Perfection and Pancakes
I walk into the conference room and all of a sudden, I am assaulted with questions and threats.
"What are you doing?" yelled Germany, his calm façade quickly fading.
"What will you do with him?" yelled Greece, looking surprised by his own strength.
I look around- almost everyone is glaring at me. "What are you guys talking about?" I asked, hoping for the opposite of what I was thinking.
"We're talking about Canada, you dumbass! Who do you think we're talking about?" said America, looking as if I was going to take away his hamburger.
"Wow," I thought, they actually do know he exists.
"He is my brother and if you hurt him, I will kick your ass all the way to China!" he said with a growl. "Hey!" yelled China, obviously offended by that comment.
I looked at them dumbfounded. Is that really what they think of me, a big player who is just going to dump him after I got what I want.
"No, I would never hurt him!" I yelled, surprising everyone, including myself, with the force. "I love Canada! He is perfect- quiet, loving and he makes the best pancakes in the world. I love him with all my heart and I would never hurt or leave him!" I finished, out of breath from my comments.
Everyone just looked at me and finally America walked forward and cleared his throat. "Fine, I believe you. And I give you my blessing." He said sheepishly glancing at me.
"Good, "I replied, "I'm going now." I said, walking out the door, satisfied by this outburst and blessing, and suddenly I was starving for some pancakes!
"Well, off to find Birdie." I thought, walking off without a care in the world.