After a while, Mr. America had finally gotten Mr. Canada away from the thing. It took a while before him calm down.
Once he did Mr. America Asked "Man; Canadia Dude, what that's all about?"
Mr. Canada replied "Sorry; about that, I get carried away, when I ever have a weapon or a hockey stick in my hand"
"Why did you suggested that game in the first place, if you know you were going to be like that?" Mr. America asked again.
Mr. Canada then had a guiltily look on his, before answering "Well, I guess I kind of got mad, at that the fact that you guys always seem to forget about me or get my name wrong and I guess let my anger get the better of me; I 'am sorry;"
I then saw Fake Italy frowning, walking right up towards Mr. Canada, warped his arms around him, and saying "AW! I 'am sorry, Canada! Please, don't act like that again, PLEASE! I don't like seeing you like that! I like the nice you!"
Mr. Canada gave a smile and said "Apology, accreted; I won't act like that again, I promise" as he gently tried to get the fake Italy off of him.
"YAY!" Fake Italy said, as a big grin, quickly grown on his face, released Mr. Canada from his grasp, and raised his hands over his head.
While Mr. America sigh and then said "I 'am sorry too, Canada bro"
Mr. Canada accepted Mr. America's apology. America then asked "So, dudes now that is done and over with, where should we go to next?"
The fake Italy soon gave a suggestion and with that we move towards another box.
As we spend quite some time, going to box to box, while at the same time Mr. America and Mr. Canada kept on gathering colored rectangular paper, Mr. America and Fake Italy heard a song they both seem to like and stared to sing to it. I have admit, Fake Italy not a bad singer, he was actually pretty good, but he's not as good as Italia, as Mr. America, he sang so terribly that I 'am rather certain, if Mr. Austria heard him would've yelled and hit him, several times at that moment.
Once they finished we headed towards a stand and stared at shelf full of behind that was behind the stand, what appeared to be toys and some weird-looking items.
"Why we did came here?" I wondered.
Just then I heard Mr. America asking "Ha, ha, ha, ha! So dudes what are you going to get?"
Mr. Canada the answered "Hum? Not sure, do any of guys know what you wants?"
"Mr. America said "Nope"
Fake Italia whined "AW! I don't know either"
"Damn it; I wish this was easy" Mr. America said in a slight frustrated tone, as rubbed the back of his head.
Both Mr. Canada and Fake Italia node sadly.
Just then all of our attention sifted, when we heard an Asian man with long brown hair that was tied back, angrily yelling at someone who appeared to be in charge of the stand. "AIYAA! WHAT DO YOU MEAN, I 'AM TWENTY TICKETS SHORT! THIS SUCKS?"
"Yo, China! What's up?" Mr. America greeted. I remembered hearing stories about him before, but I don't know a lot about him.
"Oh, it's you guys! What are doing here?" The Asian man asked in a non-enthusiastic way.
At that moment Fake Italy spoke up "America and Canada promise me, that I can spend time with them!"
Mr. American interrupted them, by asking Mr. China "So, what's got you, so mad dude?"
Mr. China then answered him angrily "This stupid arcade people wouldn't give me a that kitty" as he pointed at a giant red colored cat, doll that was on a self.
"I didn't know like that you that kind of stuff dude?" Mr. America asked, as we sifted our attentions back on Mr. China.
Mr. China answered him with "It's not for me, you stupid American. It's for a friend I have!"
At that moment Mr. America spoken up "How much do Tickets do need?"
"What are tickets?" I question.
Mr. China answered him again "Twenty"
"Don't worry dude I'll help out! Because, I 'AM THE HERO!" Mr. America said, as flashed he pose, that made him look stupid.
As for Mr. China, his facial expression look more he was both confused and shocked. He then said "Oh, Xie'Xie', but don't you think that I need your help, I could get that stupid cat on my own!"
Mr. America said, with a grin on his face "Sure dude, whatever you say"
Just then the Fake Italy happily spoke up "Ve; I wanna help too!"
Mr. Cananda spoke up too "I want to help too, eh"Mr. China face then courted to shock "AIYAA! AMERICA THERE'S TWO OF YOU!"
"Nah, Dude. This my bro Canada. Remember he help us out, back at World-War-Two" Mr. America said.
"WAIT! WHAT THERE'S BEEN TWO WORLD WARS, NOW!" I thought to myself. I was surprised, I know there was a lot of countries that at war with each other, but Never have I head of being a World War Man; those must have been on heck of a battle, now I really hoped Italia is okay.
Mr. China soon apologized to Mr. Canada.
Mr. Canada soon accepted Mr. China's apology.
Soon Mr. America, Mr. Canada, and Fake Italy, each gave Mr. China some of the regular-shaped papers they had.
As Mr. China left i was left thinking "So that's what those paper were for, to get the prizes on the shelf? So this really was a training course? But what were they training for? For the unexpected? And what use could these prizes use for besides, giving the dolls to children
"Just then I was bought out thought by the sound of Mr. America's voice "Yo, dudes? What did you guys get?"
It appears that they'd finished, already?" I thought to myself.
I soon saw Fake Italy showing off little green doll, that was in shape of a puppy, in joyous manner.
"Cool dude! I got this!" America said, as he showed off his prize. It was a gun, but it an emerald colored and you see right through it. I kept on wounding on what kind of gun is that.
I soon saw Mr. Canada asking "America, you're not going to use that squirt gun on England are you?"
"Dang it; as soon one of my questions is answered, another takes its place" I thought in frustration.
"What? Nah! I got other plans for this gun" I' am kind of afraid to find out what he is going to that gun.
"OH?" Mr. Canada said.
"So what did you get bro?" Mr. America asked.
"Oh? Ah; nothing special just this" Mr. Canada answered, as he hold out his item. It was another doll, except it was in a shape of what I assume to be a bear and wield a stick that look short like a pick ax.
After that both Mr. America and Fake Italy both congratulated Mr. Canada and Mr. Canada gave a bashful expression, we headed out the place.
Author's Note: About the whole Canada, gun thing was actually a little head cannon I have and I decided to put that in to the story. I hope that you like this or at least found it entertaining
