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1: Canada can't drive

America woke up, smacking his alarm clock with his wing, and shutting it off. He stood up, and stretched his wings a bit. He had to go to a meeting at... when? He kinda forgot. He had a note on it, though. America looks at his desk, spotting the sticky note. "7:30..." He whispered to himself. He looked back at his alarm clock to check the time. 6:00. He changed out of his pajamas, and instead put on jeans, a white t-shirt, and a black hoodie. He went in the bathroom, fixing his messy hair. He kinda wished that he could bend the feathers on his wings, like in those cartoons with birds. Also none of the countries he knew had wings for arms. If they had wings at all, they were on their back. Kinda annoyed him, but at least he could fall from a big height and be... less hurt? Yeah, his wings pretty much did nothing but look cool and be annoying. There were plenty of things that he just couldn't do, although it didn't bother him that much, other than the fact that he can't turn doorknobs or grab things very well. America ate some cereal, deciding not to try and cook. He checks the time again. 7:00 already. He decides to just walk, it wasn't that long of a walk either. About 10 minutes. He got there early, which was probably gonna be a once in a lifetime experience. Canada blinked at him a couple times, making sure he wasn't delusional. "Is this the only time you're ever gonna be here on time?" Canada jokes. "Probably. I don't really care. These meetings are dumb, anyway." America replies. America actually liked the meetings, but he said that because they were held at the most inconvenient times. "Oh come on! At least you don't have to fly here because you live next to this place! And plus, you get to see everyone." Canada tells him. "I would rather fly across the world than be here." America says, stretching his wings fully and accidentally being really majestic. "Wow, that's some really pretty being rude." Canada snickers. "I don't know how you found that funny, but I guess you did." America shrugs. He puts his wings in a resting position, like how a bird does it. Canada's beaver tail hits the ground, getting scared by a bee, and actually freaking America out. "Woah! Jeez, Canada, it's just a bee." America teases. "Bee's are scary!" Canada says. "No they aren't!" America says with a chuckle. Canada glances at the bee that is casually leaving. America pats Canada with his wing. Canada looks around, spotting France and UK sitting next to eachother in their chairs. "Wanna pester Mom and Dad?" Canada asks. "Hmm, why not?" America says, running over to their parents. Canada follows him. You wouldn't be able to tell that UK's national animal was a lion if he didn't have the ears and tail. "Hello you two." UK says. "Hey old man!" America says. "Oh God, not this again." UK mumbles. France looks up at them, her small wings on her back and tail feathers glisten. "I personally find it hilarious that France is a girl, and her national animal is literally male." Canada says with a chuckle. "Did you actually need anything or did you just wanna pester us?" UK sighs. France gives Canada the most plain face. "Uh, not really? Not unless you want a big feathery hug." America replies. "And get feathers in my mouth like last time? Yeah, no thanks." UK replies. "Awwwww, why not?" America says sarcatically. "Do you want a hug, Mom?" Amearica asks. "Please no-" France says, before being hugged aggressively. "Heh!" America chuckles before letting go and tripping on a rock or something and falling over. "Oof!" America says, hitting the ground. "Pfft-" France holds in a laugh. America lays there on his back, not able to stand up because he doesn't have hands. Canada helps him up with a chuckle. "Thank you." America says, flapping his wings. "Why is France here?" America asks. "I was nearby, and I thought I'd come says hi." France explains. "What on Earth is everyone doing in this particular spot?" Germany asks, his wings down at his sides. America feels kinda in charge for a split second, his wings easily towering over everyone else's, if they had wings, that is. "I don't know." Canada says. "I guess they were so attracted by my beautiful looks." America cuts in. "No, you are pretty ugly, actually." Russia says, having been watching them. "You're just jealous." America says, chuckling into his wing. Canada looks at him. "America, for once, please, shut up." Canada asks in the nicest way possible. "No-" America starts, before getting interrupted. "Everyone come in and sit in your seat we are gonna start!" UN shouts. France leaves. America goes sit in his seat next to Canada, near the front. America pays just enough attention to answer simple questions. "America, are you even paying attention?" UN asks. "Yes I am, you were talking about nuclear weapons." America responds. "Okay..." UN says, keeping an eye on him. America adjusts his sunglasses, paying more attention realizing UN is starting to catch on. The rest of the meeting everything goes fine, nothing too horrible happening, other than Germany throwing a fit because, like always, nobody ever talks about him. When the meeting was over, America decided to actually talk with someone for a change. "Hey Canada!" America says. "Hi, need something?" Canada asks. "Nope! Just wanted to talk to someone!" America says cheerfully. "Huh, that's new, but okay." Canada shrugs. "Do you wanna do something together or-" Canada starts, before getting absolutely tackled by someone, America too, except he falls face first into the floor. "Whoopsie!" New Zealand says, laughing. "Not funny!" America replies, nose bleeding. "Well, I guess we should take a stop at your house." Canada says. "Hey Canada! I brought a snake!" Australia says, sitting on his own, very powerful tail. "AHHHHHHHH!" Canada yells, getting chased by Australia, weilding a snake. "Someone help me up please!" America yells as New Zealand gets off of him. New Zealand tries to help America, but isn't big enough, or strong enough, to lift him of the ground. Australia comes over, grabbing America easily and placing him upright on the ground. "Oh, and by the way, bald eagles eat snakes." America says, chasing Australia playfully. "AME!" Australia shouts, deciding to jump away instead, like a kangaroo. America flaps his wings, picking up the pace, trying to get at least a glide to a stop, which fails and he just falls back on his face again. "GUYS! STOP!" Canada shouts, making everyone stop. "WE ARE STOPPING AT AMERICA'S HOUSE AND THEN WE CAN GOOF OFF!" Canada shouts, helping America up off the ground. "Thank you." America says, covering his nose. Canada, America, New Zealand, and Australia all walk to America's house to clean the blood and stop the bleeding from his nose. America walks in his house, using the hand print recognition, which is actually wing print recognition but who cares. "Don't mind how my house is a mess. I wasn't expecting any visitors." America says. With Canada's help America manages to clean the blood and stop the bleeding. "Honestly, I wouldn't touch it. I speak from experience, it will hurt." Canada tells him as they walk into the living room. "Okay." America replies, sitting on his couch, pressing an ice pack on his nose, although he has trouble holding it and it really is just wedged between his wing and his nose. "Do you wanna go now or wait until that doesn't hurt as much?" Canada asks him, as he was gonna drive because the hotel they're staying in was a 3 minute walk away and he rented a car. "Uh, wait 4 or 5 minutes." America says, watching New Zealand and Australia be big goofs. He started thinking, well, technically, we all are already thinking, but you know. Hmm, y'know, I never actually tried to see if there were any other things I could do, like Australia's strength or Canada's strangely rock solid teeth. What were eagles good at? He knew he was strong, which was actually from bison, the other national animal, but what can an eagle do? His wings were larger than Germany's, but that's because of the size of his country, not the bird. Oh! Are they quiet when hunting? Maybe, he wasn't sure. Oh, wait... Good eyesight! That was it! They can see very well! Cool. How had he not noticed that? Oh, probably because it's hard to compare it with a normal person's because you can't see out their eyes. "Ame? You ready?" Canada asks. "Yeah." America replies, putting the ice down and getting up. "Finally!" Australia says, over exaggerating. "Oh be quiet!" America yells. "No!" Australia replies. America noticed that New Zealand was being awfully quiet. "New Zealand, you okay bud? You're being really quiet." America asks. "Hm? Oh, I'm fine Ame, thanks for asking though." New Zealand says, not really getting asked that question alot. "Okay, let's go!" Canada says cheerfully. They all leave, Ame locking the door with "Hand print recognition." America and them walk in silence together, making it to Canada's rental car fairly quickly. Canada Opens the door, buckles Ame in, and closes the door for America, which, all in all, is pretty embarrassing. Everyone else gets in relatively easy, except Austrailia gets his shirt caught in the door the first time he shuts it. Ame has trouble not taking up all the room in the backseats with his wings. "AMERICA!" Australia yelps, getting whacked on accident. Australia's yelling scares Canada, and he swerved of the road, crashing upside down. America panics during the crash, flapping around and slamming his head in the seat in front of him before the airbag pops out. With America out cold, Australia and New Zealand still comprehending what just happened, and Canada's panic attack, the police and an ambulance quickly arrive at the scene.

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"Is Ame gonna be okay?" New Zealand asks. "Yeah, as long as he has proper care and enough rest, he should be okay." The doctor responds. Everyone in the room sighs in relief. "What about Australia?" Canada asks. "He'll be okay, although his tail might be scared." The doctor explains. Ame and Australia were each on separate beds, knocked out cold. Ame was bandaged on his head and his leg, other than a couple scratches, those were his only injuries. Australia began to wake up.

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