MochiEmber

“London, I’m here!” W.D.C. shouted as he ran through the door. England had invited W.D.C. to play with London since America actually had a meeting to go to for the day. Both of the capitals were quite little still even if it had been two years since the capitals’ appearances. The little American’s favorite goggles were still too big for his head but were even bigger around his around his neck. He wore a plain blue shirt that seemed unnoticeably a little too big for him and a pair of khaki shorts that ended at his knees. W.D.C. looked around the house for his best friend, but London was nowhere to be found. It was

Hey hey, daddy, could I have some ale? Hey hey, mummy. Hey hey mummy. It doesn't matter what I do, I'll never forget, The taste of fish 'n chips won't get out of my head! Marukaite Chikyuu Marukaite Chikyuu Marukaite Chikyuu I'm England's capital! Marukaite Chikyuu Jitto mite Chikyuu Hyotto shite Chikyuu Music is my passion! Ah, a magnificent world That can be drawn with a single swipe of a brush Annoy England every day and night I am London! "I don't want to be gentleman all my life! That's why I'm different now!" Marukaite Chikyuu Marukaite Chikyuu Marukaite Chikyuu I am a British punk! Marukaite Chikyuu Hatto shite Ch

"Alfred! Alfred!" a little boy shouted as he stood in front of a toy store, staring into the window. The boy looked no older than an eight year old with messy, dark blonde hair and a cowlick that appeared too stubborn to stay down on top of his head and bright brown eyes. He wore a bright blue t-shirt, khaki shorts and red running shoes. "I want that one!" The boy eagerly pointed to a stuffed bear with a bright gold star stitched in each of its ears and on its paws. "Sorry, Jackson. I can't buy you that right now. We need to go meet up with Matthew and Ethan now," Alfred said as he ruffled his little brother's head. Alfred looked much his li

21st Century America and England were on their way to America's house. The World Summit Meeting was the following day so England was staying with America. The walk to the younger country's home was silent. America was stuffing his face as always, but England hadn't made one comment since America had met up with him. In fact, the older of the two was too preoccupied with his thoughts. England didn't want anything to do with America today. Why? Today was the day his little brother waged war against him. Eventually, his thoughts ended when the hamburger obsessed country began slurping his shake very loudly. After a minute of listening to his co