"So Spain how's your football team doing this year?" America grinned at his Spanish friend, both sitting in front of a small Mexican restaurant.
The Spaniard shrugged, "Decent enough, yours?"
America was about to respond to the other nation when he was cut off by many screams and evil laughter.
"WAAHHH! I told you I didn't want to play tag! Leave me alone!" A high pitched, familiar, voice shrieked.
America looked over and saw his son screaming like a girl, wearing another sundress, make-up and all, and running away from a man that was very familiar to the Spanish nation.
"Leave our broth-sister alone!" Screamed another feminine voice as a black haired girl, with a figure similar to Tony clinging to her back, came sprinting past holding a tennis racket.
As she disappeared Arizona came stumbling in looking frantically for something, America and Spain both pointed in the direction the three had run.
The southwestern state nodded and took off, "New Mexico! Give me my racket back!" He yelled.
After a moment of silence both nations sighed and relaxed, thinking that it was finally over and they could just enjoy their meals happily, that is, until a head popped up between them, poker face in place as he shuffled cards.
The gambler nodded in the direction that all four had sprinted off in, "How much you want to bet that Mexico is going to regret going after California when Texas finds out?" Before anyone could speak again a shot flew over the trios heads.
A girl peeked her head out from behind a lamppost an insane grin, that could rival Belarus in brother hunting mode, settled on her lips, she held a finger up in a quiet motion and began to creep closer.
"Shh... I'm huntin' Nevadas," before the girl could even finish speaking America was trembling, pointing to the spot next to him, hoping to avoid the girl's evil side when looking for the gambling state, only to find the boy that had previously been there gone.
"Wha?" Was all either nation could come up with, turning back to respond to the state America found that she too had vanished.
"America?"
"Yeah Spain?"
"Next time let us talk at my home."
"Agreed."
So yeah another short chapter, and in case you were confused, yes California was in 'Hollywood' mode at the time of this, that was the reason I posted the chapter before this first!
And I play tennis so I figure that that would be the addition that I gave to my state, you all probably know who by now, it is actually pretty popular.
Oh and anyone who has any ideas for this feel free to review telling me about or pm with it! So yeah I feel bad about how short this actually is, I thought it was going to be a lot longer than it was. ):
Oh well, tell me what ya think!
Till Next Time!
Hasta la pasta!
P.s. yes I believe that America would know the European version of Football, I mean come on he was raised by England soo...