange shape and not feel it. What is wrong with me? If all the other impossible things happened already, then it would be easy for this impossible thing to happen.

"Hey, France, do you want to come watch England's reaction when we take him out of the little suitcase?"

Wait little suitcase? I thought I was standing. Wow, my legs are going to hurt when I'm able to feel things again.

France gives his famous laugh again. "Of course."

Jerk. Of course he would want to see me in pain. I bet I'm in some sort of weird position with my legs going around my neck.

Oh gross. I bet France enjoyed separating my legs to put them around my neck. That pervert.

I hear a noise of a zipper, and the next thing I know a bunch of light is shinning in my face.

"Dude, his eyes are open," America says. "I thought he was going to be asleep."

"Maybe he sleeps with his eyes open-"

I cut France off. "You wankers! Why did you stick me in a suitcase?"

A/N

Yeah, it's been a long time since I've updated. College, clubs, and flat out being lazy have kept me busy. I have a big collection of stories on my alert list that I need to read and review the updates of. I have no idea when I'll get to them.

Sorry for keeping y'all waiting. I don't think I deserve your review since I made you wait for a ridiculously long time.

But I still want your review! Please review and tell me whatever grammar/spelling mistake you noticed.