All through that time at the restaurant, Mr. America was stuffing his face full of food and occasionally acting like the strong silent type for Ms. Ashley. Ms. Ashley on the other hand appeared to not notice him and instead kept on doing what she been doing. As for Mr. Canada and Fake Italy they had expressions that said "this is not working" and I agreed.
Once they finished with their meal, Mr. America then left some pieces of paper and a note, what assumed assume said "Look me up, cuz I 'am the hero!" with really stupid drawing of himself on it.
I mentally sigh and thought "He'll never learn"
When I assume they had paid for their meals and gotten outside Mr. America started to complain about a stomach ache and couldn't walk anymore, so they lay back against a wall of a building. Mr. Canada soon said "You shouldn't have thirty burgers"
"Yeah whatever, dude!" Mr. America said in an annoyed tone. He then asked "So dudes, how we're going get home?"
"That's a good questioned, seeing how Mr. America gotten sick and they don't have one of those magical carriages with them" I thought to myself.
Just then Fake Italy spoken up "Hey America, Canada! I could run back and get a car"
Both Mr. Canada and Mr. America eyes and Mr. America asked "Italy dude, you can drive?"
"Si, I can! One time, I gave Japan a ride and after that he was so happy and speechless that couldn't say anything, though he never asked for another ride again"
"Great! Here's the keys to the house!" Mr. America said, as he happily handed some keys to Fake Italy. He then gave out whereabouts of where to find the keys to his magical carriage.
Fake Italy delightfully said "Yay!" and dashed off somewhere. I was amazed at how fast he'd run, it was he was bullet that was just fried out of a gun. Honestly, I have never seen anyone run so fast, ever. I think he would be perfect for sending messages to people with that speed.
We waited for quiet some time before a magical carriage came by a high-speed and immediately stopped in front of us. At that moment, Fake Italy poke his out of a window and asked "Ve, Did I take too long?"
Mr. America soon answered him "Nah, Dude your right on time! I 'am feeling better, too"
"Fake Italy then said "Yay! Hey, America can I still drive, us back? Please!"
Mr. America answered him with "Sure thang dude, cuz I 'am the hero!"
"Why do I have bad feeling about this?" I asked myself, as we got inside of the metal carriage.
I was now sitting behind the Faker closes to the door, Mr. Canada was sitting next to Fake Italy and Mr. America was sitting behind him. Fake Italy soon asked "Ve, every ready?"
After Mr. Canada and Mr. America both said that were ready Fake Italy said "Okay, here we go!" Just then the metal carriage moved really fast, that I assume we were going at the same speed as a bullet firing and moved in circle several times on an occasion.
I was so afraid all through that ride that I forgotten I was already dead and thought I was going to die. As I noticed Mr. Canada looking afraid as I was, Mr. America delightfully screamed out "YAHOO! GO ITALY, DUDE! THIS IS FREAKING AWESOME!"
"WHAT THE HECK IS WITH THOSE TWO?" I questioned myself.
After, what seemed like an eternity, the carriage had finally came to a stop? As everybody was about to get out, I dashed through both Mr. America and the horrifying carriage, all the while mentally saying "Sorry, Mr. America!" and trying to hold in my stomach continents in my mouth. I made it about, what i assumed to be more than ten feet away, on to a grassy area, before I relinquished my hold.
Don't asked how a ghost can do that, when I don't even have physical from. They're things that I can do, that I don't fully comprehended myself.
As I was still releasing stomach continents, I over heard Mr. America complaining about begin cold for a moment. At that moment I froze, hoping that they wouldn't notice me, but the feeling was soon negated, when I heard Mr. Canada and Fake Italy saying that it would've been his imagination. I soon breathe a sigh of relief, got up and followed them, as they went into Mr. America's.
