The Royal Family: An Early Thanksgiving

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"America, feet off the table, now." Britain told his son, America, as he was taking another sip from his tea. "Show some manners like your brothers, will you? You're the oldest child here, and yet you're being such a bad influence to them."

"Dad, I'm motherfucking seventeen-"

"Language, America."

"Swear jar, now." France, being the mother, told her children to put a dollar in the swear jar everytime they say a swear word.

America placed his feet down before one of the maids came in with a silver tray. On top of the silver tray was a clear glass jar labeled 'Swear Jar'. Yep, there were plenty of dollars in there, as the children kept on swearing.

America groaned and put a dollar in the swear jar. The maid left with the tray and the jar after.

Canada, sixteen, Australia, fourteen, and New Zealand, eleven, all laughed at America. Well, America and his siblings get along well, but this time, America just glared at them, his face clearly saying 'not funny, guys'.

"Look, America, I know you don't want to follow these royal rules and etiquettes but it's tradition, dear." France explained to America, one hand carefully placed on his shoulder. America sighed. "I know, maman." He replied.

"Don't worry, son, since it's Thanksgiving day, I'll make sure you'll be happy once again after this Thanksgiving dinner. Alright?" Britain asked, with a smile on his face. "Of course, father. Why not? The only thing that makes me happy anyway is being with my beloved family." America replied, smiling brightly. That was true.

France silently awed at what America said with both hands on her chest, completely touched. Britain smiled. He was happy to see the family like this.

Then the door to the dining room opened. Many butlers carrying food went in, placing the food on the table. "Your Highness," said one of them, "your main dish is ready." He said as he placed the turkey on the royal table. "Thank you, may you be blessed on this very Thanksgiving day." Britain answered. The butlers left and the family started to eat.

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I ran out of ideas, so it's shorrrrrrttttttt.

Word count: 365 words

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