Canada sighed as he trudged up the stairs to his twin's room and knocked on the door.
"America, dinner's ready. It's your favorite!" He called when there was no reply.
More silence. Another sigh.
He must be hanging out with England, planning to attack Russia again, the blonde nation thought. Yeah, that must be it.
With another sigh, he walked back down the stairs to the dining room and put a hamburger in the refrigerator for America to eat when he came back. While doing so, he overheard a shouted argument coming from the living room.
"You bloody French perv, where did you put my notebook?!"
"Ugh, why would I want your stupid diary anyways? It's probably with your imaginary 'friends,' Eyebrows."
"It's not a diary, it's a journal!"
"Diary, diary! Honhonhonhonhon!"
"GET BACK HERE–"
Crashing sounds ensued.
Canada sighed for the umpteenth time that day. England and France were sometimes really childish for their age–
Wait. If England was here, arguing with France...
Canada's eyes widened and he began sprinting down the hallway towards the kitchen. There was only one thing that could cause America to be so quiet in this household, and that was when...
Canada threw open the doors to the kitchen. There, standing in front of the stove, was America. Making pancakes.
"DAMMIT AMERICA!" Canada yelled. Or rather, he tried to yell, but it was only as loud as normal speaking.
"Oh, hi Canada!" America said in his usual chipper manner. He was wearing his normal attire with an American flag apron over it.
"HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I TOLD YOU TO NOT MAKE MY PANCAKES?!" The normally shy and calm Canadian tired to yell. "Whenever you try to make them, they turn out..."
"All done!" America declared happily, ignoring Canada, and turned around with the pan in hand.
Canada's eyes widened in horror as he saw the abomination of a pancake that America had created. It was an American flag (frosted red, white, and blue, of course) with a hamburger drawn in syrup on top.
"Do you want some?" America asked as he took a bite. Canada, however, had already run screaming from the room.
(Roll credits)
Canada: So that's what horror movies at my place are like.
Everyone else: *staring*
Kumajiro: Who are you?
Canada: I'm Canada...
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