Author's Note- Hey everyone, I know I haven't posted very often the last few days, and I will not post at all for about a week due to the fact I will be attending some military training…the type that involves a lot of running in combat boots and no access to internet, lol. Hopefully this story can tie you over until the first part of July. But before we get to the story a quick shout out to Fallen Angel 1243, Miyazaki Kyoto, saoirsewolf, and BloodLily16 for leaving very entertaining reviews.

Disclaimer- I do not own Hetalia…Apple…or any card games digital or otherwise.

Solitaire

To be honest, the World Meetings could have gone significantly better…but they also could have gone significantly worse. Even after days of debate, Russia was still bulling Europe, China was still bulling Asia, Iraq and Syria were falling apart, and for some strange reason the world seemed to want America to keep up all of the planets messes. Still it wasn't a completely lost cause, America had managed not to deck Russia during the conference and even though it had taken the nation six days and large qualities of pasta to finally convince Italy to no longer fear bathtubs, Germany had only broken a couple bones in retribution.

Now America was sprawled on the couch, sore, grumpy, and tried. His only comfort was the fact that Canada was visiting for a few days, a stack of extra large Hawaiian pizzas, and the fact that he had finally beat Ghana at the world cup. Now all the American team had to do was trounce Portugal and his people would probably be able to advance to the next round of play…not that there was a huge chance of that America mused darkly, as he flipped through channels waiting for the game to start.

"Hey bro, want a beer?"

"A beer sounds really good." America admitted and a few moments later a cool, dark glass bottle was placed in his hand. The superpower took a long sip expecting the bitter liquid to caress his tongue, but instead the flavor that exploded in his mouth was bright with sugar and sassafras. It took a few moments for America's brain to kick into gear, but once it did he looked up at Canada in surprise. "Dude this is totally not alcoholic."

"That would because it is root beer." Canada yawned plopping down heavily on the couch. "I don't think either of up to dealing with a drunk nation at the moment."

"That's probably true." America admitted sheepishly.

"So who are you playing against today?"

"Portugal, and if I beat him I will totally be advancing to the next round." The Southern team said with enthusiasm, but he could help but see the two mounds of fur in the corner of the room tapping at a screen on the floor. "What in the world are those two doing?"

"Oh, that I think that Americat has been teaching Kikalu…Kurlou…my Bear how to play card games on the iPad." Canada shrugged.

"Dude, you know you shouldn't have let Iggy name your Polar Bear. He totally an everything Asian and exotic fetish going on during the Edwardian Era and you can't even keep the poor thing's name straight…" America began to say but his northern twin started starring daggers at him. "So what are those two play?" The southern twin tried to back pedal nodding towards the stacks of tuna fish cans surrounding the two animals. "Poker?"

"I actually think it is solitaire, and let's get off this topic and back to soccer." Canada said with a roll of his eyes. "So do you think that you have a chance to win?"

"Don't know." America admitted. "But it would be totally awesome if I did. After all if I win this game I am practically guaranteed go on to the next round."

"Just to lose at the next round." The northern nation smirked as snagged a slice of pizza out of one of pies in America's stack.

"You never know?" The superpower said haughtily. "All of the sports reporters have been talking about just how athletic the American teams are."

Canada snorted. "You do realize that in most of the world using the term 'athletic' to refer to a 'football' team is considered an insult. It means that you are not sophisticated to understand the art of the game."

"Says the country who has only won a single game in FIFA World Cup history…and if I remember that game happened to be against France." The US shot.

"Well, unlike you, who attempt to be mediocre at every sport, I prefer to specialize." The Canadian snipped back.

"In hockey." America replied sarcastically. "Well it seems like your specialization only took you so far. If I remember correctly the Stanley cup this year was totally dominated by teams from the US of A."

"Well," Canada promptly changed the subject, "at least my bear can totally beat your cat at virtual card games."

America blinked and looked over towards the two animals. Sure enough his cat was looking pretty pissed and was pushing several tins of fish towards the polar bear. The bear, on the other hand, looked pretty pleased with himself.

"Today isn't my day is it?" He groaned.

"Oh, cheer up Alfred." Canada said doing his best to prevent a sigh of exasperation from creeping into his voice. "Everyone knows that you the world's best in men's soccer, but most people forget that there are two world cups and I fully expect that the US will make it to the finals of the Women's FIFA World Competition."

"Oh yeah!" America might be mediocre at men's soccer but he totally ruled the women's version of the sport. "I almost forgot you are totally hosting the women's World Cup this August. You picked me up tickets right bro?" Canada nodded and America settled down happily, allowing the two twins to sit back and enjoy the game on the big screen.

End Note- Meow? Who loves Americat? Also I kind of suspect that I may need to write another soccer story when the women's FIFA cup comes around in August.