Matthew Williams was making pancakes, quietly singing a song.

"Yeah I know that you wanna be Canadian, please. Even if in winter things tend to freeze. We've got the world monopoly on trees. And our country's bordered by three different seas. Yeah I know that you wanna be Canadian, please. We invented the zipper, we've got expertise. We made insulin to combat I know that you wanna be Canadian, please." Unknown to him, a certain Prussian, as he claimed, was watching silently, and laughing, silently, of course.
"Brits have got the monarchy. The US has the money. But I know that you wanna be Canadian. The French have got the wine and cheese. Koalas chill with the Aussies. But I know that you wanna be Canadian." He sang, louder. He jumped, feeling a pair of arms sneak around his waist.

"What do the Prussians have?"

"Awesomeness."

"Yeah, they do."

"But I know that you wanna be Canadian."

Birdie: I'm obsessed with this song, so yeah.