Happy Birthday America!
America led the way down to the fireworks dragging England in tow, whom he had kidnapped and forced to come. Following him were Italy, Germany, France, Russia, China, Romano, Spain, Canada, and Prussia. His boss had come down here earlier with his own family. America didn't mind, because he could have more fun if his boss wasn't around.
The kids football fields were filled with people. They maneuvered through the crowd, pushing France when he stopped to flirt with the local girls.
When they reached the front, the best viewing point, America released England and sat down on the ground, pulling blankets and snacks from the bags they had brought with them.
England laid out his blanket, which had his national flag on it, with some muttering and choice swear words that America put in his mind for later use.
"Aww come on Iggy," America grinned at his former brother, "You could at least try to have fun!"
America saw Canada sit down next to him on his maple leaf blanket.
"Yeah, you should-" America cut Canada off.
"Who wants glow sticks?" he held up a bunch of them.
"Ve~ I do!" Italy took some along with the others.
While they waited for the fireworks to start they sat and chatted among themselves. Except for England, who huddled up and let depression take over.
"Become one with Mother Russia, da?" Russia asked China, who proceeded to lightly smack him on the head.
"Not here Ru-Ivan," China said with a smile, "Do not say such things here."
"All right Yao," Russia smiled his creepy smile.
France was asking Spain if he had slept with Romano yet. Romano was now yelling very choice swears words at him. Spain covered the Italian's mouth.
"There are children here, Lovi."
"It's Romano! I've told you not to call me that stupid nickname!" Romano screamed.
America opened up his ever-present McDonalds' bag and pulled out his cheeseburger. As he went to take a bite he froze. By the time he had come to his senses the man was already gone.
"America?" Canada looked at his brother curiously, "What's wrong?"
America shook his head and took a bite of his cheeseburger, "Nothing," he said.
However he could have sworn he had just seen Japan in the crowd with some blonde chick. Should he tell the others?
"Don't talk with your mouth full," England told him.
"Whatever," America decided it was best not to say anything about Japan.
Why get their hopes up for nothing right?