After all of the stress after the election, America was just thankful it was over. (No one is ever happy about the outcomes of the elections, so he was used to it by now.) So, as he did every election year he went to his cabin in the mountains for a week to relax. (He also had to bring Hero, his cat, as the usual person who took care of him was going out of town for that weekend.) For about two days, nothing eventful happened, but on the third morning, America woke up to a slight chill in the cabin. Looking out, he saw big puffy snowflakes falling. Walking over to the window, America looked out at the woods surrounding the house. America sighed as he looked out of his window and watched the snow falling quietly to the ground. It had snowed about a foot overnight, and in the morning light the snow sparkled softly. The trees would shake every now and then when the snow fell off, making the woods seem to wave at him. There were small animal tracks of the deer in the woods, and some of raccoons by the trash. Other than that, the snow was untouched, beckoning America to come and fill it with foot prints. It was a true wonderland.
For a moment, America just let the atmosphere sink in. Then, reluctantly, he moved away from the window. After eating breakfast and getting dressed, he fed Hero. Hero, obviously not amused by the fact that his breakfast was late, meowed angrily. After sniffing the plate, Hero hissed as he realized his food smelled off.
"Hush you." America said as he poked the top of his cat's head. "You heard what the vet said, you're a little fatty. You have to eat the diet cat food."
Meowing angrily, Hero stormed off under the sofa, with only his tail stinking out.
Rolling his eyes, America walked over to the front door and took his coat off the hook and put it on, and grabbed his car brush and shovel. Bracing himself for the cold, he opened the door and stepped outside.
As he expected, his car was buried a pile of snow. "Fuck, you'd think after over two hundred years of putting up with this bull shit I would be used to shoveling snow." America grumbled as he started to dig a pathway to his car. "But no, I have to be an adult and do adult things like shoveling the goddamn snow instead of playing with it." After digging for a while, he started look around at the snow. He couldn't help but remember a time when he was still England's colony, and was still living with England in the big house they used to share when he was a small boy. As he took a break, he remembered the first snow fall after the house was built.
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"England, England!" America shouted excitedly as he raced into England's bedroom. Climbing up onto the bed, he began to shake England's shoulders.
"Look, look, it snowed last night! It looks like it goes up to my waist!" America shouted excitedly as he bounced on the bed.
"Hmm, what?" England muttered sleepily as he opened a drowsy eye to look at the small boy shaking him. "That's lovely poppet." He yawned as he snuggled back into bed.
"No, don't go back to sleep." America whined as he patted the top of England's head.
"But I'm tired." England said he put the cover over his head. "It's too early."
"England, noooo!" America huffed as he started to push England out of bed.
"Woah, America!" England yelped as he fell onto the floor. America giggled as he watched England untangle himself from his sheets on the floor. "America, what have I told you about using that strength of yours?" England said sternly as he got up.
"I don't know." America said happily. "I forgot."
With a huff, England gave America a stern look. "I said not to use it to break me or the house."
"Ah, but you see I didn't break you or the house, I just pushed you out of bed." America said as he gave his guardian a big grin. "So I didn't break the rules."
For a moment, England just gave America an angry look, then he started to laugh. "Alright, you have me there." England said with an amused smile as he picked up America. "But I guess I'll have to make a new rule. No pushing me out of bed."
"Aww, ok. But look, it snowed last night! See." America said cheerfully as he pointed out the window.
"I see, I see." England chuckled as he carried America back to his room. "I'll have to tell one of the servants to shovel the path.
"No, don't." America huffed as he lightly smacked England's cheek. "I wanna play in it."
"No America, you'll just get your clothes wet and make a mess. And it's not "I wanna play in the snow," It is "I want to play in the snow.""
"Ugh, not grammar lessons this early!" America whined as England put him down in front of the dresser.
"America, it is important for you to learn proper English. You will speak like a gentleman." England said as he pulled out Americas clothes.
"But I wanna-, I mean, I want to play in the snow! I want to build a snowman!" America whined as England got him dressed.
"No means no, America." England said with firm look.
Sighing, America pouted as he watched England get ready.
"Really America, your face is going to freeze like that." England said as he glanced over at the pouting boy next to him.
"I don't care." America mumbled.
"Come on, let's get something to eat shall we?" England said as he ushered the boy down the stairs.
After they went downstairs, England and America sat at the table eating in silence as America continued to pout. After a while, there was a knock at the door and the butler walked in.
"Mr. England sir, there is a letter for you." He said as he handed the letter to England.
"Oh, thank you James." England said as he took the letter. Nodding, James walked back out of the room, shutting the door behind him.
For a minute, England sat in silence as he read the letter. Then with a huff, he folded it up and cleared his throat.
"America?" He asked.
"Yes?" America asked, looking over at England in interest.
"I am going to go into town to speak to a few people from the government. I'll be back around three. It seems I'm going to put our math lessons off for today."
"Oh, that's too bad." America said as he tried not to smile.
"Don't worry, we'll do it tomorrow." England said as he stood up. "While I'm gone, don't get into any trouble, and don't you dare lay a single toe in the snow."
"Okay, Okay, I heard you the first time." America mumbled.
"And don't mumble, it makes you sound uneducated." England said as he walked to the door.
After America was sure England was gone, he jumped out of his seat and ran to the kitchen. When he opened the door, he saw James cleaning dishes. James was America's favorite person other than England in the house. He was an older gentleman, around his 70's. He always had interesting stories and often played with America when America was bored.
"James, do you know where my coat is?" America asked as he tugged on the old man's sleeve.
"Oh, Alfred, I didn't see you come in." James said as he smiled kindly down at the boy. "Now, I could have sworn I heard Mr. England telling you not to lay a single toe in the snow."
"I'm not, I promise I'm not." America said. "I'm just going to go on the porch and look at it. That' ok right?"
"Hmm, I guess that's alright." James said with a laugh. "But why on earth do you want to look at it? You have such strange idea's."
"Come on, please?" America asked.
"Alright lad." James said. "I put your coat, scarf, and gloves in the hallway closet."
"Thanks you, James." America said happily as he raced to the hallway. As he reached the front of the house, America peeked out and saw England getting into the carriage and start pulling out of the driveway. After America was sure England was gone, he raced over to the closet and pulled on his coat, scarf, and gloves and opened the door. Shivering from the sudden cold, America walked down to the closest step with snow on it and picked some up with his hands. Then, he gathered up as much as he could and started to make a ball out of it. Once it had become a rather large snow ball, he placed it on the step and started to make a smaller one. He did this once more, until he had stacked it up into a small snowman. Smiling, he stared proudly at his small masterpiece.
"What do we have here?" James asked as he walked out and saw America looking at his little snowman.
"It's a snowman." America said.
"That's a bit small don't you think?" James asked as he sat on the step next to America with a thoughtful look.
"Yeah, but I can't go where there's a lot of snow to build a big one." America pouted.
For a moment, they sat in silence, then James snapped his fingers and grinned.
"Well, you can't, but I can. How about I bring some snow over to you so you can build that snowman without stepping in it?"
"Woah, really!?" America asked as he stared excitably up at the man next to him.
"Yes, why don't I get my shovel?" James asked with a grin as he ruffled the America's hair.
After a few minutes, America was molding a big snowman on the porch as James brought snow to him. Once it was big enough, James brought out a carrot for the nose and coal for the eyes.
"What kind of face shall we give him?" James asked as he stood next to America.
"Let's make it look like England." America said happily.
"What a clever idea." James said as he started to make the face on the snowman. After he put on the eyes, he started to make as smiley face when America tugged on his sleeve.
"No, make it look stern." America said. "England always looks stern."
"That's a bit harsh don't you think?" James asked as he started laughing at the bluntness of America.
"No, it's the truth." America said with a giggle.
"Alright then, but we can't make him look stern without eyebrows. What should we make the Eyebrows out of?"
"We can make them out of sticks." America said. "But make sure to make the eyebrows super big. I mean, make them giant."
"Again, don't you think that's a bit harsh." James asked as he chuckled.
"No, I'm just telling you to make it look like him." America said as he bounced up and down.
For a minute, they molded the face until it was stern looking and had bushy looking eyebrows. For a moment, the two of them looks at their handy work with pride.
"It looks just like him." America said as he gave the snowman a nod of approval.
"Indeed it does." James said with a laugh. "Well, I for one am getting cold. Why don't I make us a hot cup of tea to warm us up?"
"Oh, can we have muffins too?" America asked excitably as James took his by the hand and led him back into the house.
"Of course." James said.
About an hour later, England walked into the house and spotted America and James eating muffins together.
"Could someone tell me how such a handsome snowman ended up on our porch?" England asked with an amused look on his face.
"James made it with me. He gathered up the snow while I played with it." America said with a yawn as he rubbed his eyes. "I didn't put a single toe in the snow just like you said."
"Oh I see." England said as he gave James an amused smile. "But it seems to me lad you're getting a bit tired."
"I'm never tired. America said as he tried to stop himself from yawning.
"Uh huh, and I'm the tooth fairy." England chuckled as he picked up America. Off to bed with you. We don't need you falling asleep at the table.
"Okay." America muttered. "Thanks again James, it was fun." America said as England carried him out of the room.
"Not a problem, Alfred." James said with a gentle smile. And after that, America fell asleep.
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America sighed as he looked around him. He hadn't thought about James in many, many years. About a year after they had built that snowman together he had died in his sleep. While he had been devastated at the time, he had healed over the years. He just missed the stories he used to tell him.
"Wow, this turned depressing." America muttered. He resumed his shoveling, and finally made it to the car. As he took his car brush out, he stopped and stared at the car thoughtfully for a second. Then, he brushed off all of the snow onto the ground. However, after he was done he built a small snowman on the hood of it, and with a smirk, walked back over to the house. As he opened the door, Hero walked out, and made a bolt towards the snow in a dash of freedom. However, he slipped and fell into the snow with a small poof sound, and with a hiss ran back inside where the warmth was.
"What, did you get cold feet?" America asked with a howl of laughter as he watched Hero try to shake the snow off of himself, only to become wet as the snow melted. Howling in anger, the cat once again hid under the sofa in a temper tantrum.
A/N: I live once more to bring you the strange things about America. Yes, it is that magical time of year where the north gets 3 feet of snow and the people down south, (a.k.a. me) does not get even frost and is very jealous of not having ever a millimeter of snow. While some people see the snow as something fun, (mostly kids), the adults have to shovel it and be pissed off that they can't go to work. And where in the south if we even see a snow flake we freak out and buy all the bread out of the store like the world is ending. And Canada laughs at us. Oh, yeah, sense In the south we never get any snow, when we do get it, it is never enough to build a large one. So I build small ones around my house to make up for it.