I actually enjoyed writing this one so ther were just a few minor edits.

2999 BCE

"Upper Nile."

"Yes Sumer?"

There was a long pause. The air was actually cold for the first time in Egypt, there was a first for anything.

"Will you… let me take you to dinner?" He asked.

Upper Nile blushed. She paused to think. Sumer studied her face, but ended up blushing. He looked unconfident, scared even. Then, just before she would answer, a midget jumped out the bushes and punched Sumer straight in the face.

"Screw you asshole, you're not dating my sister!" Kush shouted at him. Sumer tried to fight, Kush stood on sumer's body, and rested his foot on Sumer's neck.

Kush then pressed his foot hard. "IF YOU EVER ASK MY SISTER OUT AGAIN, I WILL KICK YOU IN THE KIDNEYS UNTIL YOU PEE BLOOD, THEN, I WILL DUMP YOUR CORPSE IN SOME BODY OF WATER, AND CALL IT THE RED SEA!" He yelled.

Sumer panicked. "Please don't hurt me! I'll do anything! Please, spare my upper body, but if you have to go there, please don't go for my head, I have a meeting with my brother on Saturday, and if you must go there please don't waste my hair, I spent my entire week's allowance buying milk for my delicious hair, please don-"

Kush threw Sumer into the air, then grabbed Upper Nile's arm, then took her away.

At times, Mesopotamian kingdoms would try to conquer Egypt. But often they failed, due to Kushite technological advancements such as iron. Apparently, having a big hunk of steel helps after all. Suck it Hippies!

A few hours later, at Sumer's house.

"That damn Kush! Always screwing up my date plans. I want to create a new empire with her, but Kush just keeps me away! You're getting this Babylon?"

"Uh-huh." Babylon replied. Another day of listening to Sumer's problems. He wondered when he would finally just get a hobby, like gardening.

"I will get my revenge… just wait…"

"Uh-huh." He quickly removed a weed from his garden of his carefully imported roses.

"You even listening to me bro?"

Babylon was tending his gardens for the five hundredth straight year. Each plant had to be carefully tended, with delicate hands that could care for life. The delicate soul of the plant was literally in his hands, and too much force meant death.

"Uh-huh." He patted the soil, creating one hundred eighty even layers.

"I'll develop the ultimate weapon! Nothing will match it!"

"Uh-huh."

"Third territory of Sumer! Kush!"

"Uh-huh." He quickly

Sumeria stormed to his room. He was getting ready to brainstorm the next technological advancement.

Meanwhile at Egypt's house…

"What the hell were you doing?" Kush shouted at Egypt.

"Don't worry, he's a really sweet-"

"I don't care!" Kush interrupted. He then shook her head, while standing on the newly cleaned table.

Egypt was dizzy. She barely saw her little brother, just a few months younger. But he was three feet shorter, and his house was in better shape.

"If you EVER go near him again, I'll make you build another Pyramid!" Kush then stormed out the house.

One day later.

"Hey! Nubia!" Sumer called. He had a confident look on his face.

"I TOLD you, I'm KUSH!" Kush yelled.

"Not anymore dude! You are now the territory of Nubia!"

"Don't call me that damn it!"

"I can, and I will! I have developed a secret weapon that will make you bow to my pure awesomeness, my super heavenliness, my epic-"

"Shut up!" He yelled.

A dark aura emanated from Mesopotamia. It smelled like old crusty bread. Then, an even darker aura came from him, coming from his pocket.

"I have spent the last few Years-"

"Hours?" Kush interrupted. He looked bored.

"-Developing a secret weapon that you are defenseless against!"

"Your stench?"

Sumeria pulled out a pile of glue and hairs.

"Moustache!" Sumer laughed.

Kush rolled his eyes. "You've got to be kidding me."

"Bah-ha-ha-ha!" You look so pathetic! With your hairy moustache!"

Kush looked at Sumer closer. A creepy smile appeared on his face. "You know, from here, it looks like you have a moustache."

"What!" Sumer was shocked. How could this great technology fail him? "Don't look! Mercy!" Sumer crawled up into a little ball and started crying.

Kush flipped him off and left.

1939 AD " Hey, North Iraq, Can i borrow some of this stuff?" Romano asked. He held out a box of stuff that said SUMER.

North Iraq turned around, and looked at the box. He paused for a minute, before being woken up.

"Hey, king, hurry it up, I don't have all damn day here!"

"Oh, yeah, sure."

"Yes!" Romano looked through all the stuff, from swords, to axes, to even a ticket to Gilgaland. Then, his eyes grew bigger, when he picked the very weapon of Romano's future. A dark smile appeared on his face. "That German potato eating bastard doesn't even stand a chance!"

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