*Pure crack. Just read it. I don't own Hetalia, nor will I ever. That would be a disaster.*
Canada had had enough. He had enough of everyone ignoring him, of everyone thinking he was America, and most of all, of his own brother forgetting him or screwing up his name. But he was Canada, he couldn't exactly stand up to them all openly, he had tried. It didn't work well. So he opted for another option. Now Canada may not have been a computer genius, but he was still pretty good with them. Good enough to hack the PA system and set something up so that he could activate it through remote control.
So the next day, at the World meeting Canada sat quietly (Umm... so he sat normally? Oh shut up!) and waited for America's turn to speak. After an hour, and being painfully sat on once or twice, it was time.
After inhaling two more Big Macs it 2.2 seconds, America walked up to the podium and opened his mouth to talk. Only to be interrupted by a tune that was kinda catchy in his opinion. At least until the words started.
~Don't wanna be an American idiot~
He stood there confused.
~Don't want a nation under the new media
And can you hear the sound of hysteria?~
His mouth was gaping open in shock.
~The subliminal mind fuck America~
He made some sort of choking sound, as if to say something, but he didn't know what.
~ Welcome to a new kind of tension
All across the alien nation
Where everything isn't meant to be okay~
At this point multiple began to try and hide the laughter threatening to burst out.
~ Television dreams of tomorrow
We're not the ones who're meant to follow
For that's enough to argue~
Canada looked at the scene with a mix of pride, amusement, and horror. What had he just done?
~ Well maybe I'm the faggot America
I'm not a part of a redneck agenda~
Russia wasn't trying to hide his laughter. Neither was Prussia. Wait. When did he get there? He's not even a country anymore!? Aw well. The writer will allow it because he is awesome.
~ Now everybody do the propaganda
And sing along to the age of paranoia~
America was looking around the room with a cross between anger and offence written all over his face. England began laughing. France. China. Romano and Spain.
~ Welcome to a new kind of tension
All across the alien nation
Where everything isn't meant to be okay~
The others did okay at hiding there laughter. For the most part.
~ Don't want to be an American idiot
One nation controlled by the media
Information age of hysteria
It's going out to idiot America~
Then his face turned to something of a child's angry pout as he began to search the room for the source of the noise.
~ Welcome to a new kind of tension
All across the alien nation
Where everything isn't meant to be okay~
He found the speaker on the wall at the back of the room. He then went on to grab the nearest object (A table) and smash it into the speaker. It was destroyed in an instant. Only problem, the entire building was filled with the noise. He angrily left the room for the control room.
~ Television dreams of tomorrow
We're not the ones who're meant to follow
For that's enough to argue~
He slammed the door. The entire room erupted into laughter, still able to hear the song, as it was very loud. The song began to replay, gaining another round of laughter. The song was halfway over before it abruptly stopped with a terribly loud shattering sound, as the remote controlled stereo was smashed violently. A minute or so later a viciously furious America came in, slamming the door so hard it fell off its hinges.
He glared at the entire room, silencing everyone. He didn't bother to attempt to fix the door, leaving it as a reminder to the rest of the Nations (And X-Nation) that someone seriously pissed off the superpower of the room. "Alright, who did it!?" The room was silent enough to hear a pin drop. He scrutinized every single face in the room (Well except for that guy... what's his name? The one no one seems to be able to see? Whatever). He stopped and looked at one Nation in particular "It was you! Wasn't it!? You damn Commie!"
Russia chuckled at this "Нет, I only wish I could claim that, da comrade?" America glared at him once more before returning to glare at the rest of the room. It was silent.
"What? No one's gonna man up?" Everyone began to get worried. America was being serious. They were all expecting someone to go on a killing spree. At least until a very faint, small, voice broke the silence. "I-it was me!" Everyone turned towards the voice, only to find that they couldn't find the source. Well most of them couldn't at first for the most part anyways.
That is, until France saw who it was "Mon petit!? Mais pourquoi?" Canada got up from the chair that everyone had assumed was empty, drawing the attention of those who had not yet seen him. "Who are you?" A small polar bear in the arms of the recently invisible man said, in a high pitched voice. What's his face sighed "I'm Canada, your owner? The one who takes care of you? The one with the pancakes!?" The bear shook its head until it came to the pancakes. Then it simply said "Oh..." and proceded to chew on his paw.
America now looked completely and utterly confused "W-whaaaaaat? Canada? Bro?" Canada turned towards France for a moment "Je suis désolé, Papa". He then turned back towards his brother. "I... I'm sorry America, its just... you you always forget my name and such... all of you do, but you're my brother! And I thought this would be the best way to tell you, so that you wouldn't forget..." The guy with the pancakes said. Well, it was more like whispered, but that's just him.
The loud and obnoxious counter part of North America sighed and ran a hand through his hair. (Yes, I totally just ignored the fact that Antigua and Barbuda, Bahamas, Barbados, Belize, Costa Rica, Cuba, Dominica, Dominican Republic, El Salvador, Grenada, Guatemala, Haiti, Honduras, Jamaica, Mexico, Nicaragua, Panama, Saint Kitts and Nevis Saint Lucia, Saint Vincent and the Grenadines, Trinidad and Tobago are all also a part of North America. Yes there are that many.) He looked at Canada for a moment, before walking over to the spot where his chair was. He stood up on it and put one leg on the table, then pointed at Canada dramatically "Canada. I declare a music war on you!" His exclamation ended with a smirk.
Canada stared up at him in a mix of shock, and fear. "Oh Maple Leaf!" He wimpered.