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Act I, Chapter Sixteen

Tiah, stop reading this I stg IT IS NOT WORTH YOUR TIME

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"I'm tellin' you, Salsa - a taco is basically a hotdog."

"I'm sorry, that's- what's the english word again? Oh yeah! FUCKING BULLSHIT!!!"

"C'mon man," America chuckled. "You're just mad I'm right."

"Right my Spanish ass!" Mexico hissed, thumping his fists on the American's back - hard enough to hurt, but light enough not to bruise. "What you're suggesting is blasphemy! BLASPHEMY, AMERICA!"

America rolled his eyes and winced at the smaller country's violence.

"I swear to god you quesadilla, I. Will. Drop. You."

Mexico stiffened, tensing up against America's back. "No vas." (Spanish: You wouldn't.)

"Bitch, you know I would."

To prove his point, he let go of Mexico's legs and arched his back. The small Spanish country yelped in surprise and wrapped his legs around America's torso, trying desperately not to fall. He also tightened his forearms' grip on America's neck and almost choked the smug nation in the process.

"Stop it you dumbasses!" Greenland growled at them. "Jesus christ, we just can't take you two anywhere."

Antarctica giggled and nodded, poking his tongue out at them as he snuggled into Greenland's back. He, unlike Mexico, was happy with his piggy-back partner.

"He started it!" Mexico retorted as America frantically slumped back over and supported the firey North American to avoid being strangled to death in the middle of the street.

"Yeah? Well I'm finishing it," Greenland grumbled, adjusting Antarctica when he started slipping slightly.

The four countries were out for the day to hit the town, all agreeing they deserved a day off from all the hard work they had put into studying for finals. It had taken a while, but they finally all found not only a day when they were all free, but also a resturant they all wanted to try. Mexico had started whining pretty much 5 seconds in about his feet hurting. Just to shut him up, America bent down and offered him a piggy-back ride. Mexico obliged, surprisingly, and hopped onto America's back with little protest - happy to get some relief for his poor legs. Soon after, Greenland swept Antarctica off his feet as well because he was worried about him straining himself.

But they all knew it was just because Greenland really wanted a cuddle buddy.

"So," America began as he recovered from basically dying. "Where's this place again, Ani?"

Antarctica looked up at the bright blue sky and furrowed his brows, trying to think. His face brightened when he remembered what he needed and he raised an arm to point the direction. He had been the only one of them who had actually seen the place, talking it up a lot to his friends even though he had never actually eaten any of their food.

"Alrighty then!" America grinned, walking with more determination. "Thanks for arranging this by the way, Tica. I missed hangin' with you losers."

Mexico whacked his head gently, causing America to snicker and adjust his glasses when he felt them slide down.

"Yeah, Snowflake - you're really too good for us."

Antarctica blushed and shook his head, burying his face in Greenland's shoulder from embarrassment.

Greenland smiled and gave Antarctica the best eskimo kiss he could manage while the other was koala-ing his back. They were able to at least rub their noses together and kinda graze their foreheads.