Chapter 9
"He's always happy, like he forces all this other emotions to happiness. Act dumb, smile a lot-..."
"So, pretend like an American?" Alfred asked. Canada nodded. Alfred looked down at the journal. "What about Russia? I-Ivan?" Alfred asked, pronouncing Ivan correctly.
"Say Ivan like an American would, mispronounce European words and English words," Canada said.
"Right, right," Alfred nodded. "So when is that meeting thing again?"
"In two months," Canada anwsered.
"Boys! We're back!" Both Canada and Alfred looked at each other.
"Perfect time to work on your acting!" Canada said, walking over to America's trunk. It was in front of the bed, it looked old and worn. "Chase me with this!" Canada said, throwing something black at Alfred, Alfred quickly slapped it away from him in mid air.
"A fake spider?" Alfred said, picking up the rubbery thing. Canada suddenly started running out of the room. Alfred snatched the fake spider and bolted out of the room.
"Papa!" Matthew cried, he stumbled on his landing from the stairs. Alfred landed perfectly, cuping the fake spider in his hands.
"What the (bloody) heck is going on!?" yelled both Arthur and Francis. Matthew ran behind them, "hiding" from Alfred.
"Oh come on, Mattie, he wants to say hi!" Alfred teased. Francis saw one leg of the spider and dropped the grocery bags.
"NON! Put it outside!" He yelled, backing away from Alfred, cowering with Matthew as Arthur crossed his arms.