The Secrets of America

Does Mother Know You Wearth Her Drapes?!

"Hello, Arthur!" Canada called out to the older man at the airport. Canada walked over to England, and picked up his bags for him.
As they started to walk back to the car, Canada asked, "Do you know where Francis is?"

"Last time I checked," Arthur said, "he was passed out in the baggage claim," seeing Canada's puzzled look, he continued, "Some heartthrob of his turned him down. He's not taking it all too well."

"Oh, dear," Canada said in a concerned tone, "shouldn't we go pick him up?"

"Eh, don't bother," England said back, waving him off. "The frog knows your land inside and out. He can find a hotel or something from here."

Canada frowned. "Well, I guess... I mean if he's drunk, we can't very well take him to the play."

"Play? Lad, it's your birthday, if anything I should be taking you to a-"

"Arthur, it's fine. It's just a little treat for everyone," he said with a smile.

On the drive, Arthur asked, "What play will we be seeing?"

Internally, he was thinking about how if he had to see another performance about that idiot that got shot.

"Alfred drag you to that to?" Canada said in good humor.

"Wha- how did you- I didn't say-" England sputtered out.

Canada laughed. "America didn't get all the fun tricks, you know," he said with a wink.

Arthur would've questioned him, but they arrived.

The sign displayed Romeo & Juliet, which Arthur could appreciate. They settled into their chairs, and the program began.

Soon, though, he heard Canada curse under his breath. "Damnit!"

"Matthew, what's wr-"

"He said he wouldn't do it this year!" He hissed under his breath.

Following Canada's gaze, he saw the problem.

A cowlick.

A golden cowlick, to be precise. One that was attached to none other than Alfred 'Arthur Was Going To Kill Him' Jones.

He had been able to forget about America, and all the things that America now brought with him.

Seeing him face to face- or, rather, spectator to actor- was too much.

Arthur slumped forward in his chair, completely knocked out.

So, yes...

...England fainted.

And the punchline returns!

Also, a chapter after a little mini chapter. Man, that's like... doing something with the story. What an odd feeling. Honestly, I thought this would be collecting dust by now. Somehow, you guys have convinced me to keep it alive.