World's love (AmericaxWorld one-shots) (COMPLETED)

The Americas Family- Stormy Weather Don't Bother Us

Suggested to me by European_Idiot  I'm now calling this the Americas Family (North and South America and a few other countries)
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Lightning flashed outside of the walls of the conference building followed by rolls of thunder. Rain poured down on the building as the nations of the world huddled together in the meeting room watching the rain fall. The meeting had been taking place in London, England when it suddenly started raining. Now this normally wasn't a problem since everyone knew to always bring an umbrella when going to a meeting in England because of the rain.

However, the rain was worse than usual so they were all trapped in the conference hall until the rain passed. The meeting had ended around the time it started raining so they'd been stuck in there for an hour. America didn't really mind the rain much and decided on spending his time with his brothers (Canada and Mexico) and his cousins. "So how've you guys been?" The American asked his family with a smile. "I've been good , Hermano." Mexico replied switching his view from the window to his older brother offering him a smile.

"I've been okay too, América." Brazil nodded at his cousin while his brothers and sisters gave a similar answer to the American. "Looks like things have been going well, Al." Canada commented quietly hugging his bear close to him. "Who're you?" Kumajiro asked looking at Canada. "I'm Canada." The Canadian said looking dejected at the bear. America just smiled and patted (smacked) Canada on the back causing him to stumble forward at the abrupt and rough pat.

Kumajiro fell out of Canada's arms and ran away from the pair of brothers. "You hoser! What was that for, eh?" The Canadian snapped at the American who looked at him surprised and confused. "What was what for, Mattie? I just gave you a little pat on the back." America said confused about why his older brother looked so mad. "A 'little pat? You call that a 'little pat'?!" Canada yelled at the American pushing at him but didn't secede in moving him whatsoever.

"Okay! Okay! Geez! Cool your shit maple leaf! If it bothered you that much then I'm sorry!" America yelled back pushing the other blonde haired nation back only to push him into a wall. Canada's body made contact with the wall knocking him unconscious. "Oh shit!" America yelled then rushed over to his brother looking panicked. Mexico ran over to his two older brothers. "Norteamérica! What happened to him?" Mexico asked looking at the two blonde nations concerned.

"Nothing. I just pushed him a little to hard..." America chuckled nervously looking away from the now glaring Mexican. "We've talked about this hermano! You need to control your strength when around others. Imagine if San Mateo had been human!" Mexico scolded the American who looked a little sheepish and disappointed in himself. "I try! I really do but its hard Mex, you know that and it's not like Mattie got hurt bad or anythin'." America said  smiling nervously. Mexico's eyes soften slightly when he saw how sad America looked.

Despite what people may think America does try to control his strength, it's just too much for him sometimes. "I know Alfredo, I know. Come on let's get San Mateo a place to rest." Mexico gestured for the blonde nation to carry the Canadian Nation gently which he did. They went over to a set of couches lined up in the meeting room followed by South America who had noticed the pair carrying the unconscious Canadian.

America set Canada on one of the plush couches and sat on another one and started to converse with his family. They were all talking about the current states of their countries when another nation decided to join them. "America!" The Filipina exclaimed bouncing over to hug the slightly startled American. "Oh hey Philippines." America greeted smiling at the younger nation. "Can I join you guys?" She asked sparkles in black eyes. "Sure dudette! We're just talkin' about our countries and stuff. The weather sucks though." America explained scooting over to make room for Philippines where she happily sat.

Once again everyone at the couches began talking about various topics such their countries, each other, and just having fun. This pissed off a few other countries who felt put off by the gloomy weather. Why did they get to have fun while the rest of them suffered? It just wasn't fair! It got even worse when Australia and New Zealand joined the group. England finally decided to complain. "Why the bloody hell are you lot so cheerful? It's raining buckets out there and all you wankers can do is bloody!" England complained gesturing towards the window while glaring at them.

Columbia just smirked at the pissed off Englishmen before gesturing to her friends and family. "The rain doesn't bother us, Gran Bretaña. Actually..." Colombia paused turning to the others listening in on the conversation. "Anyone in the mood for a ducha gratis?" The Colombian suggested smirking which they all mirrored even Canada who woke up when he heard England comlpain.

"Race ya'll down!" America yelled just before making a break for the door leaving his family in a dumbstruck state before Australia and Brazil took after him. Canada and Venezuela ran after them and so did Peru and Argentina. Philippines headed for the door as well with New Zealand and Chile.

Before the rest of the world even knew what was happening the other half of it was splashing around in puddles and dancing in the rain. The older countries gawked at this like they had never seen anything like it before (they hadn't). England marched over to the window opening it causing wind and rain to blow into the previously dry room. "Get back in here, you disrespectful gits!" The ex-empire yelled at them furiously only to get the middle finger and tongues stuck out from all of them.

This seemed to enrage England more though they all honestly stopped paying attention to him.

America was laughing until he felt something wet that wasn't rain hit the back of his head. He touched the back of his head and looked at his hand only to see...mud? "Hey Alfie!" America turned around when he heard his Canadian brother's voice and saw Canada was holding a ball made of dirt and mud. "Catch!" Was all America heard before the muddy dirt ball was thrown at him and he caught it with his face. America blinked only to see his glasses were covered with mud.

America calmly took Texas off ignoring Canada's snicker wiped the mud off them and placed them in a protective case then put them in his pocket. Canada stopped snickering when he saw the look on America's face. It was his warpath face. America took off his gloves and gathered as much mud as he could making it into a ball before throwing it at the scared Canadian.

Canada was too shock to dodge and got a mud facial like the one he gave his American brother. He stumbled into Ecuador who was wrestling Brazil and all three of them fell into a big mud puddle. As they squirmed around in the mud America was laughing his ass off only to be grabbed by the wrist and pulled down into the mud. "You assholes!" America's protest went unheard as more and more of the nation's around them joined in the great mud wrestling contest.

So what if they're not perfect?

They're family.

That's all that matters.
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