AN: Chapter two for those interested... Thank you to all who looked at, reviewed or asked for alerts on my story! I think it gets better with time as it was written on a long period of time... Also, the more you review, the faster I update. ;D Hint, hint. Enjoy!

This whole scene was witnessed by America's incredibly awesome servant: China. He regretted not accepting the step-mother's role, wearing a dress looked fun. "It does not, aru!"
Shaken by the events, shocked by the cruel step-mother's plan, he came back to his master.
"Yo!" America greeted him in a loud voice. "So? Did you buy hamburgers?"
"Yes, aru," his servant answered. "I have also brought horrible news, master."
But his blue-eyed master declared that bad news weren't good for his appetite and that they'd wait until later. As he swallowed the dinner bought by China, the fidel servant still told him all that he had witnessed. He knew nothing could spoil him master's appetite. When America hear that Prussia wanted to lock Canada in a tower, he jumped off his chair.
"Hai shash shafe shmer! Hai mmh she shmeerm!" he exclamed, his mouth full. He sat down, swallowed the food and jumped up again.
"I shall save her! I am the hero!" he translated. Then he lost his balance, fell down and made both China and the table fall on top of himself. Fortunately, his servant was very agile, so he climbed out of the mess and freed his master, too.
"I'm a hero!" America proudly announced as soon as he got up. Then he exited the house to get the car, leavin gChina to clean the mess.
"Aru," the Asian smiled.

The cellphone whacked Canada right in the face. After all, practice makes perfect and Prussia threw things at her all the time.
"Call the number I'll tell yoyu and throw the cellphone back!" Prussia shouted. She didn't have to shout, but she always did.
Meanwhile, Canada was struggling to turn the cellphone on with her only free hand. Her other hand was stuck under Spain.
"Drei! Vier! Ein! Funf! Zwei! Ocht! Vier!" the purple-haired woman commanded.
Canada didn't understand a thing. Fortunately, Hungary did, so she entered the number and sent the phone flying right into Prussia's eye. With a shriek, the step-mother fell from her seat and the bus made a sudden right turn. Fortunately, the red-eyed madwoman jumped back on the seat, perfectly ok, already shouting into the phone. After showing a fist to Hungary (we need some censor in the story so let's pretend she only showed her a fist), she made an incredible left turn and continued driving, as crazily as before.
No one knew who Prussia had called, but she seemed satisfied. After one more call, she grinned wildly and refused to reveal the identities of the people she had just called.
"They're the ones who'll make all this adventure fun," she vaguely precised with a scowl. Canada didn't like that smile.

It was pretty easy to see where England's bus had passed. Thanks to Prussia's awesome kick-ass driving, you just had to follow the path of destroyed cars, houses and trees he had created. Not very complicated. Besides, Hungary had left them a map with the way to follow so that they wouldn't get lost.
So how did America end up before a MacDonald's?
Ignoring China's feeble protests, his master the prince dragged him inside the building. As he explained, even great heroes and their butlers needed to eat once in a while. He already forgot that he ate dinner some five minutes ago.
Just as America started ordering, the ground trembled under their feet.
"Huh?" the hero's sky-blue eyes widened.
With along rumble, the ceiling shattered, crumbled and finally fell apart, letting a dark shadow jump onto a table. Everyone stared at it in horror as it laughed with a deep, evil voice and the dust settled down. But they didn't see who it was because the table broke and he fell down, swearing at Italy even though he wasn't there.
"I am the monster number 2982," Germany finally stood up.
"Why number 2982, aru?" China asked.
"Well, there's a monster in every fairytale, so we have code numbers to be different."

"Whatever! I didn't understand, but I'm the hero!" America declared, pointing at himself with his gloved finger, winking at the camera and smiling.
Everyone stared at America, waiting for him to say something. But he didn't move or talk.
"I'm evil," Germany suggested.
"I don't care! But you harmed the sacred place that is MacDonald's, the Hamburger Temple, and its customers! You have angered me by doing so and for that, you shall pe-" the blue-eyed prince finally started, but the table on which he was standing broke too, interrupting him.
"Aru! Master, aru you aruright, aru?" China bounced towards the broken table.
"The hero is aruways- er, I mean, always aru- gah, screw it! Always alright!" America stuttered.
"Aru you saru?" his servant looked at the hero's dusty costume.
"Stop it, you're mixing me up-! As I was saying, you shall perish!" the young man with dark blond hair declared.
"W-wah! I-I'm sorry! I didn't mean to anger you so, aru-! Uh- I mean, aru, no, well, it's a habit, aru, wah-! I'm sorry!" China stuttered and broke down in tears before America could explain himself. The monster was being ignored.

"Not you! Why would you perish? The monster n° 2289 will-!" The hero explained, hugging China in a protective way.
"I'm n° 2982! Get it right!" Germany shouted.
"Yes, yes, 2892, right," America agreed.
"No! N° 2982! 2! 9! 8! 2!" the "monster" argued.
"Oh, 29822982. I see, sorry," the prince conceded.
"I am n° 2982!" his adversary roared.
"A-hah! I understand! Fine then: I will kill the monster n° 2892!" the blue-eyed country stated.
"No! Why me? WHY ME-E-E?" a purple ball of fur screamed, appearing on America's head out of thin air. "I-I don't w-want to diiiiie! Ple-please! I d-didn't d-d-d-do any-anything baaaad!"
"Who aru you?" China asked the random creature.
"I-I… H-He… I-I'm the monster n° 2892!" the thing stuttered, bursting into tears. "I-I'll call the SPCA!"
"Don't worry, America-san won't hurt you," China reassured it.
After his servant and the purple monster got out of their way, Germany and America took epic stances, preparing for the combat you wanted to see 2 pages ago.