AUTHORS NOTES: Alrighty here's the next part I hope every one is enjoying this strange yet funny Parody. I'm trying to torture my friend Austria by not telling her who is playing as Phil so you know I'm sorry to those of you who haven't guessed it yet... Lets see um what else should I tell you.
Um I forgot to tell you that the characters are just based off of who I thought fit the parts best. So you know some of the pairings aren't on purpose its jus like that cuz I thought those characters worked for those parts thats all. Its all in good fun. So enjoy and comment, thanks for reading.
Growing Up:
{Mount Olympus, dusk. Baby Spain and Baby Taurus are sleeping together}
[Shadows of Hungary and Switzerland crawl over Baby Spain, sound of glass breaking, and Switzerland and Hungary tittering makes America and Lili wake up.]
America: Huh? (He mumbles half asleep waring a pair of boxers with little hamburgers all over them.)
Lili: What? What is it?
Both: The Baby! (They run to the cradle but find only the Baby Taurus.)
Lili: Spain! Oh! (She starts sobbing.)
America: (Dramatically screams.) (takes a breath) ! [As he screams that, lightning flashes and a giant thunderstorm rages over Olympus. Switzerland and Hungary are flying down, carrying Baby Spain.]
Hungary: Now we did it! America is going to use us for target practice!
Switzerland: Just hang onto the kid, Hungary.
[They fall and Baby Spain starts crying.]
Hungary: Hurry! Let's just kill the kid and get it over with, okay?
Switzerland: (opening the vial) Here you go, kid, a little grecian formula.
Hungary: Look at that! He's... changing. [Baby Spain stops glowing as he drinks the potion.] Can we do it now?
Switzerland: No, no, no he has to drink the whole potion! Every last drop.
Netherlands: Who's there?
[Switzerland and Hungary run away, dropping the empty vial. It breaks and one last drop falls into the ground.]
Belgium: (She spots Baby Spain) Oh, you poor thing! Oh, don't cry.
Netherlands: Hey is anybody there?
[Switzerland and Hungary look from the bushes.]
Hungary: Now?
Switzerland: Now.
[Their shadows are shown as they walk and transform into snakes.]
Netherlands: Oh well, he must have been abandoned or something.
Belgium: Netherlands, for so many years we've prayed to the gods to bless us with a child. [Netherlands reads Spain's name from a medallion on his neck.] Perhaps they've answered our prayers.
Netherlands: Perhaps they have... Spain?
[Switzerland and Hungary, as snakes, attack, but Baby Spain catches them, and giggling happily, hits them several times against the ground, ties them into a knot and throws them far away. Netherlands and Belgium stare with their jaws dropped.]
Switzerland and Hungary: Help, help, help! (they turn into their normal forms.)
Hungary: Austria is going to kill us when he finds out what happened.
Switzerland: You mean, 'if' he finds out.
Hungary: Of course he's gonna f... If? If is good.
{Pan to Mount Olympus in dark clouds and then resolve to the Nordics}
Norway: It was tragic. America led all the gods on a frantic search.
Finland: But by the time the found the baby, it was too late.
[Norway starts singing.]
Young Spain was mortal now,
but since he did not drink the last drop... (Other Nordics) -mmmhm
He still retained his godlike strength... (Other Nordics) -ohhhooo
So thank his lucky stars... (Other Nordics) -tell it boy
But America and Lili wept... (Other Nordics) -ooh, ooh, ooh
Because their son could never come home... (Other Nordics) –ooh
They'd have to watch their precious baby
Grow up from afar
Though Austria's horrid plan
Was hatched before Spain cut his first tooth... (Other Nordics) –ahhh
The boy grew stronger every day
And that's the gospel truth
The gospel truth...
{Resolve to country with sheep's baaing.}
[A carriage with a lot of hay moves along the road unnaturally fast, then we see Netherlands and his horse sitting on the carriage.]
Netherlands: Spain would you freaking slow down!
[We now see it's young Spain who is moving the carriage. They enter a country fair, hitting some workers on the top of the gate.]
Netherlands: Look out!
[Workers fall, when Spain knocks down a ladder.]
Young Spain: Oops! S-s-sorry guys!
China: (falling down) Hey, watch where you're going!
Japan: Sunday Driver...
[Spain enters the middle of the square and stops, burring himself into the ground shoulder-deep.]
Netherlands: Thanks, son. When old Penelope twisted her ankle back there, I thought we were done for.
Spain: No problem, Pop.
Netherlands: Uh, don't-don't-don't unload just yet. First I have to finagle with Seborga...(whoever that is...)
Spain: Okay. [He drops the hay on the cart which makes their horse, Penelope, fly up into the sky.]
Oops, sorry, Penelope.
Netherlands: Now, Spain, this time, please just...
Spain: I know, I know. [He catches the falling Penelope.] Stay by the cart.
Netherlands: That's my boy.
[Spain stays until he sees a man loosing balance with a big clay pot.]
Man AKA Lithuania: Oh, my goodness. Whoa!
[Spain catches him just in time]
Spain: Careful!
Lithuania: Why thank you.
Spain: No problem.
Lithuania: (Sees Spain and looks frightened.) Why, Spain! It's you!
Spain: Let me, let me help you with that.
Lithuania: No, no, no ,no, no, I got it. [He almost falls under the giant pot] I'm fine, you just run along.
Spain: Are you sure?
Lithuania: Oh, yes. Absolutely.
[He leaves Spain outside in the street. A frisbee falls to his feet. He pick it up and sees three boys about his age.]
Boy 1 AKA Cuba: Yo! Give it here?
Spain: Hey, you need an extra guy?
Cuba: Uh... Sorry, Spain. We already got... five. And we want to keep it an even number.
Spain: Hey, wait a second. Five isn't an even...
Cuba: (snatching the frisbee) See ya, Spain.
Boy 2 AKA Poland: What a geek!
Boy 3 AKA Hong Kong: Destructo boy.
Cuba: Maybe we should call him "Jerkules". [The other two boys look at him confused.] I mean "Jerk"
[Spain sits alone in the center of the square until the frisbee appears above his head.]
Cuba: Heads up!
Spain: I-I got it!
Cuba: No! Stop!
[Spain hits a pillar, which starts falling.]
Spain: Uh-oh... Oh no! It's okay... [He holds the pillar he has hit, but others start falling one by one, like dominos. He sees that and throws the pillar he was holding away, but it hits another standing pillar and another domino wave starts going around the square] Hey! Whoa!
Netherlands: Son!
Spain: Hang on, Pop! Be right back! [The two domino waves seem to be aiming at the shop with the clay pots.]
Lithuania:Oh my! Oh no! Don't! Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!
[The last two pillars stop above Lithuania's head. He sighs, relaxed, but Spain, who was running to save him, slips and slides to him fast.]
Spain: Watch out!
[Now everything is destroyed.]
Cuba: Nice catch, Jerk.
Netherlands: Son...
Lithuania: This is the last straw, Netherlands!
Voice: That boy is a menace!
Voice 2: He's too dangerous to be around normal people!
Netherlands: He didn't mean any harm, he's just a kid. He-He just can't control his strength.
Lithuania: I am warning you. You keep that-that-that... freak away from here!
Some Boy: Freak! Yeah, go away!
{On a grassy hillside, Spain and Netherlands sit alone}
Netherlands: Son, you shouldn't let those things they said back there get to you.
Spain: But Pop, they're right. I-I am a freak. I try to fit in, I really do. I just can't. Sometimes... I feel like, like I really don't belong here. Like I'm supposed to be... someplace else.
Netherlands: Spain, son...
Spain:I know it doesn't make any sense. [Spain walks away and sings]
I have often dreamed of a far off place
Where a great, warm welcome will be waiting for me
Where the crowds will cheer when they see me face
And a voice keeps sayin' this is where I'm meant to e
I will find my way
I can go the distance
I'll be there someday
If I can be strong
I know every mile
Will be worth my while
I would go most anywhere to feel like I belong
[He returns home]
Netherlands: Spain, there's something your mother and I have been meaning to tell ya.
{Inside the house}
Spain: But if you found me, then where did I come from? Why was I left here?
Belgium: This was around your neck when we found you. It's the symbol of the gods.
Spain: This is it! Don't you see? Maybe they have the answers! I'll go to the temple of America and... Ma, Pop, you're the greatest parents anyone could have, but... I-I gotta know. {Next morning, Spain walks to the Temple and sings}
I am on my way
I can go the distance
I don't care how far
Somehow I'll be strong
I know every mile
Will be worth my while
I would go most everywhere to find where I belong.
[Spain enters the Temple of America]
Spain: Oh mighty America, please, hear me answer my prayer. I need to know: Who am I? Wh-where do I belong? [Wind blows, lightning hits the statue of America, flame ignites in braziers...] Huh? […and the statue of America comes to life]
America: My boy. My little Spain. [He reaches for Spain, who runs away, screaming and has a Prussia fail] Hey, hey, hey, hold on kiddo! What's your hurry? After all these years is this a kind of hello to give your father?
Spain: Father?
America: Didn't know you had a famous father, did you? Surprise! Look how you've grown. Why you've got your mother's beautiful eyes... and my strong chin. Hah!
Spain: I-I don't understand. If you are my father, that would make me a...
America: A god.
Spain: A god. A god!
America: Hey, you wanted answers, and by thunder, you're old enough to know the truth.
Spain: But why did you leave me on earth? Didn't you want me?
America: Of course we did. Your mother and I loved you with all our hearts but someone stole you from us and turned you mortal, and only gods can live on Mount Olympus.
Spain: And you can't do a thing?
America: I can't, Spain, but you can.
Spain: R-really? W-what? I-I'll do anything.
America: Spain, if you can prove yourself a true hero on Earth, your godhood will be restored!
Spain: A true hero. Great! Uh, exactly how do you become a true hero?
America: First, you must seek out some goat guy, the trainer of heroes.
Spain: Seek out a goat guy? Right I'll... [He falls off America's palm] Whoa!
America: Whoa! Hold your bulls! Which reminds me.. [America whistles and the Taurus flies through an opening in the roof] Ha-ha! You probably don't remember Taurus but you two go way back, son.
[Taurus sniffs Spain, then bonks foreheads with him and licks him]
Spain: Oh, Taurus!
America: He is a magnificent bull. With the brain of a bird.
Spain: I'll find this goat guy and become a true hero!
America: That's the spirit!
Spain: I won't let you down, father! Yee-haw!
America: Good luck, son.
[Spain flies away, singing:]
Spain:
I will beat the odds
I can go the distance
I will face the world
Fearless, proud and strong
I will please the gods
I can go the distance
Till I find my hero's welcome right where I belong