December 22nd, 2016
Singapore
6:30 AM

John was stranded at home with a concussion, his parents refusing to let him leave the house.

Cooper was scraped off the sidewalk and sent inland to Malaysia. There, Thailand, Myanmar, and Cambodia would nurse him back to health (Thailand had promised Singapore that since some human had pushed New Zealand off the roof rather than a country (Ryan made sure to make up a scenario where Cooper was shoved by a random human, rather than a mortal girl who regularly interacts with countries and pretends to be the province of New South Wales), it would only take about a week to heal fully). This entire scenario was a nightmare, because not only was Cooper now injured with countries he didn't really interact with on a regular basis, but he wasn't going to be in the best shape for the Christmas party.

Ryan refused to go anywhere near Dreamz if Canadian geese were Arthur's weapon of choice.

Dreamz was quickly running out of friends to help her, but as she stared at the note left with her assortment of presents (it read: On the ninth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: nine ladies dancing, eight maids a-milking, seven swans a-swimming, six geese a-laying, five golden rings! Four calling birds, three French hens, two turtle doves, and a partridge in a pear tree!), she thought of one more that might be able to take care of the situation instantly.

December 21st, 2016
Westland, United States
5:31 PM

"Yello?" America spoke into his phone, which was wedged between his ear and his shoulder as he worked diligently at wrapping presents for his family. "Dreamz? How's it hanging dawg?

"Alfred, you're my friend, right?" Dreamz asked on the other end of the line.

"Yeah dude, I'm everybody's friend!" America beamed. "Why'd you ask?"

"You guys still have atomic bombs, correct?"

"Oh, sure, bro. We have a ton of nukes- literally. Why?" At the word "nukes", Shelby looked up from her PreCalc.

"Arthur is sending the 12 days of Christmas to me. I don't know if he's actually here or not, so I need you to nuke two places. Singapore, and London, England."

Alfred pursed his lips. "You do realize that if I nuked Singapore... You AND your family and friends would be instantly vaporized?"

"Worth it."

America frowned. "Sorry dude, but I'm not that trigger happy. I can't send nukes to two heavily populated cities for no reason besides trying to kill my older brother."

"You nuked two heavily populated cities in World War Two for no reason."

"THAT WAS NOT WITHOUT REASON! YOU'RE NOT AN AMERICAN YOU WOULDN'T UNDERSTAND!" America yelled, his face flushing, before he aggressively hung up the phone.

He glanced at Shelby, who was still paused from her homework. "That was the right decision... Right?"

She nodded, "Yes, you were correct in thinking that you should not nuke Singapore and London."

"Okay, good." Alfred sighed in relief. "Because I was super tempted to go grab the codes and send 'em over."

Shelby's eyes widened. "You... Have the nuclear codes? Here?"

"Yep." Alfred stated with a pop of the p. Without a word, Shelby lifted herself off the couch and began down the hall. "Where are you going?"

"I'm finding the codes and removing them from your room. You're too trigger happy to have them."

"Oh, because the world will be so much safer with Shelby Ferrell in charge of the United States' nuclear codes!" Alfred called after her sarcastically. "Thank God someone who kicks inanimate objects when she runs into them is in charge of the survival of the world! I feel a lot safer!"

"Alfred I will fight you."

"Exactly!"