Every time someone passes a certain hotel room, the first thing anyone would see is England napping for at least an hour before the next World Meeting. Zzz went the British Gentleman. England looked so cute in his sleep, according to France and America, he even got some innocence and tranquility here and there. All cementing over his tsundere attitude.

However, that's about to change.

"Hong Kong…. are you sure this is a good idea?" A timid voice came from the hallway. That came from Canada.

Hong Kong, the other country, just nodded. "This is like, what he gets for feeding us his like, disgusting food." His grip tightened on one of the firecrackers as he spoke.

Canada sighed; Hong Kong was right at one point. England's cooking did taste inedible. It can even make at least one small group suffer from food poisoning in a single minute! But then again, the Canadian thought, he's just too shy and polite to give out revenge to his former father/guardian figure. That's why Hong Kong's helping him; he can handle the Brit's wrath without suffering from guilt. Also, he got this idea of what they should do in order to give revenge to the last time England tried to feed the two of them his cooking (and that was from last week, since he invited the two of them for dinner, as they were the only ones who didn't complain much about the food). Besides, they almost vomited by the time they got home.

Hong Kong stopped at the slightly opened door filled with light breathing. "Is this like, England's room?"

"I-I think so." Was all Canada could stutter out. The Chinese city must've sensed his nervousness and what he was probably thinking because he softly held onto Canada's hand for comfort.

"You'll be like, totally fine, trust me." Hong Kong whispered. Canada just nodded, firecracker in hand.

They slowly opened the door to reveal England still in his casual clothing (at the moment, he was wearing a dress shirt, sweater vest, tie, cargo pants, and for some odd reason, Hello Kitty socks… probably from China) yet still asleep. He was quieter than a mouse yet a few puffs of his breath echoed the room.

Reaching for a lighter, Hong Kong quietly asked, "Are you ready?" Canada just nodded, starting to feel daring for once. Throwing some of the firecrackers under the hotel bed, Hong Kong lit up one of them and threw them at the direction of where the others are, causing little sparks to attach to them.

All of a sudden, the entire room was filled with smoke, loud bangs, and multi-coloured sparks. Even a "BLOODY HELL!" was cried out, courtesy of England. At that familiar sound, Canada was unsure of what to do next. At least, until Hong Kong tugged his arm.

"Let's go. Quickly."

Quick as a flash of lightning, they ran for their lives… or at the very least, for their hotel rooms.

1 Hour Later-World Meeting in Hong Kong, China

"Mon petit lapin! What has happened to you?" France cried out dramatically, causing every other country to stare at England, who was covered in soot and smoke. Some countries tried hard not to laugh while others felt sorry for him.

"Ugh… don't ask, you bloody frog." The Brit just muttered, gritting his mouth. Somewhere along the gritting, Canada can hear "Damn it, Hong Kong." between the lines. He almost felt guilty, wanting to take the blame alone instead of him and Hong Kong, but across his seat, the Chinese city mouthed out the words "Don't worry. I'll like, handle it."

Canada sure wished that he's right, even if England notices that he's also involved…

Eugene: Ok, this is a random one-shot that I got inspired by a chapter from "Je t'aime, Canada" by Five Tailed Demon Dog. All I can say for now is this:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY CANADA AND HONG KONG! OH, AND AS A CANADIAN CITIZEN, HAPPY CANADA DAY!