(Warning: if you didn't already think this story was weird... well first of all how? And second of all, it's about to get ωḙ!Իᖱ)
The quintet were drinking margaritas (except for Canada, whom they gave a juice box) and were hanging out. Even Puerto Rico had a margarita, except he couldn't drink it because he was a frog. At that point America just stole his, emptied the glass, put some water in it and let Puerto Rico just chill out in a margarita glass.
"Food is interesting," Pablo said, having just tried a taco for the first time and drinking a margarita while sitting in the pool.
"You eat food, don't you?" America asked.
"I eat crickets," Pablo said.
"Yum," Mexico said.
"Ew," America said.
"What? You've never had crickets before?" Mexico asked.
"No.... should I?" America asked.
"Yeah! They're good! A lot of people like crickets," Mexico said.
"Well I'm not one to be peer pressured," America said.
"I'll cry if you don't," Mexico said.
"I don't believe that for a second but the possibility is breaking my heart so maybe I will try them," America said.
"Ribbit," Puerto Rico said.
"Aw, you're hungry? I guess you have no choice, my friend," Mexico said.
"Ribbit," Puerto Rico said.
"You can't eat people food, it's not good for your frog body," Canada said.
"I suppose you can give him some crushed up lettuce. It's like baby food to me, but it'd probably be more comfortable than live bugs," Pablo said. America nodded and got Puerto Rico some lettuce. While America got back in the pool he noticed something.
"Yo mex, where'd you get this scar?" America asked, pointing at the scar running up the right side of his torso.
"Oh... uhhhhhhhhhhh..... so remember how you stabbed me?" Mexico asked. America looked at the scar on his shoulder.
"Yeah, that was on your shoulder. And it was confederate," America said.
"Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh...... but do you remember the first time you stabbed me? Y'know... war and stuff...?" Mexico asked.
"Ohhhhhhhhh....... well this is awkward," America said.
"Yeaaahhh," Mexico said. they sat in silence for a bit.
"Maybe we are in some kind of story... but like, we've already reached happily ever after," America said.
"What do you mean?" Canada asked.
"Just think about it! We went our whole lives experiencing wars, moral dilemmas, betrayal, betraying, sadness, suffering, the whole nine yards, and now we're here, generally happy, with families and a place to live just chilling out in our pool contemplating mortality- or immortality I guess.... don't you think if we were in a story it would've started when we were kids, and ended when we moved in together?" America asked.
"Good point, I mean, who would possibly want to read about us just sitting around in our pool?" Canada asked.
"Yeah! Especially if our past was so much more interesting!" Mexico exclaimed.
"But also really depressing... some people don't like sad stories," America said.
"True, but who would read a story about three dumba**es getting into trouble every other day?" Mexico asked. America shrugged.
