All the Little Countries

Chapter One

Sealand walked down the road, dragging his back-pack behind him. The little country, being in sixth grade, had a lot of homework.

A car swerved around a corner and sped past him. Sealand stood there, shocked to see the car stop quickly.

"Sealand!" the driver yelled," Come on!" When Sealand didn't move, the driver got out and walked toward him.

"America." Sealand whispered. America took his arm and walked him to the car. Sealand opened the passenger side door and sat down. The car smelled strongly of hamburgers, maple syrup and. America got in and started the engine.

"I thought Italy was picking me up."

"News flash, little dude. Italy can't drive. He got his license provoked last week." America explained.

"Why?" he asked.

"He was being himself." Said a voice in the backseat. Sealand turned around to see Canada.

"Oh, hi Canada." He said.

"Hello" Canada replied happy some one knew who he was for once. Though then Canada's polar bear Kumajirou asked who he was, he just sighed. Sealand looked around the car and looked at America curiously.

"Where is Australia?" He asked. Sealand was a bit surprised that Australia wasn't in the car as the three former English colonies were usually seen together.

"He had something he needed to do so he didn't come with us." America replied with a shrug.

Sealand looked back out the front window just as America turned into an unfamiliar drive-way.

"Where are we going?" Sealand asked, surprised to see a mansion standing in the middle of a pretty courtyard.

"We moved." America stopped the car in front of the mansion. They all got out and walked inside. Austria was sitting at a new grand piano, playing Mozart.

Switzerland, followed by Liechtenstein, walked into a big room called the common room. Italy was eating pasta with Germany and Japan- which was usual. A horrible smell was coming from the kitchen. England ran out of the kitchen, covered in soot with his hair on fire.

"England, you almost went a week without making scones. I believe that's a new personal record." Norway told him.

Hungary walked up behind England, and smacked the top of his head with her infamous pan.

"Fire's out." She said as England fell to the floor. She stepped over him and walked over to Austria.

...

England blinked. Had he been dreaming? He sat up and looked around. There was a lot of smoke and America was sitting by him, holding a glass of cold water.

"Oh good. Your awake." America handed him the glass of water and stood up.

"What happened?" he asked rubbing the top of his head, which was throbbing.

" Well, to make it short, you tried to make petrified couch stuffing and failed."

"You mean scones?"

"Yeah- that's what I meant."'

England stood up, threw the water onto America and walked away. All of a sudden, France came out of nowhere and stood in front of him.

"Where are you going?" he asked, a look of silliness on his face.

"I was going to bed."

"Why?"

"France, I am not in the mood for your pervert games. Get out of my way." England punched France in the stomach and hurried away. France doubled over, clutching his stomach. Hungary was standing there, watching the entire scene. She silently crept over to France and smacked him over the head with her frying pan. America sighed and walked into the kitchen to get a glass of cold water for France.