"Come on guys, let's go in!" America grabs Tony's little hand and starts running with him into the cave. France and Britain slowly follow in after him.
The cave was fairly large, the opening ranging at least a few school buses wide. As the two venture inside they gasp at the scenery. The walls of the cave were clustered with sparkly crystals ranging from blues to reds to pearly whites. There were also long thin stalagmites hanging from the ceiling. The sky was clear (surprisingly) so the sunshine showed through the opening of the cave, making the crystals glisten.
"I think this cave's essence captures my beauty to- a-T, no?" France says in a sing song voice.
"Dream on you bloody narcissist!" Britain grumbles. As the two walk farther into the cave after America the light becomes dimmer and dimmer. They could just barely hear America's laughing in the distance.
"America!" Britain yells then whispers to France in frustration, "I'm going to find a flashlight, I can't see! I'm sure America brought one with him." He starts jogging back towards the plane, France following him. He didn't want to be left alone in the dark.
When they got to the airplane, Britain pulls open the trunk. It opens and out comes the suffocating aroma of hamburger. Britain coughs as he grabs a giant lumpy bag sitting on top of a pile of Americas crap labeled "An absurd pile of hamburgers". He opens it and finds at least one hundred burgers inside. Britain hands the bag to France with a disgusted look on his face and goes back to the trunk.
He rummaged through all of America's many comic books, super hero action figures, and stuffed animals. He finally found a tiny super hero flashlight where the light comes out of his plastic chest that was way too ripped to be a real human. Britain laughs and mumbles, "Stupid Americans and their silly heroes!"
"This will have to work." Britain says, testing the little flashlight which provided barely enough light. France wasn't very sure if it would work that well in the extreme darkness of the cave, but it would have to do.
France did the honors of throwing the giant bag of cheeseburgers back into the trunk. They then began their journey back into the cave again.
"America!" France calls out this time, but no answer. "That stupid American. He went and ditched us with his creepy little alien friend. Let's go find him."
They suddenly hear footsteps coming back towards them but stop really close to us.
"I see you America!" France says, breathing out.
"What are you talking about, you stupid frog?" Britain says confused, "America, where are you? I can hear your footsteps and France thinks he can see you but I can't." Britain was now frantically waving the tiny beam of the flashlight farther into the cave trying to spot America.
Maybe his eyes were just playing tricks on him? He looked up at France who was standing next to him (to close for his liking) and could still see him because of the light coming in from the entrance. But he could not even see even the glint of America's glasses.
They start hearing footsteps again but France follows him. Of course Britain could not see America so it confused him.
"Hey Britain dude, come check this out." America's obnoxious voice echoes through the cave. This really confuses Britain even more.
"Where are you America? I can hear you but I really can't see you." Britain states again. France walks back over to him and shakes his head.
"You really can't see him?" France asks, pointing into the darkness where America (supposedly) was standing. America walks up to France's side.
"Dude, I'm right here. Can you feel this?" America walks over and touches Britain's arm. "Did you feel that?"
"What?" Britain says, looking in the direction he had heard him. Tricks are definitely being played on me Britain thinks to himself.
"So wait I can see him…" France started his sentence but it was cut off by Britain.
"What the hell? My arm is swelling up." Britain says wildly, grabbing his arm. Where America had touched him.
America laughs.
"What are you? What happened to my arm?" Britain asks shakily because his swollen arm had begun to sting. . France rushed over to Britain, noticing the pain in his voice.
America's laugh just became louder and more obnoxious. It then became lower and lower until it became a gurgle. His skin seemed to melt away, making France gag. It looked a bit weird to Britain because it seemed to appear out of nowhere. This monster scared the two nations mostly because it resembled America's alien friend Tony.
"What the heck is that thing?" Britain gasps, gripping his burning arm tighter.
"Are you ok Britain? You sound it pain." France says, glancing back and forth between Britain and the monster. France decides to nickname the hideous thing 'Steve'.
"What do you think? That thing touched me and now it feels like my arm's on fire, damnet!" France panics a bit as he grabs Britain's free arm and slings it over his shoulder.
"Unhand me! What do you think you're doing?" Britain asks and looks behind him at Steve who was getting closer to them and swallows.
"I'm helping you!" France says, glancing at the monster as he grabs around Britain's tiny waist.
"Fine!" Britain sputters, not enjoying the close contact with France but he did need help. With his burning arm, he didn't feel like arguing. They also need to get away from Steve.
As France starts dragging him, Britain's arm flares up with a new and violent blast of pain. Britain yells loudly and squeezes his eyes shut thinking a little pain doesn't hurt a strong man like me. He had gone through pretty awful pain before, but nothing as painful as this.
As France continues to help him along, the injured brit's moaning and cursing just gets louder. France tells him many times to be quieter and to help him by actually using his feet, but Britain just continues to whine.
France had finally dragged Britain back to the plane. He quickly opens the back door and threw him into the cockpit. The Steve was just coming out of the entrance when France scurried up inside the plane and slammed the door. He locked it behind him, which then locked all the doors so they were safe for the moment. France sank down into the seat saying "whew" but his attention was then turned to Britain. He examined where Steve had touched his arm.
It was a dark red, swelling up larger and larger every second as Britain got louder and louder. "France. Help me!" Britain chokes; his breaths raged and sweat running down his face. "It hurts. Damnit frog face!"
France climbed into the front, nearly kicking the moaning brit in the face. He opened the glove box and rummaged through it looking for an emergency kit. There were two.
He opened the first one to find band aids, gauze and defecting wipes. He grabbed a wipe and opened the other case. There was a note: "If Tony ever becomes a giant monster, give him this shot." France throws the paper in a random direction and ever so carefully pulls the long needle containing some sort of green liquid in it. This will have to work!
He climbed over the seat and plopped next to an incredibly red Britain. He grabs his cold hand and says quietly, "Try and calm down. This should help you." He rubs the defecting wipe on his swelled arm and quickly sticks the needle into him. As soon as he squeezed all of the disturbingly green liquid into Britain's arm, it slowly shrunk down to almost normal size. Also now it was just barely glowing red.
Britain sighs loudly, "Oh my goodness. I've never felt pain like that before." He says, wiping his forehead. "My arm barely hurts anymore. What'd you do?"
"I gave you a shot." France says, placing a smiley face band aid on his arm that he had found in the first aid kit. "Nothing much."
"Well, thanks,." Britain gives him a tight little thank you hug.
"You're welcome mon ami." France hugs him back. Britain quickly pulls away blushing a dark red.
Suddenly the two were aroused by a loud pounding. They both jump and look backwards. Steve was trying his best to rip open the airplane. Britain looks around for some sort of weapon under the seats while France looks around for something up front, but all he found was an empty bag of barbeque chips and a sock. He also looked in the glove box to find more of what they had found in the trunk.
"I found a baseball bat!" Britain exclaims bringing it up from beneath the chair.
"Here I'll take it. Try and find something else back here for back-up. I'm going to try and kill that thing!" France says bravely. He was about to open the door when Britain grabs his arm and pulls him back.
"What are you thinking you bloody fool? You'll get yourself killed!" Britain yells but then an idea pops into his head. "Wait! We could always wait until it leaves."
"Because I'd rather just kill it now. If there's one, there could be more in there! It'd be better to kill this one now." France says.
"Fine! But, I'm coming with you."
"But you have nothing to defend yourself with!"
"Yes I do." Britain corrects him. "I have my nifty pocket knife."
"That isn't really all that good of a weapon, but if you want to come with me, I won't stop you." The look in France's eyes made Britain look away again.
France throws open the door, baseball bat in hand, Britain warily following behind him with his pocket knife.
At first they couldn't see Steve. He had also stopped shaking the plane also. The both circled the plane looking for Steve. He was gone.
"Where'd he go you think?" Britain asks, looking over at France for his opinion.
"I'm not sure." France says. "But it'll be back. For now, though, let's go find America. He could be in trouble."
Britain sighs, "Let's go find that git!"
