I told RiverHisakawa that I wouldn't do this until after I completed all the suggestions.
I lied.
Canada liked to tease America when they practiced, calling his spells 'Disney Magic'.
America, who would just be completing a fireball, would grin, and shoot back that 'at least he wasn't Elsa from Frozen'.
A battle breaks out soon after.
Needless to say, America has learned to keep as little in the basement as necessary.
Despite the nickname, America was a powerful sorcerer. Not in the sense of grand spells or certain doom, but in an almost ironic twist, healing.
The country responsible for dropping two atomic bombs is one of the most skilled healers in the world.
He knows the basic combat spells, like knocking out or shielding, and some more advanced maneuvers, like the fireball, but his primary skill is healing.
It can be a work of a miracle to a small pick-me-up. Canada was personally witnessed him save a man when no doctor could figure it out. When Canada asked how, the tired and exhausted American responded,
"Leg-somethin', rem'mber?"
Canada has also seen his magic at work in the smallest ways. America sometimes volunteers at the local daycare, where he's soothed a crying children and healed scrapes. In that sense, he really does have Disney magic, where he can pick a child out from sadness and make them smile the rest of the day.
Peculiar, that America doesn't specialize in combat magic.
Peculiar, that anytime he uses magic, a bunny seems to appear.
Peculiar, how if you ask America how he became a sorcerer, he becomes guarded and has to leave.
Peculiar, how if you'd follow him, you'd hear sniffles from the bathroom with repeated apologies.
Peculiar, indeed.
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The Secrets of America
FanfictionHe should have cleaned that wound better. Now he has to share all his secrets. Get ready world, you're about to see the real America.