Posts by moomookitty88

America's snapped open. He lay there in entranced by his mind for a few moments. He had dreamt that dream countless times in the past few nights, each time a different perceptive.

America noticed the vacant spot in which England had occupied. He slowly made his way towards the door. He opened it and took two steps at a time as he ran down the stairs.

"HEYYYYY. Iggy? What's up?" America asked her as if the dream never occurred to him.

"Nothing. You know. I just woke up and all. No biggie," He told her ,"What book?"

"Is that a bad thing?" America asked her,"I am perfectly fine, just tried."

"I'm fine, Dude," America said as he left the room to grab a pop-tart. He refused to bring up the topic to England. The last time was before his annual party, but that never goes over well with her.

"Gawd, England. You're not my mother, Dude. I don't need consoling. I am my own independent nation, remember?" He asked her as he came back into the room, scarfing down the toaster pastry. He pause for a moment recalling his statement.

"Dude, Just chill out. I am perfectly fine. I have been for the most part over the course of 200 or so years. Calm down," he told her and placed a hand on her shoulder. "I am the Hero after all."

"Naw. The hero isn't held back by limits. The mighty USA can handle anything!" He told her with a smile.

"Yeah, You do that," He told her and walked away. He thought about what England had said. America had reached a point in which he felt like breaking before, but he always had managed to preserver.

American plowed through the door frame and said,"I can't sit around here all day, Iggy! Lets go out."

Anywhere. As long as it isn't this morning place," he told her.

"Dude, That would be wonderful," America laughed and smiled at her.

"Fun. Dude, you can't just sit around all day. You have to play, too," Her told her and pulled her out of the chair.

"What about soccer?" America asked her with a smile,"You seemed into it during the world cup. You got extremely mad when you lost."

"See. If that is going on ,dude, you are playing for sure,"he told her and dragged the nation out the door.

"Since the park is down the street, we can just like walk," He told her. America walked quickly with England in tow.

"Here we are!" He announced, proud with his navigation skills. He noticed the soccer match taking place and he smiled deviously at Britain. "Ready to play?"

"I bet that you are ready, Dude," America said and dragged her up to the game.

"Hey Guys! We are going to jump in next round,"America called to the players. He frequently played games here with these guys and girls, for they knew him by name. Mummers of Alfred swept through the players as they fought to have hold of the ball. A new game was soon to start.

"We forgot cleats," he commented to England.

"Oh, Please. Stop lying to yourself, dude," America teased. A rouge whistle blew, signaling the end of the game. "I am on White, You're on black." He told her and ran out onto the field.