North America Gang

BEGONE GHOST!

The trio were finally back home, and back on the couch playing minecraft.

"How's the voices, Ames?" Mexico asked while constructing a base.

"Well, so far I haven't gotten any voices since we got home. I don't think it'll last though," America said.

He was right.

While talking a bathroom break, America felt his head start pounding. He stumbled to the ground, trying to retain his consciousness.

"N-no... oh god no.... what's happening to me...," America whispered shakily. America crawled into the living room...

But it wasn't quite America anymore.

His hair had turned red, with blue highlights at the ends. Mexico and Canada weren't sure what to do.

"Ame... you ok?" Canada asked. America started maniacally laughing, before grabbing Canada by the throat. Mexico was freaking out, so he did the logical thing of beating America over the head with a nearby broom, knocking America out. America's hair returned to its normal colors.

Mexico and Canada carried America to the couch and were pacing around trying to figure out what to do.

"Ok ok ok ok.... how do you get rid of ghosts?" Canada asked frantically.

"I don't know, scream?" Mexico suggested.

"Should we tell UN?" Canada asked.

"Hell no! You want America to be locked in a mental facility for the rest of his life?" Mexico exclaimed.

"Well we've gotta tell someone!" Canada exclaimed. "Do you know anyone who might know what to do?".

"Umm..... we could have Vatican perform an exorcism?" Mexico suggested.

"That's demons! This is a ghost!" Canada exclaimed.

"Isn't that the same thing?! They're both possessions!" Mexico exclaimed.

"Why would I know?!" Canada exclaimed.

"Ughh... you know what? I'm looking it up on google," Mexico said, pulling out his phone. "Alright... it says here to 'cleanse the house'. We have to burn sage.... we have sage, right?"

"Does weed work?" Canada asked.

"You... have weed?" Mexico asked.

"No, but I could," Canada said. Mexico thought for a few seconds.

"Um, I don't think making confederate high will fix anything," Mexico said. Canada shrugged.

"Alright, imma go look for sage then," Canada said, walking over to the kitchen.

"Ok... we also have to... salt the entryways? To send a message?" Mexico said.

"Seems legit," Canada exclaimed from the kitchen.

"And it says we need holy water... how do you make holy water?" Mexico asked.

"Boil the hell out of it?" Canada said, coming back from the kitchen with salt, sage and a lighter. Mexico shrugged.

"I mean, I guess I can ask Vatican for some holy water. He wouldn't mind, right?" Mexico said. Canada nodded.

"Alright, and I'll salt the entryways and smoke some sage while I wait for you," Canada said.

"You... you don't smoke the sage. You just burn it," Mexico said.

"No yeah, I got it," Canada said. Mexico stared blankly at Canada, who was wearing a calm expression.