America's POV🇺🇸 8am (The picture is what he current looks like. I also gave y'all a zoom on his eyes so ya could see what they currently look like. FYI America's eyes matched the colors of his flag and there were more 'shines', as I say.)
I sighed as the car came to a stop and we all got out. UK🇬🇧 shot me a glare and went in first, pushing my little sister, Kiwi (New Zealand🇳🇿), in the process. Acting fast, I dropped my stuff on the grass and caught her. Silently I gave UK a death stare. Sighing, I lifted up Kiwi onto her feet and grabbed my things, glad I left my phone in my pocket.
"Who wants to share a room?" Pops, AKA France🇫🇷, asked. Kiwi immediately put her hand in the air, Aussie (Australia🇦🇺) following close behind. France chuckled and told them to follow him. "Nice reaction, Ame." Canada🇨🇦 said behind me. "Was I supposed to let her fall when I was right by her?" I questioned. "Right by her? Ame, bro, you were the farthest from her!" Canada laughed. "Wait what!?" I turned to Canada in surprise. "Ame, you're the fastest one here! Like, seriously, did you not know that?" Canada said, a smile on his face. "I thought you were the fastest..." I chuckled nervously.
Turning around, I start to hurry inside, not wanting to leave anyone alone with that thing we call dad, or UK. I seem to be his favorite to beat. I mean, if it takes him off my family long enough for them to call the cops, then I'll take more of a beating. They don't think I should be, especially since I'm the shortest, and weakest, of us all. I still want to be the one taking the beatings. I love my family, other than UK, more than myself. For the greater good, right? I'm hurt more, but most of my family is okay. Though, that thing does have a few scars here and there from Canada and Aussie trying to get him off me.
When I got into my room, I put my things on my bed and immediately took out a piece of fabric with my flag on it. Going just outside the door, flag and tape(Nani?) in hand. I put my flag on the door and taped it there. After that, I took my things off my bed and made it, then went outside to get my boxes and unpack.
Timeskip 3-4 hours.
After I had most things unpacked, France called us downstairs. UK had left half an hour ago, so we weren't afraid to come downstairs. Running down the stairs, nearly tripping FYI, I stopped next to Pops, seeing the door open and someone standing at it. Quickly, I turned around and put my sunglasses on before turning back around. "Why is everyone taller than me?!" I groaned in annoyance as the mysterious country chuckled. 'Hey, us states are shorter so shush dad!' Texas said in my mind. 'You know I meant countries!' I replied in my mind.
"Having an argument with one of your states again Ame?" Canada laughed behind me. "AHH!" I yelled, jumping a bit. "HOLY COW! DANG IT BEAVER HAT!!!!" I growled turning to Canada. "Hey! You know very well I hate it when you call me Beaver Hat!" Canada replied. "You always wear that Beaver Hat, so shut it!" I said as I put my hands on my hips. "How about I call you Rubber Gloves then? Your always wearing yours!" Canada snapped. I gasped dramatically. "PRANK WAR!!!!!!!!" I yell suddenly, running outside, dragging the random country and France with me as Kiwi and Aussie threw water balloons at Canada. I let go of the country and helped him up, since he tripped when I stopped at the sidewalk. I let go of Pops and giggled at the now soaked Canada as Kiwi and Aussie came running over to me.
"Good job you two!" I laughed as I gave them high fives. I looked up and saw an angry Canadian running towards me. "Oh flapjack." I said. (Flapjack was the 666th word) Quickly turning, I ran down the sidewalk, away from the angry soaked Canada. I came to a skidding stop at a tall horizontally striped white to blue to red country🇷🇺. "Sorry!" I said quickly, giving my brother and glance, giggling a bit as I saw him trip. "Gotta go! Angry brother chasing me!" I laughed as Canada came running over. "C'MON BEAVER HAT! YOU'RE FASTER THAN THAT!!" I yelled as I slowly started to run.
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