The trio were hanging out outside, because outside is nice sometimes. America was gardening, Mexico was living, and Canada was getting sunburnt.
"Hey, am I crazy? Or is that a spaceship," Canada said, looking up into the sky. America smiled.
"I think I know what this means," America said. The spaceship landed, and Ali ran out and into America's arms. "ALI! It's been forever! How are you?" America exclaimed.
"I'm good! Oh! I brought some family!" Ali exclaimed. A small, nice looking alien who looked a lot like Ali walked out of the spaceship, followed by a tall, powerful looking woman Alien.
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"Ame, this is my mom and dad," Ali said. Ali's dad waved happily at America, and Ali's mom looked down at America with an indiscernible expression.
"Nice to meet both of you!" America exclaimed. Just then, Soviet walked out with some ghost vodka.
"Hey, your mirror communist is outside of his mirror! That's awesome!" Ali exclaimed. America smiled.
"Yes, it is awesome... gosh, so much has happened since you last visited... I don't even know where to start...," America said.
"I know... I even became a model in that time," Ali said.
"Whoa! Really?" America exclaimed. Ali nodded.
"Yep! For my moms new clothing line," Ali said.
"Oh yeah! You run a fashion industry right?" America asked. Ali's mom nodded.
"Yes, I've been supplying our kind with comfortable and fashionable clothing ever since Ali brought the idea of clothing to us," Ali's mom said. They began talking with each other about fashion and empires and fashion empires. Canada noticed that Ali's father was just sitting there silently without really interjecting anything into the conversation.
"What about you? Do you help out with the fashion?" Canada asked. Ali's father looked surprised, as if this was the fist time someone asked.
"Yes actually, I help design a lot of the outfits... but it's mostly her who does all the work, I just pitch in when I'm needed...," Ali's father said, glancing at Ali's mother as if asking for permission to speak. Ali's mom shrugged, and Ali's father began happily talking about fashion design.
A little while later, the trio were sitting on the couch with Ali playing Mario cart. The adults were in the kitchen doing whatever it is adults do.
"So, Al, what are our plans for the rest of the day?" Mexico asked. Ali sighed.
"Well... there's a reason why my parents are here," Ali said.
"Really? What's the reason?" America asked.
"Apparently there's this old piece of technology my grandmother designed... it was insanely powerful, but one day it disappeared. We looked everywhere for it... we think it might be here in the void," Ali said.
