About a week after the Starbucks incident, America's vacation was finally over. While America wasn't looking forward to the work load he had waiting for him, he was happy to finally be able to travel again. He had been stuck in his house for far too long. So, when he went to the World Meeting in Italy, he didn't even complain about it. As he walked into the lobby of the building, he heard someone calling his name. Looking over to the caller, he saw Finland waving at him. He was standing next to meeting room with Sweden and Sealand. Waving back, he walked over to the small group. He noted that Sealand seemed to be excited about something.
"America, it's been awhile since we've seen you." Finland said warmly. "I've heard that you had quite an interesting vacation."
"That's one way of putting it." America said with a grimace.
"Yes, I suppose it is." Finland said with a chuckle. "You seem to be getting into quite a few interesting scenarios these days."
"That's what everyone keeps telling me." America laughed.
"We only heard about it yesterday." Sweden said. "Are you alright?"
"Where were you shot?" Sealand asked curiously.
"Sealand!" Finland scolded, shooting the younger nation a disapproving look. "We don't ask people that!"
"Oh, sorry." Sealand said sheepishly, giving America an apologetic smile.
"It's ok." America chuckled, ruffling Sealand's hair. "I don't mind. I was shot in my right shoulder, but I'm all healed up now."
Sealand eyes widened, and he glanced over at America's shoulder in interest. "Did you get a scar?"
"Nah, no battle scars for me." America said with a smirk. "I'm too heroic for that. Although it would have probably looked awesome."
"Sealand, don't you have something to ask America?" Sweden asked suddenly, nodding towards America. Sealand suddenly grinned, and started bouncing up and down with excitement again. Grabbing America's coat, he started tugging on it and started talking quickly.
"Wy, Seborga, and I want to go camping and we wanted to know if you would let us camp out in one of your forests? We asked Molossia to join us as well, but he said that he was busy and the others all had stuff to do. Please Mr. America? Please, please, please, please, PLEASE?"
"Woah, slow down." America said, putting his hands up to calm the micronation. "Calm down dude."
"Sorry. But can we please?" Sealand asked, giving America his best puppy dog eyes.
"How am I going to say no to that." America laughed. Then glancing at Sweden, he added, "You're ok with me looking after him, right?"
"I have no problems with it." Sweden said with a nod.
"I mean, if it's not too much trouble." Finland said with an unsure look. "You did just get back to work and you must be busy."
"Yeah, I do need to get some stuff done." America agreed, and Sealand's face fell. "But," America added, giving Sealand a smile, "I should be free this weekend. How does that sound?"
"Yeah!" Sealand said, nodding quickly.
"Ok. So, kiddo, any idea on which forest you want to visit?" America asked.
"Surprise us." Sealand said with a shrug. "One forest is as good as any other."
America thought for a moment, then with a nod he gave Sealand a smirk. "You got it. Tell the others that I'll send them the date and location. I got to get running. I'm presenting first today. Finland, Sweden, good to see you." And with that, America ran off, plans running through his head.
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That weekend, America met up with the three micronations on the edge of the Pine Barrens in New Jersey. After they had checked that they had all of their camping equipment, they had set out on the path to the campsite that America had chosen. America was in the lead, with Sealand and Wy behind him reading the map, and Seborga in the back. A few hours into their hike, Wy and Sealand had started to bicker.
"I'm telling you, Iron man is way cooler than Thor!" Sealand said with a huff. "He's got a metal suit of armor! He's rich! He's super smart!"
"What? No way." Wy argued. "Thor is super strong, strong enough to take on Hulk. He's got lightning powers! And he is an actual god. Plus, he's not as rude as Iron Man."
"His rudeness is part of his charm! And Thor's lightning has nothing on Iron Man's suit! You saw in the Avengers that it only charged it!"
"Please, Thor could wipe the floor with Iron Man if he wanted to." Wy said, rolling her eyes. "He was obviously holding back his power. I mean, did you see how much power he had in his most recent movie? Iron Man has nothing on that."
Sealand puffed out his cheeks in frustration. "You're only saying that because you think Thor looks hot."
"What?" Wy sputtered with a blush, nearly dropping the compass. Then glaring at Sealand, she said, "That's totally not true! Plus, you only like Iron Man because you're made of metal! You're totally biased!"
"Am not!" Sealand said, glaring back at Wy.
"Are to!"
"Are not!"
"Are to!"
"Are not!"
"I like Black Widow the best." Seborga butted in, stopping the other two's bickering. "She's super cute. And she's super deadly. What more could you ask for?"
"Sure, she was cool in Winter Soldier." Wy admitted, looking back at the taller micronation. "But she really needed her own movie."
"That's for sure." Seborga agreed. "What about Hawkeye? Shouldn't he get his own movie too?"
"No one likes Hawkeye." Wy huffed. "He's lame."
"No, he's not!" Sealand said with a scowl, looking up from reading the map. "He's awesome!"
"Oh, what can he do?" Wy asked with a dismissive sniff. "Shoot sticks?"
"He shoots arrows. ARROWS, not sticks! And they're tricked out!" Sealand argued.
"So, Mr. America," Seborga said, cutting off the other two before they could start arguing again, "Who is your favorite Marvel hero?"
"Yeah, who's your favorite?" Sealand and Wy asked in unison.
America turned around with a snort and gave the three of them a disbelieving look. "Really? You really need to ask me that? I would have thought it was obvious. It's Captain America of course!"
"Oh yeah, that would make sense." Seborga said with a chuckle.
"Of course." Wy said with a small smile.
"Oh, come on!" Sealand whined, throwing America an exasperated look. "You couldn't be less creative if you tried."
"I stand by my choice." America replied, sticking his tongue out playfully. "By the way, how much longer do we have till we get to the camp site?"
"Uh, hold on a sec." Sealand said, looking down at the map in his hand. "I think we should be there after we get over this hill."
"Great!" America said with a smile. "Man, I haven't camped here for almost a hundred years!"
"Why not?" Wy asked with a frown.
"I'll tell you later." America said with a dismissive wave.
As they came to the top of the hill, they spotted a small clearing. America told the others that was where they were camping, and they walked down to it. As they put down their things, America pulled out a list out of his bag. Clearing his throat, he got the other's attention.
"Ok, I've got a list of things we need to do before it gets dark. I'll set up the firepit, because honestly, I have the most experience making one and I don't want you guys setting the forest on fire. Wy, Seborga, you guys set up the tents. Sealand, could you go get firewood?"
"I'm on it!" Sealand said, running over to the woods.
"Don't go far, stay in sight!" America called after him.
"Okay!"
Nodding, America went to his task. Wy and Seborga dragged the tents to edge of the clearing, and started to unpack them. For a half an hour, they attempted to get the rods to fit together, but it became clear that they didn't really know what they were doing.
"No, place that one on this one." Wy said, pointing to one of the rods.
"Which one?" Seborga asked, "They all look the same!"
"The long one."
"They're all the same length." Seborga said with a frustrated sigh, flopping on his back onto the ground.
"No, they're not!" Wy said. Looking around her, she frowned. She picked up the bags that the tents were in and looked through them, but her frown just got larger. Sighing, she turned to look at America. "Mr. America, did you see where the instructions for the tents went?"
"Hmm?" America hummed, looking up from where he was digging the firepit. "The instructions? Aren't they with the tents?"
"I can't find them."
"One of the bags has a small pouch on the inside. It should be there."
Looking into the bag, she found the pocket. Pulling them out, she looked over them and groaned. "Seborga, dismantle it. We did everything wrong."
"Oh come on!" Seborga groaned, throwing his arms in the air.
A few minutes later, Sealand came back with the wood, he helped them finish off the tents. The tents formed a circle, all of them facing the fire in the middle of the circle. There were two tents. One for the boys, and one for Wy. It was just getting dark when America finished the fire pit and started up the fire. Then with a gleam in his eyes, he went over to the cooler and started pulling out food.
"So, what do you guys know about roasting things over a fire?" He asked, as the others surrounded the fire.
"Uh, not much." Sealand said with a shrug. "But it can't be that hard."
"Australia sometimes takes me camping. So, I know a few things." Wy said.
"And you still can't set up a tent?" Seborga teased.
"Well, he usually sets up the tents." Wy huffed.
"Alright, so each of you gets a skewer." America said, pulling them out of his backpack and handing each of them one. Then with a stern look, he added, "If you abuse your skewer, it will be taken away, and I'll make your food for you."
"Jeez, we know Mr. Boy Scout." Sealand said, rolling his eyes. Seborga started to laugh, but tried to covered it up with a cough. He didn't do a very good job.
America raised an eyebrow, then smirked. "That's Eagle Scout to you."
"Oh my god." Sealand said. Seborga started laughing loudly and even Wy laughed. "Just pass the hot dogs."
"Only because you asked so nicely." America chuckled. After everyone had put a hotdog on the end of their stick, they put it over the fire.
"This isn't hard." Sealand said.
"Just make sure to keep an eye on your wiener." America said. "Don't let it catch on fire. Well, unless you like your meat well done."
"Oh no, my wiener!" Seborga cried as his hotdog fell into the fire.
"That's one charred wiener." America commented.
"Here, take the bag." Wy said, passing the hotdog bag to Seborga.
"So, when you think the food is cooked, but it on your hotdog bun and put what you want on top of it. I brought plenty." America said, gesturing to the condiments next to him.
For the next hour, they made light conversation. A few more hotdogs were burnt, but for the most part they were having a good time. After it had gotten truly dark, America pulled out the marshmallows.
"Now, you can't have a camp fire without smores!" America said cheerfully.
"Aw yeah!" Seborga said, grabbing the marshmallows out of America's hands. "This is what I was looking forwards to!"
"And of course, I brought the graham crackers and chocolate." America said, pulling out the mentioned goods.
"Yes!" Sealand cheered. "You can't have Smores without chocolate!"
"Damn straight." America said, passing around the food.
"Mr. America, I meant to ask you, why haven't you visited here in nearly a century?" Wy asked as she put her marshmallow over the fire.
America smirked, and leaned closer to the fire so that the fire cast shadows over his face, and his glasses reflected the fire. "Well, I could tell you, but you guys would probably be too scared to hear the story."
The others paused for a moment. Then Sealand snorted. "Yeah right. Nothing scares me."
"Oh, are you sure?" America said causally, putting his marshmallow over the fire. "I don't want you to stay up all night."
"Come on, we can handle it." Wy said with a smirk. "Scare us."
"I don't mind." Seborga said with a shrug. Pulling off his marshmallow, he put it on his smore.
"Alright, I'll tell you." America said, pulling his own marshmallow off the fire. "Listen closely."
The others sat silently, munching on their smores as America started to tell his story.
"The year was 1735, It was a dark and stormy night." America began. Wy snorted, but feel silent when Sealand shushed her. "Mother Leeds was in labor with her thirteenth child. She was surrounded with her friends, who were helping her with the delivery. In frustration, Mother Leeds cursed the child, saying that it was the devil. Eventually, the baby was born, but something horrible happened."
Seborga finished his smore, and put another marshmallow over the fire.
"The baby, which had been born normal, changed form. It became a terrible and frightful creature! It had a head like a goat with horn, bat like wings, small clawed hands, cloven hooves and a forked tail. It attacked everyone in the room, and killed the midwife. Then, it flew up the chimney with an unearthly scream, and flew away into the night."
Sealand listened intently, leaning forwards to better pay attention.
"Some say that the creature went out to the nearby towns, and killed local children. Others say that a priest tried to exorcise the creature, but to no success. For years, livestock went missing, or were found slaughtered brutally in their pens. People claimed to see the creature flying above the pines, some claimed to see it looking in on them from their windows when it's pitch black outside. Then, in 1909, there where hundreds of sightings of the creature. It allegedly attacked a trolley car full of people. Then it attacked a social club. The police claimed that they shot at the creature, but to no avail. Fear swept through the surrounding towns. Schools and work places shut down. Hunters combed through the countryside and these woods in order to find the Jersey devil."
America paused for a moment.
"Did they ever find it?" Wy asked nervously.
America shook his head. "No, they never did. But no matter how the story is told, the home of the creature is always the same. It is said that he lives in these very woods." America whispered.
The three micronations leaned closer together. Sealand's eyes were wide. Wy was chewing her bottom lip nervously. Seborga's marshmallow caught fire and fell off his skewer.
"And…" America whispered.
They leaned in.
America eyes went wide, and he leapt away from them. "IT'S RIGHT BEHIND YOU!" America yelled, pointing behind the three micronations.
Sealand shrieked, and fell off the log he was sitting on. Wy screamed, and covered her head. Seborga swore, turning around and throwing the marshmallow bag at the supposed monster. Except, there was no monster. Confused, they looked around looking for the monster. That was, until America started howling in laughter.
"Oh my god." America wheezed, clutching his stomach. "That was amazing! You should have seen your faces."
"That was awful of you!" Wy shouted, picking up the marshmallow bag and pelting America with them.
"I almost had a heart attack!" Sealand shouted.
"I think I lost a few years off my life." Seborga said, sitting back down the log.
"I'm sorry. It was just too easy." America gasped, wiping tears off his face. "Really, how could you believe such a cheesy story?"
"It was just the way you told it." Sealand pouted as he climbed back onto the log.
"Alright, I'm sorry." America said, giving the kids an apologetic smile. "But the story is still a legend around here. It's actually very famous."
"You mean, all that stuff you said was true?" Seborga asked with a gulp.
"Well, it depends." America shrugged. "The sightings were supposedly true, but I can't say for sure."
"So, you were lying when you said you've been avoiding this place?" Wy asked with a glare.
"Nope. That was totally true. Scouts honor!" America said with a chuckle. "After 1909, I dodged this place like the plague. Of course, a lot of stuff happened during the 1900's, so I spent a fair amount of time in Washington D.C after that. In fact, I forgot about the whole thing until the other day when I was wondering where to take you guys camping."
"So, you took us here with the goal of scaring us?" Sealand asked in disbelief.
"Getting scared is part of the camping experience." America said with a chuckle. Looking at his watch, he sighed. "Alright guys, I think it's time to wrap it up for tonight."
"Aww, do we have to?" Sealand asked.
"Yep. If you guys want to go swimming tomorrow, you need to get some sleep." America said, picking up the electric lantern next to him and handing it to the Micronations. "I'm going to clean up out here. You guys get ready for bed.
The others grumbled, but did what they were told. Wy went into her tent, and the boys went into theirs. America doused the fire, and after making sure that it was really out, picked up the food that was lying out in the open. After that, the group exchanged goodnights, and retired for the night.
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Sealand woke up a few hours later. Someone was shaking him. Grumbling, he squinted up at the person above him. Then a light was shined in his face.
"What are you doing?" Sealand hissed, shielding his eyes.
"I need to use the bathroom." Wy said. Then turning slightly pink, she added, "I didn't want to go alone."
"What time is it?" Sealand grumbled, unzipping himself from his sleeping bag. "And get that light out of my eyes, that hurts."
"Oh, sorry." Wy said, pointing the flash light away from his face.
"What's going on?" Seborga asked drowsily from next to Sealand, blinking at the two of them.
"Nothing." Sealand said, waving his hand tiredly. "Bathroom."
"Oh, well I guess I'll join you as well." Seborga yawned.
"Shh, don't wake up America." Sealand hissed, pointing to the sleeping Nation to his right.
"Don't worry about it." Seborga said, untangling himself from his sleeping bag. "That guy won't hear a thing. Guy sleeps like the dead."
"Even so, let's not wake him up." Wy said with a frown. "It would be rude to wake him up."
"Shouldn't we tell him where we're going?" Sealand pointed out.
"We won't be far from the tent." Seborga said, pulling on his shoes. "There's no need."
"I guess." Sealand said with a yawn. Pulling on his shoes as well, the trio crawled out of the tent. Grabbing a lantern, they walked into the woods.
"Excuse you two, go find your own bush." Wy huffed, pushing Sealand away from her.
"Of course, we weren't going to follow you." Seborga said, making a face. "That would be creepy."
"Jeez, this is getting weird." Sealand grumbled. "Just do what ya got to do guys. I want to go back to sleep."
With that, the group split up. After they were done, they met up again.
"Alright, let's get back to the tent before America finds out we left." Wy said. Just then, her flashlight went out. Cursing, she whacked it a couple of times, but it didn't come back on.
"It's ok, we still have the lantern." Sealand said, lifting up the light. Then it went out.
"That was unfortunate." Seborga commented.
"What kind of crappy batteries did America use for these things?" Wy muttered, squinting to see the others in the dark. She could only see their outlines.
"Um, not to sound stupid or anything, but which way was the tent?" Sealand asked worriedly. "It's kind of hard to see it in the dark."
"Uh, let me see." Seborga said, scanning the area around them. Then he pointed to his left. "I think we came from that direction."
"Are you pointing?" Sealand asked. "Because I don't know if you noticed, but we can't really see you."
"Oh, right, sorry." Seborga said in embarrassment. "I was pointing to my left."
"Yeah, I think that was the way we came." Wy said with a nod. "Let's head back."
As they walked back, their eyes started to adjust to the darkness. They could sort of see each other now. But after a few minutes, they hadn't got back to the campsite.
"Are you sure this is the right way?" Sealand asked with a frown.
"I'm pretty sure this was the way." Seborga said nervously.
"These trees don't look familiar." Wy said, glancing around them.
"Didn't America say not to be out of sight of camp when we went into the woods?" Sealand asked.
"Well, should we stay here then?" Seborga suggested, stopping. "We can't be far away from the camp, and if America notices we're missing, he'll have an easier time finding us if we don't move, compared to if we keep walking deeper into the woods. Plus, if he has a light we'll see him."
The other two thought for a moment, then they nodded. They stood in silence for a few seconds, then Sealand sighed.
"Well, this blows."
"America is going to be mad at us." Wy sniffed. "We should have told him where we were going."
"Hey, it's ok!" Seborga said cheerfully, patting Wy on the shoulder comfortingly. "America wouldn't yell at us. He'd probably laugh about it."
"You do realize that if he can't find us, he's going to have to face the wrath of Sweden, Finland, Australia, and the other two Italian brothers, right?" Sealand pointed out. There was a moment of silence.
"Seborga was right." Wy said, her face going white. "America isn't going to be mad. He's going to kill us."
"Sealand, don't make this worse." Seborga said disapprovingly.
"What? I'm just telling the truth!" Sealand huffed. "Plus, I'm more scared of Finland than America. If anything, we should be more worried about America's safety than our own. He'd be the one facing the other nations."
"Look, let's not think the worst here." Seborga said, lifting his hands in a calming gesture. Let's sit down, and just take a moment to calm down. We don't need to panic."
He sat down on the ground, gesturing for the other two to follow his example. They hesitated, then they sat down as well. The ground crunched with the sound of fallen leaves, and then it was quiet again. Sealand stared at the now useless lantern in his hand, willing it to turn back on, but it didn't.
"Do you really think that these woods are haunted?" Wy asked, looking at the trees around them, chewing her bottom lip.
"Well, America didn't really say it was." Seborga said with a shrug.
"Yeah, but he also said that he didn't really know." Wy pointed out. She started to play with her pajama shirts sleeves.
"Well, just because people said they saw the monster, it doesn't mean it's real." Sealand said firmly, clutching the lamp closer to him. "They could just be like England. Just making up tales of magical creatures."
"I thought England said his fairies were real?" Seborga asked.
"Do you see them?" Sealand asked with a scoff.
"No, but what about Norway?" Seborga asked with a frown. "If I remember correctly, he says that he can see magical creatures. He doesn't seem the type to lie about these things."
Wy suddenly narrowed her eyes. "Hey, Australia told me something interesting about America once."
The other two looked over at Wy in interest. "Yeah, what did he say?" Sealand asked curiously.
"He said America believes a lot more in science than magic, and that he can't see anything magical. However, he can during Halloween. That's the reason that England always wins their Halloween scaring competition. England uses magical creatures to scare the shit out of him." Wy said.
Seborga raised an eyebrow at that. "That's interesting. But what does that have to do with our current situation?"
"What if he has seen the Jersey Devil?" She asked.
"He would have told us." Sealand said, shaking his head. "Plus, if he did he would never have come back here. As you said, America is scared shitless by anything supernatural. He's especially scared of ghosts. If America ever had solid proof that that a monster was around here for real, he wouldn't have taken us here. He wouldn't put us in danger like that."
"I…I guess your right." Wy admitted. "America would never do that."
"Yeah, he'd rather play hockey with Canada than put us in danger." Seborga said with a chuckle. A bit of the tension in the air disappeared, and the others snickered.
"Hey, do you think he's noticed that we're missing yet?" Sealand asked, picking up a dead leaf and crumbling it between his fingers.
"His hero sense is probably tingling." Wy sniggered.
"Captain America to the rescue!" Sealand chuckled.
"Is he even a Captain?" Wy asked with a laugh. "He's probably a general at least."
"Knowing him, he'd ask for a lower rank just so he can have the same title as his favorite super hero." Seborga laughed.
At that, the others burst out laughing. Then a blood curtailing scream filled the air. They froze, stopping mid laugh staring at each other with wide eyes. Another scream crashed over them, making them start to shake in fear.
"Hey, you don't think…" Sealand whispered hoarsely, leaving the question hanging in the air.
"Of course not." Wy squeaked. "It doesn't exist."
"There is probably a perfectly good reason for that noise." Seborga said, his hands shaking.
They waited for a minute, but no screams followed the previous ones.
"See. It was probably an owl." Seborga muttered.
"Hey, I just got an idea." Sealand whispered, snatching Wy's flashlight and pulling the batteries out of them. Then he opened the panel on the bottom of lantern and pulled out the old batteries. Then he replaced the old flashlight batteries into the lantern.
"What are you doing?" Wy asked as she watched him.
"I saw Switzerland do this to save batteries once." Sealand explained. He was about to turn on the lantern, when they heard a loud noise approaching them. It sounded like something was approaching them fast, and it didn't seem like it was trying to hide. And it sounded big. They froze as the noise got closer and closer to them. Then, they saw a dark figure come out from behind the tree's, and it was breathing was harsh. It seemed to be standing on two legs, and to their horror, it looked like it had wings flapping behind it. Sealand dropped the lantern in shock, and as it hit the ground, it turned on. The figures eyes flashed in the light.
Sealand felt himself jump to his feet in horror, Seborga shrieked and scooted away from the creature, but Wy grabbed the flashlight and threw it at the monster. Except the monster reached out and grabbed the flashlight before it could hit him. It gave an impatient huff.
"And just what are you three doing out in the woods at such an hour?" America asked angerly as he walked into the light. He was breathing heavily from running. There were twigs sticking out of his messy hair. He was only wearing his pajama bottoms and a blanket around his shoulders. His glasses looked like they had been thrown on in a hurry. And he looked absolutely pissed.
The three micronations just stared at America in shock. He glared down at them with an angry fire in his eyes, and he was shaking in rage.
"Just," America whispered angerly, making the three back away from the angry nation, "what do you think you were doing? Do you know what I woke up to just a few minutes ago? I woke up to three empty sleeping bags, and no Micronations. No note, no light source, nothing. I had no idea where you went. I was panicking. I was screaming your names!" America said, his voice getting louder.
"We-" Sealand started to say but America cut him off.
"No, you listen to me." America snapped. "I know for a fact that you guys are capable of taking care of yourselves in most situations. But not here. Not when I'm in charge of you guys. Do you know how scared I was when I discovered you were gone?! I thought something had happened to you! I was screaming out of frustration! And what do I hear? YOU ALL LAUGHING TOGETHER IN THE MIDDLE OF THE WOODS!" America yelled, making the others flinch. America sighed, and rubbed his eyes under his glasses.
"Look, I'm sorry I yelled. I was just really worried." America said, looking ashamed of himself. Looking back at the Micronations, he gave them a pleading look. "Just please tell me you at least have a good excuse for this."
"We, got lost going to the bathroom." Wy said, tears falling down her face. America stared at her, then he sighed, gesturing for her to come over to him. She ran over and hugged him.
"Hey, I'm sorry for being an ass and scaring the hell out of you guys." America said, glancing over at Sealand and Seborga, who were staring at him. "Again." He added.
"Uh, yeah." Seborga said uneasily. "Sorry for going to the bathroom."
"You idiot!" Sealand said, whacking the older Micronation over the head. "That's not what you should be apologizing for!"
"What do you want me to say!?" Seborga protested.
"God, you're an idiot." Sealand sighed. Then looking at America, he hung his head. "We should have woken you up before we left. We're sorry America."
The other two muttered an apology as well. America just sighed again, and picked up Wy and put her on his shoulders.
"If you guys promise not to scare me like that ever again, I won't mention this to your guardians. Or in Seborga's case, I won't tell Italy and Romano what happened."
"Please don't." Sealand said, going pale. "Mom's scary." America stared at Sealand for a second, then he burst out laughing.
"Dude, you're still calling Finland Mom?" He asked with an amused grin. "Oh god, that's hilarious."
And just like that, all the tension fell away again. Sealand started laughing, Seborga relaxed, and Wy gave a weak giggle.
"Alright, enough of this." America said, waving the other two over to him. They walked over to him, and he ruffled their hair affectionately. "Being the angry adult has never been my thing. I have an idea, why don't we go back to camp, pretend none of this ever happened, and have a late-night snack? All in favor say smores."
"Smores." Sealand said.
"Smores." Seborga said, raising his hand.
"Smores." Wy said.
"Democracy has decided. We shall feast on sugary snacks until we feel better. Isn't democracy great?" America asked as he picked the lantern off of the ground, and walking back towards the camp, Wy still on his shoulders and the other two following him.
"Sure thing, Captain America." Sealand said, making the other two crack up.
"Am I missing something here?" America asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Nope." Seborga chuckled.
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"Thanks again for letting us camp with you!" Sealand said as he jumped into Sweden's car with Wy and Seborga. Sweden glanced over the kids to make sure they were ok, and satisfied with what he saw, went back to packing the camping material in the trunk of the car.
"It was no problem." America said with a smile. Finland walked over to America with a warm smile, and shook America's hand.
"Thank you so much for doing this." He said, glancing at the Micronations talking excitedly in the back of the car. "Sealand has wanted to do this for a while."
"Please, it was my pleasure." America laughed. "They're a lot of fun to be around."
"Well, I'm sure this was relaxing for you. It was probably the stress-free environment you needed." Finland said, letting go of America's hand.
"It was." America said, flashing Finland his Hollywood smile. "You should join us next time."
"Be careful, I just might take you up on that offer." Finland said with a wink. "I'll see you around America. We have to catch our flight to get these guys back home."
America waved as they piled into the car and drove away. As soon as they were out of sight, America sagged in relief.
"Christ, I'm going to go grey before my next birthday." America sighed. "If this is what England had to put up with me, I'm going to send him a fruit basket."
A/N: The poll results came in, and it was the Jersey Devil who came out on top. Geez, this one was a hard one to write. I have a hard time writing for kid characters. (And before you judge America for over reacting, just imagine yourself in his shoes.) Any who, The Jersey Devil is one of the most famous monster stories in America. The story America tells covers the basics of the lore, but unlike the Micronations, I never found the Jersey Devil scary. I don't know, I kind of found the story kind of lacking. HEY, GUESS WHAT? THAT'S RIGHT, THE NEXT CHAPTER IS THE BIG ONE. NUMBER 100. I've already got something picked out, and I can't wait to surprise you guys. This is something I've been wanting to do since I started this story. The poll for next chapter 101 will be up when this chapter posts, so go vote! Have fun guessing the next chapter. ;P