For the next few days, nobody heard from the North American quartet besides America. America assured everyone that North America was fine, and people were generally convinced because not that many people cared. Meanwhile, in the North America home, America had become a bit of a dictator. He forced the others into being his servants, and if they dared speak up...
"You don't want Pablo to get hurt... do you?" America asked, holding up the frog. Somehow, Pablo felt weak whenever America was around, almost as if he was sucking in energy from everything around him. Since America kept Pablo with him at all times, he was too weak to help.
"This suuuuuckssss," Canada whined.
"What happened to you Ame?!" Greenland exclaimed.
"Why am I the only one who has to dress like a French maid?" Mexico asked.
"You three complain too much," America said.
"Well can you at the very least take our complaints into consideration? I think chaining me to the kitchen was rather uncalled for," Mexico said. America sighed and unchained Mexico, but then chained him to a chair.
"This sh*ts getting too kinky for me. I will kink-shame in a heartbeat if this is what this is about," Mexico said.
"Well, you're not chained to the kitchen anymore, are you?" America asked.
"I'm not. This is still not an upgrade," Mexico said. America shrugged, and went down to the basement only he was allowed in.
"..... so, now what," Greenland said.
"The second we leave the house Pablo will be killed so.... there's not much we can do," Canada said.
"What about the readers? They can help!" Mexico exclaimed.
"Maybe....I just wonder why Ame is acting like this.... it can't be Confederate..... right?" Canada said.
"....it could be," Greenland said.
Meanwhile, America, food in hand, went down into the basement.
"Hello, America," he said. The real America looked up at him in anger.
"What do you want?" the real America spat.
"I'm just here to bring you your food," America said, placing the food in front of the real America. The real America just backed away.
"You poisoned it. Just like the other ones," the real America said.
"You keep believing that. There's only so long you can survive without food," America said, walking away.
"I hate you," The real America said.
"I assumed so," America replied, leaving the basement. He was met with the others sitting around in misery.
"Back to work," America demanded. Greenland and Canada sighed and had to clean, while Mexico was still chained to a chair.
"How long do I have to stay here?" Mexico asked.
"As long as I want," America said.
"Buuuuuuuuuuuuuut," Mexico exclaimed.
"But what, you don't like being vulnerable?" America teased.
"OK BUD YOU'VE TURNED INTO A REAL CREEP AND I DON'T LIKE IT!" Mexico exclaimed. America just shrugged and went to his room.
That night, Mexico was still stuck on the chair when America walked downstairs.
"Don't you f*cking lay a finger on me my mom is a ghost and she will haunt your a**," Mexico exclaimed. America laughed.
"Oh really? I'd like to see her try...," America said, getting uncomfortably close to Mexico.
"LEAVE HIM ALONE YOU IDENTITY STEALING CREEP!!!" The real America screamed, using the chains on his wrist as a weapon. The two started fighting, alerting Greenland and Canada who rushed downstairs. Greenland was holding a gun.
"Which one do I shoot?!" Greenland exclaimed.
"Him! Not me!" 'America' exclaimed.
"No!! I'm the real one!" America exclaimed. Mexico, now unchained by Canada, walked up to the two.
"Which one of you is my real boyfriend?!" Mexico exclaimed.
"It's me amorcito! I promise!" 'America' exclaimed. Mexico ran up to the impostor, immediately kicking him in that one area.
"Shoot this one!" Mexico exclaimed, Greenland obliging. "I knew it! Ame has never called me amorcito," Mexico said.
"Yeah, I don't have nearly enough of a sexy Spanish accent to pull that off," America said.
"Cool, so.... what do we do with the- f*ck what did it turn into!!?" Mexico exclaimed. The impostor turned into a glitching, luminescent white silhouette.
"เɭɭ ๓คкє ฯ๏ย Ꭾคฯ Ŧ๏г Շђเร!" He exclaimed, before teleporting away.
"....Pablo you're ok!!!" Canada exclaimed, picking up his frog.
"What a great day! Let's celebrate our victory!" America exclaimed.
"Taco time b*tches!!!" Mexico exclaimed.
