Agh, sorry for such a long wait! I've been kind'a brain dead… Forgive me? Yay! Here's chapter three!

"So that's where it is?" the boy with bright blue eyes asked, pointing at the door. The one with the violets nodded and buried his head into his stuffed bear. It was somewhat comforting. It still had France's scent to it. But all the comfort in the world couldn't prevent the panic that set in when he saw his brother reach for the door knob.

"Alfred, wait! Don't open it!" Canada shouted, and pulled his brother away.

"But why not? I got'ta beat the monster up, don'I?" America asked in response. Why is his brother holding him back? He's the hero, this is what he's supposed to do!

"Y-you can't fight'm like that! He'll gobble you up in no time!" Canada protested, pulling his brother farther away. America looked down at his white gown for a second, before nodding.

"You're right! I need some kind of armor!" At this, he pat his chest with his fist and smiled wide. Canada returned the smile and nodded.

"Yeah! Where'we go'na get some?" Alfred's smile turned into a small pout as his eyebrows scrunched up and he looked to the ground. Where were they going to get armor? They can't buy any, so they'll have to find things in the house.

America grabbed hold of Canada's wrist and dragged him out of the room. (He would never admit it to Alfred, but he was quite relieved at this.) Soon, the two brothers found themselves in the other's room. Alfred almost immediately ran around and threw things all over the place, trying to find something to use.

"Well? Aren't you goin'ta help me?" America asked, stopping for a brief second to look at his brother. Canada snapped back to reality.

"Oh! Uhh… H-how about the pillows? They could work…?" He said, timidly hoping that his brother would approve. To his delight, America turned with a smile.

"That's perfect! Let's get them both!" He stated, pulling both pillows from his bed. "Hmm… What else…" America now asked, more so talking to himself, than Canada. His eyebrows were scrunched up and his lip was fashioned into a pout again, as he thought. "How aboouut~… Oh! I need a helmet!" He finally perked up, and ran down the stairs, leaving Canada in his room.

Matthew looked all around the room. He should probably help find something else, until his brother got back. What else, what else…? Oh! What about those things that England wears when he cooks? In case the monster has fire breath? At this thought, the boy quickly bounded down the stairs, but stopped at the front door, looking down.

England's shoes? Maybe they could work. Yeah, it'll make America look bigger, and scare the monster away! Canada shifted holding his polar bear from his right arm to his left to pick up the shoes and head off to the kitchen. Upon entering the room, Canada found his brother with the water bucket on his head.

"What's that for?" He asked and America beamed at him.

"It's my helmet! What are those for?" He asked, looking at England's shoes.

"Oh, I thought they might make you look bigger and scare the monster away…?" Canada shuffled.

"Good idea! I di'nt think of that!" America smiled at his brother.

"Oh, a-and I thought you should wear England's mitten-things? In case the monster has fire breath?"

"Okay! Let me find them!" the blue-eyed colony pushed a chair from the table to the counter to help him find what he was looking for. He had to reach over, but the mittens were pretty easy to get… That knife… Isn't that what cut England that morning?

America grabbed for the handle of it and stared into the blade, looking at his reflection, with the exception of a few drops of red. The colony smiled and laughed slightly. He threw the mittens down to Canada, and more carefully stepped off the chair with the knife still at hand. When violet eyes caught sight, they went wide in fear.

"W-w-what's th-that for, Alfred?" Canada asked, pointing at the knife with a shaky hand. America didn't notice his brother's fear, and twirled it around in his hand, almost skillfully.

"It's for me! It's just like a sword! A hero-knight has to have a sword, right? Right, Mattie?" He beamed again, at his brother, who backed away ever so slightly, tugging at his bear's ear.

"Y-yes, I guess so…"

"Great! Now, I'm go'na go get one of England's belts for the pillows! Is it okay if you take all the other stuff back upstairs? Great! Thanks, Mattie!" He took off running before Matthew could even answer.

Canada sighed and picked up the shoes and mittens. He had a bad feeling that this wasn't going to end well…

No no no, Alfred, that's bad! Put the knife down! . Well, this chapter wasn't really planned out, it was more of a wing-it. We get no England in this chapter, but I'm sure you can guess that he comes back later, right?

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I hope you enjoyed!

Manda…