(Warning: this chapter will be confusing)
The trio were hanging out with their young selves, trying to come up with some sort of nickname system.
"Ok, Young America is just Thirteen, so that's easy.... uhhh Young Mexico, let's call you Mexi, and young Canada, we'll call you Maple. Sound good?" Mexico asked. The kids nodded.
"Shouldn't we send them back soon? I'd feel bad keeping them here forever, especially since it might change the course of history or whatever," America said.
"Hmmmm... you're right. Let's try and push this button.... AH SH*T!" Mexico exclaimed, creating a flash of light with a push of a button. Suddenly, their living room was full of themselves, but from different eras. Everyone looked around in panicked confusion.
"Whoa! Guys uhh... ok, we're you from the future! Stay calm! Everything will be ok!" America exclaimed.
"The future?!" Revolutionary America exclaimed.
"Yeah uh... sit down, this explanation may take a while...," America said.
A while later, the trios were somewhat comfortable knowing that they were, in fact, in the future. They studied the world around them and were fascinated by the technologies and stuffs of the future.
"Have you seen young adult us anywhere?" America asked.
"Young Adult Canada is right here... lemme try and find young adult Mexico and America," Canada looked around the house, and then outside where he heard a bit of a conversation.
"I've missed you Mexico... every night I'd think of you," Rev. America said.
"I've missed you too...," Y.A. Mexico said. Canada found the two, about to kiss.
"WHOA SORRY BAD TIME UHHH CARRY ON!!!," Canada exclaimed.
"Can you leave?!" Rev. America exclaimed, embarrassed.
"YEP SORRY," Canada exclaimed.
Meanwhile, the other America's and Mexico's were having a less good time. Namely Mexican/American war era Mexico and America.
"Um.... hey Mex-,"
"Don't even try," M/A Mexico spat.
"Please... I... I'm really sorry-,"
"Just shut up," M/A Mexico exclaimed.
"But-,"
"I SAID SHUT UP!" M/A Mexico exclaimed. the Mexico's and America's of the past argued as the Mexico and America of the present watched awkwardly, but it was all cut off by cries. The adults all looked over at the young Thirteen and Mexico, who were crying.
"Why are we fighting?" Mexi cried.
"I-I thought we'd be friends forever...," Thirteen cried. Everyone stared in awkward silence at the children.
"Aw c'mon! You guys made the children cry! How could you?!" America exclaimed.
"This is all your fault!" One America exclaimed.
"No, it's your fault!" A Mexico shot back. America noticed that even Mexico had started to cry.
"OK! THAT'S IT!" America exclaimed, crossing his fingers and pressing a button on the machine. With a flash of light, the different era thems were gone.
"Sh*t...," America said, relieved he pressed the right button but sad it had to end like that. Mexico was still crying.
"I HATE HISTORY!" Mexico cried. America hugged him.
"Me too," America said.
The next day, UN showed up at their house.
"Unie! How's it goin'?" America exclaimed.
"Good! I just wanted to hang out with you three, I hope that's ok," UN said.
"Sure thing!" America exclaimed. They sat on the couch and talked, mostly about Internet stuffs and the news. Suddenly, UN asked an innocuous question.
"So, you've been to other dimensions, right?" UN asked.
"Yep!" America exclaimed.
"How?" UN asked.
"This machine!" Canada said, taking the machine off a nearby shelf.
"Interesting... what does it do?" UN asked.
"All sorts of things, from dimension hopping, to time travel, to literally anything you could imagine. We don't even know what it's fully capable of," America said.
"Hm..." UN said. That night, they got drunk, and had a blast, and the next day the trio woke up outside of their house at a bus stop.
"Huh..... we must've had a fun night," Mexico said.
"I'm not allowed to drink.... why am I hungover?" Canada asked.
"Uh oh," America said.
"Hey.... is that the museum?" Canada asked.
"Oh yeah.... hey, have we ever been in there?" America asked.
"No!! History is sucky remember?!" Mexico exclaimed.
"Aw c'mon, it might be interesting!" America exclaimed.
"Ok... you've convinced me," Mexico said. The trio went into the museum and started looking around.
"Oh, that's were my old uniform went," America said, looking up at his civil war uniform. Suddenly, Mexico gasped.
"NO WAY!" Mexico cried, grabbing a pendant off of a display.
"The pendant I gave to you before I left you forever?!? It's been here the whole time?!?!" America exclaimed. Mexico started crying.
"I CANT TELL IF I'M HAPPY OR SAD BUT I'M STEALING THIS BACK!!!" Mexico exclaimed.
"AW HECK YEAH.... CRAP NOW I'M CRYING!" America exclaimed.
"I'VE BEEN CRYING THIS WHOLE TIME! LETS GET OUT OF HERE, HISTORY SUCKS!!!" Canada exclaimed. The trio ran away from the museum and walked back home.
"I can't believe I finally have the pendant back... god this brings back a looooot of memories," Mexico said.
"Yeah.... we can cry about it later... do you three remember where UN went?" America asked.
"No.... not particularly...," Canada said. The trio went home and tried calling UN, but he wouldn't answer.
"Huh... I wonder what happened to him?" America said.
"Uh guys, maybe this is a bad time but uhhhh the machine is gone," Mexico said.
"F*CK!!!"
"Let me go!" UN exclaimed.
"Mmmmmmm no," Peter said. Suddenly, Maxwell teleported in.
"เ ງ๏Շ Շђє ๓คςђเภє!" Maxwell exclaimed.
"Perfect! Now for step two of the plan......," Peter said, laughing.
"A̶F̶T̶E̶R̶ T̶H̶I̶S̶ C̶A̶N̶ W̶E̶ G̶O̶ T̶O̶ C̶H̶I̶L̶I̶S̶?" Ron asked.
"This isn't the time for-,"
[pleeeeeeaaaaaassseeee]
{PLEEEEEEAAAAAASSSSSEEEEE}
"OK OK FINE WE CAN GO TO CHILI'S," Peter exclaimed.
[YAY!]
