England and France walked up to Canada's home, bickering like they always did. They had been talking about old times, and amongst that disaster of a conversation, Canada was mentioned. After twenty minutes of arguing over whether Canada was more French or English, they had realized that they hadn't visited Canada in a while, and so here they were; but before they could knock on the door, the door swung open. Canada blinked at them, surprised.
"Oh, you guys didn't say you were visiting." The northern country said, awkwardly adjusting the bag on his shoulder.
"We thought it would be nice to give you a pleasant surprise." England said, looking to the side, embarrassed.
"Oh, well, I was about to go to America's place, eh." Canada looked guilty. "Today is his Superbowl, and we've always watched it as a group."
"Do you even like American football?" France asked, actually genuinely curious.
"No, but the first time few times he had one he always dragged me to his place, saying that it was a thing families did together. I tried to argue with him, but it was useless. It became a tradition." Canada shrugged a shoulder. "It's actually a lot of fun, I'm sure America wouldn't mind is you tagged along."
"I'm not so sure." England frowned.
"Why not, you aren't afraid of a bit of spontaneity, are you? But that is just like a cowardly Englishman, isn't it?" France laughed that annoying laugh of his and England turned rose red.
And so it was decided that they would be joining Canada.
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"I really wish we didn't have to transport here." England grumbled, rubbing his forehead.
"Oh, does you little head hurt?" France teased.
"Shut up."
"I know you prefer traditional travel, England, but America is too big for that. It would take over twenty-four hours of driving to reach America's Virginia estate from my house by car." Canada sighed, already regretting his decision to bring them. It was then that England and France noticed that the sheer amount of cars that were parked on the lawn and that there was music playing from within the house. It clicked.
"Oi, are the states here?" England froze on the spot before turning around and starting to walk away. France and Canada grabbed him by the arms and dragged him towards the house.
"Come on, Angleterre, they aren't that bad."
"They are actually a lot of fun to be around." Canada said as they approached the doors.
"The last time I was here with them all they duct taped me to the wall!" England fumed, his caterpillar eyebrows furrowed together like they were trying to eat each other.
"Yeah, that was pretty funny!"
"It was not!"
Canada knocked on the door. There was shuffling around, some shouting, and then the distinct sound of a vase breaking. Then the door opened by a smiling America, wearing a football jersey and jeans.
"Hey, bro! Glad you made it, the game starts in like forty-five minutes." America's eyes glance over at the other two countries. "You brought guests, cool. I'm sure if this is you guys kind of get together. Thing can get pretty wild."
"Who do you think you are talking to!? I'm a former superpower and pirate, I can handle anything!" England puffed up his chest, not unlike a small bird trying to make itself look bigger.
"If you say so, come on in." America opened the door wider and let them in. "If you don't feel like watching the game, some of the states are shooting pool up on second floor, and if you go into the library I'm sure some of the shy states are there reading." America looked over at Canada "By the way, Washington and Colorado are in the attic, their waiting for you." Canada nodded and trotted over to the stairs. America turned back towards the two Europeans and started to lean them towards the party. The closer they got, the louder the voices and the music got. "You guys are in for a good time. Even if you don't like the sport, it's fun watching the fans go bat crap crazy every time something happens in the game, or at least that's what the states who aren't sports fans say. Also, New Mexico made a killer tomato dip, you gotta try it. It's the bomb!"
"I'm sure." France's nose wrinkled.
As they approached the hallway closest to the living room, there was a loud bang, followed by a mix of cheers and shouts of shock, and then, of all things, a firework burst into the hallway and started to bounce around. America casually leaned to the side to avoid it as it flew by him, completely unfazed, while France and England panicked and ducked. The firework then broke through a window.
"Huh, the Dakota's must have brought fireworks." America hummed, carrying on his merry way.
"How can you say that so casually!?" England screech, patting his own head to make sure none of his hair burned off.
"The Dakota's love fireworks, well lots of the middle states do. It's not some weird thing about their firework sales or anything, it's just that they are all farmland, nature parks, and pretty skies and fireworks look awesome against a starry country sky, but the Dakota's like them best, especially South Dakota, but she just likes colorful lights. She hosts a light show at the Crazy Horse Memorial that is freaking awesome, you guys could go see it some time." America smiled, before turning back towards the living room, but just as he did that he noticed a little somebody crawling away from the living room and down the hall. "Hey, D.C.! Little buddy, did you get away from Virginia? You little sneak, you." D.C. squealed up at him, crawling faster. America walked over and swooped him up into his arms before turning to the countries behind him. "Well, come on, what are you guys waiting for?"
All and all, it wasn't actually a bad party. Things were scattered at first, France left to go shoot pool when the game started, but was inevitably dragged back when Most all of the states gathered up to watch the half time show, and that in itself was a fun time, or rather the part where a few of the states got in a fight about whether the show was good or bad, resulting in Oklahoma getting his head shoved through the wall. It was after the game that things really turned up, because the people who rooting for the winners had a reason to celebrate and the people who lost had a reason to drink. About an hour after the game ended Canada, Colorado, and Washington appeared, high as a kite, America thought it was hilarious.
"Eh, what's wrong with him?" England, half-way to drunk, blinked, looking bewildered as Canada was shout some nonsense about bananas.
"Oh dude, he's totally high! This is great!" America grinned, looking like the world's most giddy preschooler. "This only happens a few times a year, and most of the time I'm away from it just get really confusing phone calls. Wait wait wait, watch this. Canada!" Canada's head wiped around to look at his brother and he grinned.
"Hey, America!" Canada waved and America's smile grew.
"Canada, dude, why don't you show England your handstand?"
Canada nodded vigorously and made an attempt, but he lost his balance and ended up falling over and breaking a table in half. America never laughed harder.
All said and done, when the whole thing was over with, the house was in shambles, France's pants were somewhere on the roof, Canada woke up in the tree in the front yard, and England was eventually found duct taped the third floor ceiling. America waited until he stopped swearing at him to take him down.
Author's note:
TADA! An update! After almost a year! Would… uh, would it help if I said I was sorry? I never meant to abandon this collection, I swear. I just… lost motivation. And I know that this here isn't my best work, but it's just a warm up! And there will be more, and if I really get on a roll, I'll start filling out more requests. I was just a bit out of motivation, I haven't posted much in the past year, I've been tired with college, I'm almost at the end my degree and all, but I'm pulling myself up now.
Also, as of this chapter, I'm putting this story on complete. Because really, it's a collection of one shots, it doesn't have a story thread, it's sort of always complete.
I'll end with a final reminder that it is okay to leave a review on any chapter, no matter how old it is and that requests are always open if you like my writing style. I'll try to do better.