Alfred F. Jones

Montreal, Quebec

October 30, 2163

I came back with a drink container, carrying the requests of the other nations; Café au lait for France, Schwarzer Kaffee for Germany, Green tea for Japan and China, and Coffee for me. Everyone else had said no when I asked if they wanted coffee. France was standing awkwardly in front of the door, with one hand holding his cheek. He looked mildly disappointed.

"Hey, France. Why're you just standin' there?"

"...He slapped me... Il… m'a frappée au visage parfait... (he... hit my perfect face...)"

"Who slapped you?"

"L'Angleterre..."

"What? Why?" I knew that they were enemies but it wasn't so bad that England would slap him for no reason."

"Il m'a giflée pour aucune raison! Je n'ai fait que l'embrasser! (He slapped me for no reason! All I did was kiss him!)"

Before I knew what I was doing, France was on the ground and I was on top of him, hitting him frantically, not caring where my fists hit.

"Amerika!" Germany yelled, trying to pull me off.

Spain came up behind him and helped Germany get me off France. I was sobbing by then and Mexico tried to calm me down.

"Mi querida medio-hermano... por favor no llores... por favor, por favor, no llores, querida América... (My dear half-brother... please don't cry... please, please don't cry, darling America...)"

"... Besó Inglaterra ... Le BESO Inglaterra, Miguel ... Quiero lo golpearon hasta que plantea para la misericordia ... hasta que es tan humillado como Inglaterra- (...He kissed England... He KISSED England, Michael... I want to beat him until he begs for mercy... Until he's just as humiliated as England was-)" I clapped my hand over my mouth.

"¿Qué? (What?)"

"¡Nada! (Nothing!))"

"Dime, hermano o yo nunca lo sabremos! (Tell me, brother or I'll never know!)"

"No!"

"Tell me!"

"No! Which way did he go?"

"He ran out of the hotel but He wasn't looking where he was going. He ran into the woods... and I don't think that he's coming back..."

"M-miguel! He could freeze to death! I have to go find him!"

"No! YOU could freeze to death!"

"I don't care!"

I tried to get away from Mexico, but he was gripping my arm so hard that it left bruises.

"Let-me-go!"I cried, sobbing.

"NO!"

"Miguel, unless you want to get blown up and experience the pain of atom bombs, let me go!"

He let me go and I took off running into the woods chasing down England.