mmph some random thing I wrote a while ago
One day Canada and America were having breakfast at a restaurant in Canada. They had both ordered eggs with bacon. When the waiter returned and placed the two plates in front of them, America seemed dissatisfied.
"Where's the bacon?" he complained.
"It's right there, eh," the other blonde pointed, dumping maple syrup on his eggs. Seriously, who does that?!
"That's not bacon. That's ham."
"It's Canadian bacon."
"Ham."
"Canadian bac-" Canada was cut off.
"WHAT THE FUCK. IT'S HAM, BITCH!" America stood up from his chair, flipping the table over with his immense strength and turning to leave the restaurant.
"Canadia-"
"HAM."
The end.