America was what you would call a "big kid". Yes people, he went trick-or-treating on Halloween. He was dressed up as a cowboy. Typical America. Everyone was just sorta staring at him and under their breathes they were mumbling, "Is that Alfred F. Jones?" and "Isn't he like, 19?" and of course, "..OMFG HE'S TRICK-OR-TREATING ON MY STREEET!" and then the expected fangirl squeal and sudden fainting due to loss of blood. "Trick-or-treat! Oh yea, by the way, I'm the hero so if you could squeeze in some extra candy and maybe some fries that would be nice..." He said in a low voice to a random New Yorker who wasn't even giving out candy. "...What?" Alfred rose his candy-bag(Say nothing, bronies) to his face. "I said gimme the candy, foo!" The man looked at him strangely, then finally realized it was "that man". "Oh...You. The idiot who makes America look like a bunch of morons, correct?" America nodded VIG-OUR-OUS-LY. I think I spelled it right. The man turned around and walked inside of his house and came out with a coffee mug. America tilted hs head, "Is that cup made of candy...?" The man raised his hand and BOOM bashed it on America's head. "No dumbass. But if you like eating glass, thats none of my business." He went back inside and turned off all the lights. Poor America. That guy was a total dick! Well, don't worry because shortly after he was stormed by fangirls and was brutally murdered. Amerca looked inside of the plastic bag he was carrying. Not as much as he expected to gather, but it didn't matter. Following him were about 12-68 fangirl carrying bags filled with candy. These girls did America's every whim. Damn, I wanna be him. Having people do whatever I tell them too because I'm rich and famous. Kinda like Bill Gates. So anyway he started walking in the direction of his big red house. Not wanting to be raped, he told the fangirls to leave their bags on the sidewalk and he would get them.
"But America!"
"Please!"
"We only wanna see where you live!"
"Let us come! We're your loyal fans!"
You have no idea what America was feeling looking at their faces. "Too bad~! I'm not going to be raped by a bunch of fangirls~ Not today!" He dumped all the candy down his shirt, one bag at a time. The fangirls watched in awe as he shoved 68 bags worth of candy down his shirt and he still looked at skinny as a rake. "Bye!" He continued walking down the street with 68 bags of candy down his shirt.