(( :333 No words...Merry FRUKIN Christmas Eve everyone!!:D

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Flurffn' Maples:

As the end of the day began to roll by, America and his utter boredness in finishing ze gifts for all his fellow states and countries. He decides to go for a walk in the cool chilling air. Well to be more exaggerating, freezing butt air.

"G-God! It's so cold!" He clung to nitted scarf and walked down the empty snowy sidewalk. He searched and searched for something hero-like till' he finally gave up and went to a near McDonalds.

"So you want the fries and Big Mac?"

America gleefully nodded," Make the EXTRA LARGE!"

The lady sighed and yelled at the people in the back freesing their asses off to get working. It was slow day for them and even though America didn't notice it, one of the countries was actually working his way to buying last minute gifts.

"Good God! I hate working here! And of all things, this had to be it" grumbled the irratible Englishmen, " Why couldn't I have worked at a different store..maybe Starbucks or that Tea shop down the block from here..." He trailed thinking till' one of his favorite flying magical friends appeared.

"Hi Iggy~!" A flying green minty colored bunny soared around England making chuckle, losing his count on keeping track of the ordering foods.

"Awh~ Hey Flying Mint Bunny! What are you doing here?" His eyes flashed into whast would look like the jolliest Jolly Rancher Green you'd want to buy.

"I came to see you~ DUH! " The bunny giggled laying on his shoulder.

England smiled for finally having some compandonship on his side, compared to the brat of America that is. He couldn't help but pet his buddy while going back to work on the stove, he didn't have much to lose since it was Christmas Eve and all. Or does he?

"D-Did you just touch mah' flurff?"

"Huh?" The Englishman looked up at the firing red bunny.

" YOU TOUCHED MAH' FLURFF WITH YOUR DIRTY HANDS YOU... YOU...-"

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Meanwhile, America waited patiently for his order smiling like the hero he was till he noticed he wasn't in front of the line anymore. "Excuseme sir." He poked the blond headed man in front of him.

"E-Eh?" The Canadian turned around with a plate full of McDonalds pancakes.

"Uh, how are you in front of me and WOAH! Pancakes!!" He drools slightly from the intoxicating light fluffiness and aroma of mayple syrup. But sadly, it disappeared quickly and so did the curl headed man. "Huh? Where did he go?"

"OH MY MAPLES!!!"

The American rushed over in his heroic speed and noticed something wrong. A plate full of pancakes was on the floor and worst of all, England was on top of it being smack by air and another source of air crying.

"Strange." He rubbed his head.

"Mister Alfred! Your order is ready!" The cashier lady reared.

"Coming biotch!!!" He skipped back forgetting whatever mess had happened and instead used his justice powers on the tastey food on Christmas Eve morning.