Boys will be Boys


"Faster, Canada, faster! Harder!" America's voice was hoarse from trying to shout over the loud rock music, but from the enthusiasm he put into it, they were still going strong after 5 hours and had no intention of stopping anytime soon. Probably due to those incredibly unhealthy energy drinks.

"I'm going as fast and as hard as I can!" Canada yelled back indignantly. Still, the thumpings got progressively faster and more erratic.

"Whoa, whoa, too fast! Slow down!" There was a noisy crash as something heavy fell to the floor. "Ow, that hurts! Are you trying to kill me?"

"Aaah, I'm sorry!" The rock music suddenly died down to a dull roar while the two adjusted whatever it was that needed adjusting. "Looks like I'm not that coordinated after all," Canada apologized, although he did not sound very sorry.

"No, you're doing well for your first time, really, don't worry so much. You're concentrating too hard, just… go with the flow, ok?"

"A-america…" Canada interrupted in a tiny voice. "We've been doing this all night, can we stop now, please?" Even when he clearly did not want to do something that America put him up to, he still had to say please.

"Aww, come on, Canada, you're no fun." But the music was turned off anyway. "All right, all right, let's do something else then."

"Like what?" the other brother sounded suspicious, as he should after all these years of being America's neighbor.

"Something like… Tetris," America replied, and you could practically hear the leer that must surely be plastered on his face.

"Wha-? I thought you hated Tetris…" There was another thump and a muffled shout. "Ohhhh! Th-that… kind…"


Somewhere to the south, Cuba decided, not for the first time, to kill whoever it was that bought them a replacement drum set for Rock Band. Apparently this someone did not learn anything from the infamous "Guitar Hero: World Tour" incident last year. (Or did they?)

"Well," he thought as he put his pillow over his head and tried to muffle out the extremely personal sounds coming from the north, "at least they'll be quiet the next day…"