A certain blonde man walked through the glass doors of the meeting room, hoping for a normal meeting. That's when the whole thing blew down…. When he saw a few colleagues of his hold up instruments, microphones, and… Was that a beach ball?
"What's going on—"
And the music started.
France:
You're boasting there
The sacre bleu for?
You're killing tongues as you walk through the door
No time to sup
To cover up
Seeing the food as they are is enough
China:
Every nation in the world can see it
Everyone else but you
Every known nation in the world (and micronations):
Iggy, you blow up your kitchen like nobody else
The way you cook your scones gets me overwhelmed
But when you smirk at the ground it ain't hard to tell
You don't know
Uh-oh!
You don't know you're terrible
If only you can see what we all see
You'd understand why we stop you so desperately
Right now we're looking at you and we can't believe
You don't know
Uh-oh!
Your cooking's really terrible!
Uh-oh!
That's what makes you terrible!
Russia:
So c-come on
You got it wrong
To prove we're right
We wrote a song
I don't know why
You're looking wry
And look at your food than my eyes
America:
Every nation in the world can see it
Everyone else but you
All of the UK and Ireland join in:
Iggy, you blow up your kitchen like nobody else
The way you cook your scones gets me overwhelmed
But when you smirk at the ground it ain't hard to tell
You don't know
Uh-oh!
You don't know you're terrible
If only you can see what we all see
You'd understand why we stop you so desperately
Right now we're looking at you and we can't believe
You don't know
Uh-oh!
Your cooking's really terrible!
Uh-oh!
That's what makes you terrible!
America:
That's what makes you terrible!
All of England's former colonies:
Na na na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na [x2]
Canada grew a backbone:
Iggy, you blow up your kitchen like nobody else
The way you cook your scones gets me overwhelmed
But when you smirk at the ground it ain't hard to tell
Every nation:
You don't know
Uh-oh!
You don't know you're terrible!
Iggy, you blow up your kitchen like nobody else
The way you cook your scones gets me overwhelmed
But when you smirk at the ground it ain't hard to tell
You don't know
Uh-oh!
You don't know you're terrible
If only you see what we all see
You'd understand why we stop you so desperately
Right now we're looking at you and we can't believe
You don't know
Uh-oh!
Your cooking's really terrible!
Uh-oh!
You're cooking's really terrible!
Uh-oh!
That's what makes you terrible!
America:
That's what makes you terrible!
At the song's ending, everyone looked to the European to gauge his reaction.
England looked to the food he held in his hands and back to his fellow nations.
"But… I brought curry," the blonde said sulkily.
(British people make a MEAN CURRY.)
I am surprised that on one else thought about this. I mean, what better way to celebrate the awesomeness of the British Empire! XD