Russia opened the large doors of China's house, awkwardly standing in the doorway as a fuming Hong Kong marched toward him.
Some incoherent mumbling could be heard from another room, causing Hong Kong to spin around and start yelling in Chinese. "Cāo nǐ hé nǐ de gòngchǎn zhǔyì! Wǒ huì zuò wǒ xiǎng zuò de, nǐ bùnéng zǔzhǐ wǒ!"
Without any response, he turned back around to Russia and stopped right in front of him, getting slightly startled at the man's disheveled form. His stupor was quickly brushed away by his anger as his foot began tapping in impatience, the large man blocking his only escape.
"You seem to be in the bad mood," Russia cracked a strained smile. Hong Kong scoffed and roughly pushed past him as he marched away.
Russia looked at him for a little while until he was out of sight, before finally turning around and entering the house to find China.
Following the mumbled voice he heard earlier, he found China rubbing his temples as he slouched on the couch.
"Yao!" Russia loudly greeted. China screamed and protectively held Panda close, only letting go once he realized it was Russia.
"Aiyah! I'm already stressed, I don't need you giving me a heart attack," he sighed as he relaxed once again.
Russia happily skipped over to the couch and sat down next to his boyfriend, wrapping an arm around the smaller man's shoulders.
"What is the stressing you?" He asked as he comfortingly rubbed his shoulder. China leaned into Russia to calm himself before he could explode in anger.
"It's Hong Kong, aru! He keeps pestering me about democracy and how communism is bad."
"Democracy is overrated," Russia commented. China looked up at him and raised an eyebrow. "Aren't you a republic?"
Russia just shrugged, "it's still overrated."
China hummed in agreement as he leaned deeper into Russia's side. "So that's my problem, what's up with you?"
Russia's smile dropped as he blankly stared off into space, "Belarus still has not come home." China looked up at him sadly. He's never seen Russia this utterly devastated.
"Do you know where she is?" He asked. Russia shook his head. "All I am knowing is that she is still in America."
"Can't you track her? I thought you had one in her phone," China asked, hoping to give Russia an idea of how to find her.
"I did, but I am thinking she broke it," Russia frowned. China was deep in thought of what to do, until it hit him. "Wait, so you're telling me your sister is in an unknown place in America, with no phone?"
Russia looked at him in confusion, "uh, da but what is that having to do with anything?"
"Well I doubt she's going to be wandering around America without a phone, aru. It's very likely she never left Boston," China explained.
Russia's face brightened before he suddenly stood up to leave. China grabbed onto Russia's wrist and held him back. "Where do you think you're going?"
"Going to America obviously," Russia stated as he pulled away from China and began walking away. China stood up and began following him. "She's in a giant city, it will be impossible to find her, especially if she's avoiding you, aru. Not to mention I could be wrong and she's gone somewhere else."
Russia stopped walking and turned around to the shorter man. "Then what am I supposed to do, just be ignoring her?"
"Just wait until the world meeting, she will have to show up then," China argued. Russia shook his head and began trying to leave again. "That is not the true, she could be skipping it."
China grabbed onto his arm just before Russia could exit the house. "Then that's when we get her boss involved, she can avoid you but she cannot avoid her government."
Russia hung his head low for a moment before turning around again. "That is still a week and a half away, in that time I could be already finding her."
"It would be a waste of time to do something that'll inevitably fix itself, she'll turn up eventually, aru." Russia thought about it more before finally closing the door in front of him.
"Then what am I to be doing while I wait?" He asked. China looked him deep in the eyes, before beginning to play with Russia's scarf.
"You could always..." China trailed off as he tugged Russia's face close to his own. "... stay with me."
Russia stared back at China's eyes, which were transfixed on his and filled with lust. "N-Now?" Russia stuttered out. "Now," China stated as he pulled Russia back into the house.
*BOOM!!* A deafening clap of thunder shocked America awake and tumbling off his bed, smacking hard against the ground.
If that wasn't bad enough, America fell onto his shoulder, which Belarus had re-dislocated in a sparring match a few days ago.
"God dammit!" He groaned as he rolled onto his opposite side and clutched his shoulder. Why couldn't it just heal already?!
After some more rolling around on the ground, he eventually got up and angrily marched out of the room. The unexpected wake up call already put him in a bad mood, a shoulder constantly in pain wasn't doing anything to improve it.
As he marched his way into the kitchen, he found Belarus blankly staring out of the glass door at the rain as it poured down.
Paying her no mind, he sifted through one of the cupboards for a first-aid kit, finding one and opening it to take out a sling. He then went to the fridge and took an ice pack from the freezer.
At this point, Belarus had noticed him loudly slamming around the kitchen. "What are you doing?" She asked.
America looked at her and scoffed. "Well since you seem to enjoy dislocating my arm, I'm now forced to wear this stupid sling so it can heal faster. So for my own safety I'm not leaving my room until it's all better."
"Maybe I should cut off your arm, then you'll stay in your room forever," she joked.
"Ha ha," America fake laughed. He wrapped the sling around his arm and tightened it, before turning to walk away. "I'll see you in... however long it takes for a shoulder to heal."
Whatever," Belarus responded as she turned her attention back to the rain, which was coming down even harder than before.
America left the kitchen and made his way back to his bedroom, tossing the ice pack on his bed as he stood in front of the tv.
Just then, a bright flash came through the window, followed by another loud blast of thunder that shook throughout America's body.
"Damn thunderbirds," he mumbled as he pulled out his phone and pressed the YouTube app, clicking on the first interesting video and casting it onto his tv.
Suddenly his phone slightly vibrated, a notification scrolling down from the top of the screen showing that Japan was texting him.
He clicked on the notification and opened messenger, raising an eyebrow at Japan's strange message.
Japan
Hong Kong knows.
Knows what?
He knows about Russia.
America rolled his eyes and frowned. Why is he not surprised?
America
Did you tell him?
No, Hong Kong was
at China's house and
was arguing with him.
He said he reft to get
some fresh air and
when he came back
he found this.
An image then appeared on America's phone, but the second he clicked on it he regretted it immensely. He dropped his phone and almost screamed, if it weren't for him swallowing his breath and getting caught in a coughing fit.
He quickly picked his phone back up and rapidly tapped on it to get rid of the image. In his panic he somehow managed to cast the image on the very large tv.
He screamed on the top of his lungs and fell on his butt, crawling backwards until his back hit the end of his bed, where he then covered his eyes with his free hand and curled into a tight ball.
The image was so horrendous, so heinously terrible, that every other bad event in his entire history paled in comparison.
The image... if it wasn't obvious already... was a picture of Russia mounting China, creepily taken from outside a window.
Slowly, America removed his hand from his eyes and searched for the phone he dropped again, trying his best not to accidentally look at the tv.
When he finally found it, he stood up and went on YouTube to get back onto his video. As he cast it onto the tv, he looked up and got one last flash of Russia before the video began playing.
'Holy shit, Russia is fuckin' huge!'
"Shut uuuup!" America whined as he hopped on his bed, the image still burned into his brain.
'I mean come on, ya gotta admit it's impressive.'
"I don't have to admit shit, now stop talking about it!"
'How does dat even fit? It's like a jackhammer tryin' ta ram through a donut.'
"Oh my god, shut the hell up!" America pleaded as he gripped his head.
'Since Russia's on top and China's on bottom, just like der geography, does dat mean. . . oh poor Mongolia.'
"AHHH! Damn you Japan!!!!!!"
"Achoo!!" Japan sneezed loudly, only to be handed a tissue by Hungary, who was holding a massive wad of it to her nose. Hong Kong had also sent the image to her, which was bad for Austria since they were on the middle of making lunch.
So now he had blood all in his pesto and two perverted nations whispering something about Russia and China and whoever else. All in all, his calm lunch was ruined, the only thing that could make this worse was...
The door to the house suddenly swung open, loudly smacking against the wall and alerting all of the nations inside. Through the doorway a man with platinum blonde hair and a huge grin marched in.
"Vhat's up you unawesome losers! . . . and Japan," he corrected himself when he noticed the black-haired man sitting across from Hungary.
Austria audibly groaned as he leaned his head back. Of course he would come. Hungary had a similar reaction, frowning immensely as she began pulling out her frying pan.
"Aww, vhat's wrong? Aren't you happy to see zhe awesome me?" He questioned as he walked over and sat down next to Japan, wrapping an arm around the smaller nation and causing him to squirm from the sudden contact.
"Nein, I am not happy to see you. Now vhy are you here?" Hungary asked as she raised her frying pan above her head.
"Because I'm awesome," Prussia said, causing Hungary to throw the frying pan at his head, narrowly missing him as he ducked out of the way.
"Ok, jeez. I just vanted to hang out. . . zhough now I'm more intrigued vith vhy you have blood pouring from your nose."
Hungary's eyes widened as she wiped at her nose. "Zhat is nosing, now leave." Prussia laughed as he shook his head. "Vell now I know somesing's up. Come on, you can tell me."
Hungary looked to Japan for help, who in turn looked to Prussia. "Rook, Prussia. It's not that we don't want to terr you, it's just that you're in the Bad Touch Trio... if you know then France wirr find out, and he wirr terr everyone."
Prussia looked down at him with a seldom used seriousness. "France vill never find out, svear it on my honor as a Teutonic Knight."
Japan looked over at Hungary, who just rolled her eyes and shook her head. He turned his attention back to Prussia and apologized, they just couldn't trust him enough to stay quiet.
Prussia frowned, but that was quickly replaced by a mischievous smile as he began slowly moving the arm wrapped on Japan's shoulders.
Before he could even react, Japan felt his phone slip out his hands, as well as Prussia's arm leave his shoulders. As he looked over, he found Prussia rapidly tapping on the phone to hopefully find whatever secret they were hiding.
Japan tried reaching for his phone, but before he could grab it Prussia's eyes went wide.
He then slapped a hand to his mouth, tears forming in his eyes as he tried his best to hold back a laugh.
"Kesesese. Russia and China?! How zhe hell did zhat happen?" He exploded in laughter as he stared at the phone. "Austria, have you seen zhis?!" He shouted at he pointed the screen at the other nation.
Austria suddenly inhaled while drinking from a mug, his eyes bulging out as he choked on coffee. Hungary assisted in patting his back to get the scalding hot liquid out of his lungs.
Prussia broke out into an even louder fit of laughter as he handed Japan his phone back.
Hungary sighed and rubbed her head. This was going to be a lot harder to keep secret. Though if found out she could always just shift the blame on Prussia and have Russia beat him up.
As he began to calm down, Prussia wiped the tears from his eyes and looked at the two. "So, who else knows?"
Hungary and Japan passed each other another look, before Hungary spoke up. "Ve just got zhe image from Hong Kong, and Japan vas told by America."
"America, huh? And how does he know about it?" Prussia asked, his mischievous smile returning.
"Vell he... uhhh Japan how did America actually find out?" Hungary asked.
"I'm not sure, arr he said was that Berarus caught Russia and China making out," he answered.
"Hmm. Do you sink Belarus told him?" Hungary theorized. "Fat chance!" Prussia interjected. "Belarus hates America. Zhere's no vay she vould confess somesing like zhat."
"Then how do you suggest America found out?" Japan asked. Hungary thought for a second, before suggesting another theory.
"Maybe he vas zhere vhen it happened? He does have a tendency to appear places at ze vorst times."
"Zhat's a good theory, but I don't sink so," Prussia cut in again. Hungary stood up and glared at him. "Zhen explain vhat you sink Mr. Knowitall!" She was starting to get really annoyed with Prussia shooting down her ideas.
"Kesesese, just chill out ok? It's just zhat I don't sink zhat's vhat he did. If I remember correctly... vhich I do because I'm awesome... America vas asleep vhen zhe meeting ended. On top of zhat, he arrived to zhe meeting from his own house, so zhere vas no reason for him to be at zhe hotel zhe ozer nations vere staying at."
"Ok, but zhat still doesn't explain how he knows," Hungary pointed out. "I vas getting to zhat," Prussia responded.
"So back to vhat I vas saying. I agree zhat he appears places at bad times, but I don't sink he caught Russia and China doing it."
"Ugh, do you have to say zhat?" Austria groaned, remembering the image on the phone.
"Haha... ja," Prussia answered honestly. "Anyvay, vhat I am sinking is zhat America vas most likely eavesdropping and either heard Belarus, China, or Russia talking about it. My guess is zhat he heard Russia say somesing during the G8 meeting."
The group of nations thought it over for a while, until Japan finally spoke. "That does make the most sense because America tord me right after that meeting, but I don't remember a time he courd've overheard Russia. He was with me the entire time, we even went back to his house afterwards."
Prussia shrugged. "It's just a seory." Hungary nodded to him. "Vell it's zhe best one ve have."
"I'm confused, vhy don't one of you just ask him how he heard?" Austria asked, only to receive deadpanned and disappointed looks from all three.
". . ."
". . ."
". . . Who invited zhis guy?" Prussia wondered as he pointed at him.
Austria looked at the three in offense. "Vhat? Zhat's a completely valid question."
The three just shook their heads, confusing Austria even more. "You know, zhis is vhy he's permanently banned from joining any of zhe groups," Prussia whispered to Hungary.
Austria instantly stood up and marched away in a huff. First he gets blood in his food, next Prussia nearly breaks his door, then he choked on hot coffee while getting traumatized by nation sex, and now he's getting treated like an imbecile by his own wife and two nations that don't need to be here.
Hungary would have to make it up to him later, but for now she was still deep in discussion with her friend... and Prussia.
After the talk about Russia and China ended, Prussia spoke up once again. "Vell now zhat I'm in zhis... veird perv group, is zhere any more juicy rumors I should know about?"
"Werr actuary, Hungary and I were trying to— Nope, no ve veren't. It's just some dumb assumption, more of a fantasy if you ask me," Hungary interrupted.
Prussia raised an eyebrow and tried to speak, but before he could Hungary had grabbed Japan by the arm and pulled him out of the room.
In the hallway, Japan and Hungary whispered to each other very quietly, occasionally glancing over at Prussia to make sure he wasn't listening.
"Are you sure telling him is a good idea? Ve still don't know if ve can fully trust him."
"It doesn't seem rike he's going to rat us out."
"Trust me, he vill. He'll do vhatever causes zhe biggest laugh, no matter how damaging to someone."
"I don't know. Besides, he seems to know the most about America. He courd be the key to figuring out the mystery behind the ringerie."
Hungary hung her head low as she contemplated this. Could they really just tell Prussia everything? He could betray them at any moment.
She looked back at Prussia, who was lounging around and staring at the ceiling in boredom. She then turned to Japan, who was also watching Prussia with a serious expression.
After what felt like an eternity, she let out a sigh of defeat and eyed the floor again. "Fine, you can tell him."
Japan nodded and began walking away, only to be yanked back by the arm to face Hungary's stone cold expression. "But if he backstabs us and ve get caught, you aren't getting any of my yaoi for an entire year, understand?"
Japan shakily nodded, to which Hungary let go of his arm and followed him back into the living room.
As the two sat down across from Prussia, Hungary nodded to Japan who took out his phone and handed it to Prussia.
Prussia took it and looked at the screen, raising an eyebrow at a seemingly random picture of lingerie. "Vhat is zhis?"
"Japan found zhat in America's closet. Anysing you can tell us about it?" Hungary asked. Prussia shrugged and handed the phone back. "Nope, I've never seen zhat before."
Hungary frowned and stared at Japan. 'Knows a lot about America my ass.' Japan looked away from her, not wanting to meet her disapproving gaze.
"Do you know why America would have this? We have come up with three theories so far: America has a girrfriend, America is a uke for a seme man, or someone is a uke for a seme America. Do you think any of those are possibre?"
In response, Prussia let out a booming laugh, much to the chagrin of Japan. "Aren't you reading a little too much into zhis? I mean, zhis is America ve're talking about. He most likely bought it by mistake or as a prank gift. It is Birdie's birthday tomorrow."
"Who?" Hungary asked. Prussia just exhaled in annoyance and rolled his eyes. "Nevermind."
"Werr that's a shame, it wourd've been coor to discover two secret rerationships back to back," Japan commented as he looked sadly at the ground.
Prussia gave him a guilty look, feeling very unawesome for destroying all hopes of finding some delicious drama.
"Again, zhis is just vhat I sink, I could be completely wrong and America is hanging out vith someone as ve speak," he admitted as he rubbed the back of his head.
Japan raised his head and looked at Prussia with newly restored curiosity. "Do you rearry think so?"
"No, but zhere's alvays a chance, right?" Prussia shrugged. Hungary facepalmed.
Slowly she slid her hand from her face, before looking back at Prussia. "Ok, so in zhe small chance zhere is somesing happening vith America, vhat should ve do to figure out who zhis mysterious person is?"
Prussia gave her a huge grin as he pointed a thumb at himself. "Just leave zhat to zhe awesome me. Zhe next vorld meeting is soon, vhich lasts a whole veek giving us plenty of time to spy on him. Plus if ve don't find out anysing, I can ask to hang out zhen explore his house for clues... and maybe add some hidden cameras."
"I rike that plan, Hungary?" Japan asked as he turned to his friend. Hungary looked between the two as they stared at her in anticipation, before giving them an evil grin.
"Let's go stalk zhe American."
'Wakey wakey, wakey wakey it's time fer school.'
"Huh?" America drowsily raised his head from the pillow, only for sleep to envelope him once again as he collapsed back down into the warmth.
'Hey, get up ya got stuff ta do!'
"Stahhhp, I'm tryin' to sleep," America mumbled into his pillow.
'Ok fine, we'll just go ta Matthew's birthday party next year.'
"Sick, I love parties. . . . . Oh shit!" America screamed as he flew out of bed. The voice in his head mentally rolling their eyes as America quickly began getting ready.
"What time is it?" America asked as he stripped and jumped in the shower.
'About 9:40 AM.'
"What?! The party starts in 20 minutes... and it's in Cuba!!!"
America cleaned himself as fast as possible before leaving the shower and falling over as he clumsily pulled on a pair of underwear and cargo shorts.
After some more tumbling, he managed to get on a pair of clothes, not bothering to put on the sling again.
"Tony!" He called out as he ran down the stairs, only to be met with silence.
"Yo, Tony?!" He yelled, once again with no response. With no other option, he took a big inhale of air and held it, before screaming on the top of his lungs, "TONYYYYYY!!!!!!"
"Holy fucking fuck shut the fuck up!" He heard coming from somewhere in the house. As he walked around the house collecting the rest of his things, the two had a shouting conversation.
"Dude I need your spaceship!" He requested.
"Fuck off! You destroyed the last one, and I'm still pissed about Lithuania!"
"Please dude, I need to get to Mattie's birthday party, it starts in 14 minutes!" America exclaimed as he dug in the freezer, pulling out a small white box, before setting that in a slightly larger cooler.
"No, you can get there on your own!"
America's whole face flushed red with rage, but instead of exploding he just suppressed it for now. He couldn't waste time arguing while he still had 13 minutes left.
He quickly slipped on a pair of flip-flops and sprinted through the house to the front door, running outside to his garage and hopping in his fastest car.
After driving to the end of the driveway, he got onto the road and floored it. As he sped down the road, he pulled out his phone and started calling someone.
After only a couple rings, the line picked up to a man's voice. "Yes, Alfred?"
"Hey, yeah can you get me one of those X-43A scramjet things? One with a cockpit preferably," America requested.
"Can I ask why?" The person responded.
"My brother's birthday party starts in... 11 minutes and he's all the way in Cuba while I'm in Virginia. I need something fast, really fast."
"Can't you just, you know, not go?"
"Absolutely not, I need to give him his present. Speaking of which, can I also get one of those weird containers used for carrying vials of dangerous diseases?"
The guy on the other end let out a very long and strung out sigh, which was annoying to America since he was doing everything he could to hurry.
"Ok, but this is coming out if your allowance."
"Yeah yeah whatever just get me that jet. Within two minutes would be best."
"Alright, alright, calm down. Someone will meet you at the nearest airport."
"Awesome, thanks for the help."
"No problem, have fun at the party."
"I will," America replied before hanging up, putting his hand back on the steering wheel as he barreled down the highway.
Once he reached the airport, two men in suits came out to escort him to the runway, bringing him to a large plane with a smaller black jet attached under it.
"Did you get the container thing too?" America asked. Right on cue, someone else walked out in front of him and handed him a metal box.
America walked over to the plane and set the boxes down, taking out the white box from the cooler, taking out an object from the box, setting it inside the metal container, then finally putting it all back inside the cooler.
A fourth man appeared and handed America a high altitude flight suit and parachute, before turning and leaving.
After putting that on, America took his cooler and climbed inside the scramjet, giving a thumbs up to the marshaller who nodded in turn and got in position.
As the large plane suddenly began rolling forward, the marshaller began using his batons to guide the plane in the right direction.
The plane slowly picked up speed until it had completely left the ground. Quickly it started gaining altitude, reaching its peak in no time.
The radio then came on, notifying America of what was to come next. "We've reached peak altitude, and will be deploying the scramjet in T - 30 seconds. In order to prepare for the nearly 10 Gs of force you will be experiencing, you should lie back as flat as possible and control your breathing."
America did just that, setting the cooler on his chest as he laid flat in the cockpit. Breathing deep and slowly as the time counted down.
As it reached zero, there was a brief moment of weightlessness, until a sudden rush of blood traveled from his feet all up into his head as the plane started accelerating.
In an instant he was going full speed, a whopping 7,336 mph, or mach 9.6!
In 1 minute 6 seconds he crossed all of North Carolina. 1 minute 31 seconds for South Carolina. 45 seconds for the tail end of Georgia. And only 3 minutes 41 seconds for the entire length of Florida.
Only another 45 seconds and he would be in Havana. He was actually going to make it. Just in time.
On the horizon he could see the city fast approaching, and since the scramjet doesn't have a parachute, he needs to get out NOW.
Latching onto his precious cooler, America aimed the jet at the water and pulled the eject harness, launching him up and out of the cockpit.
As he watched the jet crash-land into the ocean, he glided through the air at the city, before pulling the chute once he was over the beach.
Conveniently Canada was having his party on the very same beach, so he didn't even have to waste time looking for him.
As he descended onto the beach, he noticed all the nations and some random people staring up at him. Of course even at Canada's party he had to somehow become the center of attention.
All the people watched in awe as this mysterious stranger landed onto the sand, before detaching their parachute and tossing it to the side as they marched over to a group of partiers.
The stranger then took off their large helmet to reveal a young boy with golden blonde hair and bright blue eyes. He couldn't be any older than 19.
Everyone was left either weirded out or impressed, thinking it was just part of the group's party.
"Yo, Mattie!" America called out as he ran over. Canada just stared in confusion, his twin just dropped in out of nowhere, he didn't even hear or see a plane.
By the time America had marched up to him, he had snapped out of it and frowned at his brother. "Al, what the heck was that?!"
"I know I know, I'm a minute late, but hey I'm here now so don't worry. Plus I got you this," America grinned as he held up a small cooler. "I didn't miss you opening presents right?"
Canada was struck speechless again as he took the cooler in his hands. Meanwhile America was blabbering off about Tony and ufos and whatever else as he took off the flight suit, revealing his proper beach attire underneath.
Canada set the cooler next to the other presents and tried to follow after his brother, but America had seemingly vanished.
Suddenly he came marching out of the water, hauling a large, black plane behind him.
"Oh mon dieu," France muttered as he walked over to Canada and stared at America as well.
America took the flight suit and parachute and stuffed them into the cockpit, before hauling the plane behind a rock where no one would see it. Basically acting like nothing happened.
At this point all of the other nations at the party had grouped up to watch America as he wandered around and started talking up a storm with every Cuban that crossed his path.
"Hey gringo, stop terrorizing my citizens!" Cuba yelled as he stormed over to the American who was conversing with a random couple.
"What? I'm not even doing anything," America whined.
"Yeah likely story, now come back to the actual party," Cuba demanded as he grabbed onto America's upper arm, slightly pulling his bad shoulder.
"Hey man, can you maybe let go of me?" America urged as he resisted being pulled. Cuba ignored him and began tugging harder.
America clutched tightly onto Cuba's hand, holding it there with all his might. "Seriously dude, let go."
Cuba scoffed and tried to pry his hand away. "You're in my country now, gringo. I'll do whatever I want, and if you don't like it, then you can leave."
Canada began walking forward to intervene, but stopped when a hand extended out in front of him.
"Leave zhis to me Birdie," Prussia said as he lowered his hand and walked toward the two tense nations.
He then put an arm around each one's neck and held them close. "Come on guys, zhis is so unawesome, you two are totally bringing down zhe vibe," he whispered.
"Well he started it," America pointed accusingly at Cuba. Cuba sneered back at him. "No, you started it when you arrived."
Prussia looked between the two and frowned deeply. "Vell it doesn't matter who started it, because zhis is Birdie's birthday, and both of you are ruining it."
Both nation's angry expressions vanished as they looked behind Prussia, finding all the nations staring at them and an extremely embarrassed Canada the only one looking away.
They then brought their attention back to Prussia, hanging their heads low in guilt.
"Sorry, it was my fault for overreacting," America apologized. Cuba followed straight after. "I guess I'm also sorry for grabbing your arm, even though you were definitely annoying my people."
"Good. Now I know you two love to fight, but for zhe sake of your brother, and your best friend, leave eachozer alone," Prussia requested.
"Ok," they both mumbled and tried to walk away, only to be yanked back down by the ears.
"Zhat's an order. Am I clear?" Prussia demanded in a authoritative tone. By instinct, America and Cuba shot upright and yelled, "yes sir!"
"Goooood," Prussia sang as he let them go. "Now go enjoy zhe party!"
"Y-Yes sir," they repeated as they marched over to the crowd of nations.
After that tense situation, the party could finally commence. While small, due to Canada being mostly forgotten, that didn't mean it wasn't fun.
There was Prussia and America for one, and those two alone were worth a whole party. Then there was France and Cuba, and while calm now, the second the alcohol came out that wouldn't be the case. Canada himself wasn't exempt from that, in fact if drunk enough he could be just as loud as his brother.
The only one who wouldn't be getting rowdy was Seychelles... maybe.
But before any of that could happen, Canada had to open his presents.
From Seychelles he received a pretty necklace made of shells and beads in the shape of a maple leaf.
Canada gave her a soft smile. "It's beautiful Seychelles." Seychelles fidgeted in her seat in embarrassment. "Thanks, I would've gotten you something more expensive... but I don't have much money."
"Don't worry about it, eh? A gift doesn't have to be expensive to be great," Canada reassured her. Seychelles smiled back at him and relaxed in her seat.
Next was France, and unsurprising to everyone, he got Canada a book: "300 Ways To Pleasure Your Lover."
"Um... merci papa," Canada thanked as he covered the blush on his face.
"But of course petit Mathieu, zhere is no greater gift zhen love and intimacy," France proclaimed as he winked, sparkles and rose pedals appearing out of nowhere.
"Who cares about zhat? It's my present now!" Prussia interrupted as he grabbed his present and dropped it in Canada's lap.
Canada opened the box and sifted through it. Finding it full of stickers of maple leaves and his face, a ton of business cards that say "I'm Canada", and a headband with a neon sign attached to the top.
Canada let out a laugh as he took out the headband and put it on his head, before turning on the light that flashed, "My Name Is Canada" with a big glowing arrow pointing down at his head.
All the other nations burst out into laughter with him, America going as far as to collapse onto the ground and clutch his stomach.
After a few minutes, all the nations began to calm down, their cheeks and stomachs hurting too much to laugh anymore.
"How much do you bet Iggy still won't recognize you?" America wheezed out as he lifted himself from the ground.
"Amérique, if Angleterre cannot see zhat sign zhen he's getting an appointment with an optometrist immediately," France stated as he wiped his eyes.
"Enough yapping, it's my turn now," Cuba announced as he handed Canada his own present.
"Vhy bozer? It's not going to be as awesome as mine!" Prussia claimed cockily. Cuba just grinned as he crossed his arms. 'We'll see.'
Canada pulled out the tissue paper from the bag and took out a bottle of what he first thought was maple syrup, until he looked at the label and realized it was actually rum. Really expensive rum.
"Just a little something for the next time that bastard starts annoying you," Cuba whispered while pointing at America.
"I heard that," America commented in a flat tone.
"I appreciate it, thank you Cuba," Canada whispered back.
"It's not zhat awesome, it's not even beer," Prussia argued. Cuba smirked and turned to Prussia. "You're right... it's way better than that cheap crap."
Prussia let out an exasperated gasp as he covered his mouth. "Oh no you didn't, I svear I'm going to-
"Wait!" America interrupted. Both nations stopped advancing toward each other and looked over at him.
"Just wait a sec, I still have to give Mattie my present," he explained as he held up the cooler. Both nations looked back at each other, before moving away and sitting down in separate chairs.
Now with everyone's attention again, America handed Canada the cooler, who raised an eyebrow when they opened it to find a tightly secured metal case.
"Is your gift a deadly disease?" Canada joked as he tried to figure out how to open the container.
America laughed as he helped open the package. "The only disease you'll be getting is diabetes."
He then pulled the middle cylinder up, revealing the present inside. Canada's eyes sparkled in amazement as he delicately picked it up and took it out.
All the other nations leaned closer and observed it as well. Even Cuba was amazed, though he did his best to hide it.
The gift was so glorious, so incomprehensibly magnificent it couldn't be justified with words alone, it was. . . Ice Cream.
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No, seriously. Though it wasn't just any ice cream, this was frrrozen haute chocolate ice cream sundae. A marvel among ice creams, it had the works: vanilla, whipped cream, frozen hot chocolate, 28 rare cocoa powders, two La Madeline au Truffles, all dusted with a plentiful layer of 23-karat gold leaf.
And of course for such a godly ice cream, it can only be contained in the finest of goblets. A goblet that is lined with more edible gold and a complementary 18-karat gold bracelet adorned with white diamonds.
The utensil must also be of the highest quality, unless it wants to evaporate into nothingness by daring to even come near the luxurious dessert. So as such, the spoon is fit to match, being made of solid gold and studded with white and brown diamonds.
France, the master of all things food, was on the verge of fainting. No way the same country raised on England's scones and fish and chips could produce something of this caliber.
None of the nations could take their eyes off it, Canada didn't even want to eat it in fear of disturbing its beauty. That was until America broke the awestruck silence.
"Well dig in, it's not gonna last long in this heat."
Canada slowly grabbed the spoon, shakily bringing it up to the ice cream before scooping out a shallow piece and holding it in front of his mouth.
All the nations except for America was holding their breath, awaiting Canada's reaction as he took his first bite.
Canada slid the spoon in his mouth and licked the ice cream, holding it on his tongue for as long as possible to get all the flavor he could. As he finally swallowed, the nations leaned even closer, causing Prussia's chair to give out and send him face planting in the sand.
As the cool half-liquid traveled down his body, Canada felt... weightless. It felt like he had ascended to some higher power, heaven maybe. Yes... this was heaven.
America snapped his fingers in front of Canada's face, whom had closed their eyes and was leaning back and grinning in contentment.
"Yup, he's out cold," America concluded as he backed away, attracting the attention of everyone else.
"Amérique, what was zhat?" France asked in bewilderment. "Huh? Oh yeah I had the same reaction the first time I tried it too."
"How much did that cost?!" Cuba asked, pissed America spent more money on their gift.
"Not a lot," America responded with a shrug. "I mean, it's ice cream. It's not like he's eating Kobe beef."
(He's lying. The ice cream alone was 25,000, not to mention he delivered it by scramjet, which was easily tens of millions of dollars.)
"I can get it for you sometime if you want, you like ice cream too, right?" America asked. Cuba was taken aback, America was actually offering him something? For nothing in return?
"Wait, how do you know I like ice cream?" Cuba asked, extremely suspicious of a secret catch.
"Well it's not hard to figure out, you and Mattie go out for ice cream once or twice every world meeting week. Plus Mattie is always posting pictures on his Instagram.
To prove himself America opened his phone and pointed the screen at Cuba, showing a picture of Canada and Cuba in silly poses while eating ice cream.
Cuba looked away and reluctantly blushed. "Ok gringo I get it, I... accept your offer." God he couldn't even remember the last time he accepted anything of America's.
"Cool, I'll get you some next time we have a meeting in New York," America promised.
"Whatever," Cuba scoffed as he marched away. The rest of the nations followed soon after, leaving Canada alone to relish in his dream world.
Cāo nǐ hé nǐ de gòngchǎn zhǔyì! Wǒ huì zuò wǒ xiǎng zuò de, nǐ bùnéng zǔzhǐ wǒ! — Fuck you and your Communism! I will do what I want to, and you can't stop me!