In honor of Independence Day in the States, here is America! Everyone wish him a happy birthday! (Except England, you go have a good ole' pint)
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Tip#6: Handle your explosives with care.
The hiss began, filling the quiet air around you. You laid back in your chair, a cool glass of lemonade in your hand, relishing the moment's tranquility.
"Waaah! Run! Run!" the blonde shrieked, tackling the concrete driveway.
The hissing halted, then was replaced by a shrill cry, finishing it all off with a…BOOM!
The night sky exploded into sparkles of red, white, and blue. America laughed and trotted over to the porch, stopping by you. Pulling your fingers out of your ears, you offered a smile. He placed a hand on your shoulder.
"Wasn't that the coolest, (name)?"
You bobbed your head, casually sliding scooting over your broken lemonade glass with your foot.
"You certainly are…expressive when celebrating your independence."
"Yup. Fireworks sure are bright."
You nodded slowly. Lithuania materialized behind him.
"All of the Baltics wanted to wish you a happy birthday, America! Are you going to start the big display now? I love those."
"The big display?" you squeaked. As if the current ones weren't big enough.
America's blue eyes lit up.
"Oh yeah! (name) hasn't lit one yet!"
You held up your hands.
"No, no, I'm fine just watching-"
"C'mon!"
Before you could protest further, America yanked you out of your lawn chair. Your eyes scanned over the colorful boxes. You could imagine looking straight down into one of the cylinders, the wick at its end, then, bam! Your head was blown off.
He bent down, trifling through numerous explosives.
"Um, really America, I don't want anything big…"
He cocked an eyebrow.
"You're with me, you can't have anything small. Here,"
He outstretched a long, circular stick in your direction. You stared dumbly.
"What is it?"
"A Roman candle. Now go!"
He threw you a lighter then ran back to the porch. You in took a breath. Alright, Roman candle. That didn't sound so bad. Maybe it'd be one of those where it shot out mild sparks like a fountain. Those were nice, they never blew anyone's head off.
You flipped the stick around, the wick pointing toward you. No one had set off one as tall as this yet. More time for you to get away, perhaps?
Taking your precious time, you held up the lighter to the wick, the miniature flame shaking in sync with your hand. The hiss started. You smiled, staring down at the small spark. This was actually kind of fun!
"(name)! (name)!" nations from the porch called frantically.
You looked up.
"What?"
They made wide rotating gestures with their arms. You tilted your head, confused.
America jumped from the steps, sprinting in your direction. You took a step back, clutching the firework. He crashed into you, smacking the candle out of your grip. You pouted.
"Hey-"
A loud crack interrupted you. The Roman candle shot out a glob of sparks, right where you had been staring. Your eyes widened, snapping to a grinning America.
"You saved my face!"
You wrapped him into a hug, clutching his jacket tightly. He laughed and squeezed you back.
"I am the hero after all."
You sighed contently.
"Yes you are."
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Did anyone else read that one of America's weaknesses is Dora the Explorer? XD Okay, okay, I won't make fun of him since it's his birthday.