"Are you bloody insane?" England exclaimed, wanting to rip France's hair out.
"England, I think you mispronounced brilliant. It's bloody brilliant, France." America patted France on the back.
"Don't worry, my little English muffin," France winked at England, "everything will be fine. You won't even have to do anything. America, of course, will be le héros."
"That's what I'm talking about!" America cheered.
"America, can you even do impressions?" England moaned.
"Of course!" America cleared his throat and began speaking in a bad English accent, "Ooh, look at me. I'm England. I sit around eating fish and chips and wondering if I'm catholic or protestant."
"Why you little…" England started to pounce, but France caught his arm.
"Perfect!" France smiled. "Let's get on with it now. Go."
America crept forward until he was crouching behind a bush directly in front of the Baltic monkeys. He turned around and gave France and England a thumbs up. England still looked pretty angry and mouthed the words, Ihopeyoudie, while France smiled widely and waved America forward.
America smiled and cleared his throat quietly, turning back to the group of monkeys. "Idiots!" America yelled, trying his best to sound like Belarus, which admittedly was pretty close.
The Baltic monkeys dropped the grapes on the found and looked around, clearly frightened.
America had to stifle a laugh. "Are you still peeling those grapes?" he yelled loudly. "Don't you have other chores to do? Why are you wasting time?"
"But, your wickedness," Estonia yelled, his eyes searching the area, "on the list of chores you gave us you told us to peel all the grapes before doing anything else."
"Are you questioning me?" America yelled in a scarier voice.
"Of course not, your wickedness, it's just that…"
"How dare you patronize me! For your incompetence you shall do the rest of your chores completely naked! Good luck waxing the cacti naked!"
Latvia's eyes widened noticeably, "Your wickedness! We can't possibly-"
"I don't want to hear anymore out of you! Take off your clothes and place them right in front of you, and then continue on with the rest of your work!"
"I think this is a trick," Lithuania said quietly. "My Belarus doesn't sound anything like that."
"What?" Estonia looked at Lithuania like he was crazy. "Of course it's Belarus!"
Lithuania shook his head, "I'm telling you, it can't be. I would know-"
"What are you buffoons standing around for? Get to work!"
America glanced around quickly and his eyes settled on Belarus poking her head out of one of the windows of the castle. Out of a pure stroke of luck, the real Belarus had yelled down at the monkeys.
"See! I told you! Hurry!" Estonia stripped off his clothes and ran away into the front door of the castle. The other monkeys did the same, leaving their clothes and the grapes on the ground in front of them.
America rushed forward and grabbed the clothes. "Guys! I got the monkeys' outfits!" He looked down and noticed the grapes at his feet. "And a snack!" he added happily.
A/N
In a stunning turn of events the editor, KaoruTheRandomBookworm was actually the author of this chapter! Isn't that great? That means that I, KaoruTheRandomBookworm, actually gets to write the author's note! YAY! This also means that there will be no editor's note. Hmmm. Well, maybe there will be if dyslexic-carmie decides to write a pre-reader's note or something. That would be awesome…..
This was actually suppose to be the beginning of the next chapter but I couldn't stop typing….So I have to go edit the next chapter now and hope that Dyslexic-Carmie doesn't notice that I wrote a whole nother chapter. Shhhh. Don't tell her.
