It was an innocent idea at first, "Hey, dudes we so need to make a gingerbread house today! It would like totally be awesome!" all the other allies looked at him sceptically, "America why in the bloody hell would we make a gingerbread house when we need to plan for our attack on the axis powers!" the rest of the countries looked uncertain. "come on Britain, I know you'd like it!" America had a skill to rope people into things. "I think it would be lovely idea Britain, why you always hate everything?" Britain shot him a death glare "I don't need your opinion Russia!" everyone saw the vein in his forehead bulge. "I think it would be fun to, Britain, why are you so stubborn!" he spun around, "Shut up china!" but you could see in his face that he knew he wasn't going to win. Finally france spoke up. "if I can make it look pretty than I don't care what we do!" Britain finally dropped his head and under his breath whispered, "I get the feeling this I going to be one bloody hell of an afternoon." They all leave, exept for one person sitting alone with a polar bear no his lap, "they didn't even ask me to join," poor Canada sighed, the small bear rubbed it in by asking, "who are you?" he sighed again, "I'm you're owner, Canada."
America had everything ready. As if he knew they were coming. Icing, candies and gingerbread. "okay dudes I'll tell you the plan, as the hero I'll work on the main structure! China, Russia! Back me up with icing! France, Britain, back me up with candy!" America immediately tried butting the structure together. Then he heard, "France! I need that bag there are others!" they were playing tug of war with a bag of skittles. "No black sheep of Europe! This candy is pretty and I'm pretty were made for each other!" no sooner had he said that the bag ripped and skittles flew everywhere. China stepped between them. "Stop fighting you two! Russia is having trouble with the icing and he…" china was cut off. A huge stream of icing hit him in the side of the head and got his hair sticky. "Oh sorry china, it was clogged and I…" he got cut off when a piece of gingerbread whacked him in the forehead. "Sorry Russia dude I needed a shorter piece so I hit it against the wall and it sort of…" everyone stopped dead in their tracks Russia had started emitting a menacing aura. "Friends, this is not working, do I need to bring the pickaxe?" everyone got scared but knew this was going in a bad direction. "Russia's right dudes lets work together." For once America had said something sensible. "Agreed" everyone chimed.
Not much was accomplished. America had put the gingerbread pieces together crookedly so it leant to the right. China had put too much icing on the roof so it fell in the house twice. France put so many candies on the side of the house that they were falling off and without the skittles the house looked quite dull. "I knew it was a bad idea." Britain sighed. "agreed." Everyone else sighed. "hello." A small voice chimed. Causing everyone to look up. It was Canada with his own gingerbread house. Unlike the other allies it was very beautiful and well done "These are very popular where I come from so I made one myself." Everyone stared in awe.
The day ended with everyone giving a little more respect to Canada and with Britain getting a sugar rush, France getting chocolate on the wall, china getting even with Russia and smearing icing in his hair. And America being happier than he ever had been before. "I'm glad I finally contributed to the allies." Canada whispered. Again the small bear said, "who are you?" he sighed, "again, you're owner Canada.