Because it's Canada day in 50 minutes from where I am!

We are currently hunting evil flies!

Disclaimer: I just made a cake! At 11 pm!

Happy Birthday Canada!

"Where are you?" America said in his best imitation of the voice of the turrets from that one video game he loved, Portal. He had a rolled up newspaper in his hand.

"What are you doing, you git." England asked as he walked into the room.

"I'm hunting flies." America said, still hunched over, stalking the room.

"What are yo- oh my gosh!" England exclaimed as the biggest fly he had ever seen flew past his face.

"Hyah!" Alfred lunged forward and smacked the fly up against the wall, "Got ya!" He stood there triumphantly, hands on his hips.

"What the bloody hell was that all about?" Arthur demanded.

"Well, it's Mattie's birthday and so I wanted to get rid of that fly. It was evil." The American replied as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Okay then." And with that, the Briton turned back to the kitchen, "Need any more help?"

"No, no, I'm good." Came a voice from the kitchen, "The cake is almost done, after all." Canada walked out of the kitchen, wiping his hands on a towel.

"Did you make the cake?" Alfred asked, looking scared.

"He did, and it actually looked very good." Matthew replied.

Arthur was about to say something when he paused, "Did you hear that?"

"Hear wha-"

"Rooooaaaaaarrrrrr!"

"Oh my god!" All three turned around and stared as a monster walked out of the kitchen.

"It's a cake monster!" Alfred yelled and pointed at said cake monster.

"It's adorable! I mean, evil!" Matthew said.

"Run!" Arthur grabbed both of them by the collar and ran.

"What is that thing!" Alfred demanded as they all ran out of the house.

"I don't know! All I did was bake a cake! Just as the recipe said!" Arthur yelled.

"Are you sure you didn't you use some magic or anything?" Matthew asked as they continued to run, cake monster on their tails.

"W-well, maybe I did use a small spell. But only to make it taste really good!" The Brit replied, a slightly embarrassed blush spreading across his cheeks.

"I think you must have messed it up, then." The American replied matter-of-factly.

"Well, thanks." England's voice positively dripped sarcasm.

"Enough arguing, just run!" Canada yelled. But he didn't see the rock in the middle of his path. Until, it was too late, that is. "Oof!" he crashed to the ground.

"Matthew!" Alfred and Arthur both yelled, but continued to run.

"Rooooaaaaarrrrrr!" The cake monster was almost on him. It leapt toward him.

"Aaaaaaaaahhhh!" Matthew held his arms over his eyes.

The Canadian shot up, "What a terrible nightmare." He had fallen asleep at his desk in his study upstairs, "I certainly hope things don't turn out like that." He sat back in his chair with a sigh when he heard his brother yell from downstairs.

"CAKE MONSTER!"

Well, that was complete and utter crack. And unedited, but I wanted to write something BEFORE Canada day. Because I'm cool like that. I hope you all liked it!