America hummed as he walked through one of his farms in Montana. He was in a very good mood, as he was looking forwards to seeing his cows again. (America loved cute animals.) But best of all, the reason he was here was because his favorite cow, Oreo, had given birth. So he now had a cute baby. Just before he got to the barn, he heard someone calling his name.

"Yo, America! How are you mate?" Australia called cheerfully as he walked towards the barn.

"Great!" America replied. "Oreo just gave birth!"

"Really? That's great! Can I see the calf?" Australia asked as he caught up to America.

"Sure, but why are you here?" America asked as he started to unlock the barn doors.

"I was bored, and I thought I would pay you a visit." Australia said with a shrug.

"Why is it when everyone is bored they come to me?" America asked in mock irritation.

"Because you're awesome. Now hurry up and open the door!" Australia whined.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm getting there." America said.

America finally got the lock off of the door, and slide the door open. When he looked inside, he saw Oreo, who was licking her small baby lovingly on the head. The calf was mooing in a disgruntled way, and was trying to get away from his bath. Oreo was an all brown cow who had a single white band around her middle, hence her name. Her calf was the same.

"Aww, look at the little thing." Australia cooed as he walked over to the cow pin. "He's so cute."

"I wonder what I should name him." America wondered out loud as he opened the pin and walked in.

Oreo looked over at America, and calmly watched him approach her. America started to pet her behind the ears, and she gave a happy moo.

"How about cream?" Australia suggested. The calf, taking advantage of his mother's momentary lack of attention, walked over to Australia. He gave a very small unhappy moo, and stared up at Australia with big brown eyes.

"I don't think he likes that." America laughed. "How about milk?"

Oreo gave America a scornful look.

"Nah, I don't think mamas too keen on that name." Australia chuckled. "I know, how about Cookie?"

At that, the calf gave a very angry moo and stomped it's feet.

"Dude, it's a boy." America said with a roar of laughter at the calf's reaction. "Cookie is not a manly name for a boy."

"Calm down boy, I was only joking." Australia said as he pat the baby on the head.

"I got it! What about Chip?" America said excitedly.

"Chip?" Australia asked in confusion. "Where in the name of heaven did you come up with that name?"

"You know, like Chips Ahoy. The cookie brand?" America asked. "Seeing that I named Oreo after a cookie brand, I thought it would be a good idea for her baby."

The calf gave a soft moo at the name, and walked over to America. It gently butted it's head on his leg. Oreo gave America a soft look, and licked her baby's head.

"Well, I think that answers that question." Australia said with a smile.

"Indeed it does." America said, patting Chip on his head.

A/N: Montana has three times the amount of cows than people. Ok, I want to say that I'm going to be busy this week with midterms, so don't think I abandoned my stories. I promise that I will update when I can.