"England, your country's transport system is a mess!" America wailed as he came into the G8 meeting, being hosted in England, an hour late.
"Well, sorry, but if you haven't noticed, it's snowing outside!"
"It's a tiny layer of snow! America has been having worst snowstorms than you!"
Russia coughed. "For once, Russia agrees with the American idiot. We have much worst snow, and we don't make a fuss."
"Thank you, Soviet!"
"You're more prepared for this, and stay out of private conversations!"
"Angleterre, you're shouting loud enough for ze entire meeting to hear you. And I agree with Russia. It's not that much snow." France smirked.
"Stay out of this, frog! You're all ganging up on me!"
Canada, deciding to make sure they all knew he was there voiced his thoughts. "Actually, Canada had it kind of bad last win-"
"For the last time, stay out of this!"
Canada raised his hands in surrender. "I'm just saying we had a frostquake on Christmas Eve, and we didn't make that much of a fuss."
England glowered at him. "Thank you, Canada, for sharing that information. Now, stay out of this!"
France scolded him. "Angleterre, don't be so mean to your ex-colony!"
"Zip it, you git!"
Germany, deciding that this had gone on for far too long tried to regain control of the meeting.
"Now ve are all finally here, VILL YOU ALL JUST SIT DOWN UND SHUT UP!?"
Slowly, they all sat back down: England scowling, Canada hugging Kumajiro, France smirking, Russia, as if nothing had happened and America with a look of triumph on his face.
"See Iggy, I'm not the only person who thinks your country's way of reacting to snow is unbelievable."
"Why you little-!" England lunged at America and all hell broke loose, again. Germany sighed. This was going to be a very long meeting.