"COME ON MICHAEL YOU CAN DO IT!"

"HE'S NOT GOING TO MAKE IT YOU GIT!"

"DONT LISTEN TO HIM MICHAEL, GO, GO!"

"Will you both shut up, I'm trying to see when I will win~aru."

"I agree with China, but im not in this race so i will just watch and listen to all you argue, it is very funny~da."

"I will win this race of course, for my beauty is what makes my team winners."

"Will all of you be quiet, I am watching the game!"

"I don't even know why I am here Italy-san."

"Ve~ it's to cheer for Germany. Yay!"

"SHHHHHHHH DONT INTERUPT MICHAEL'S AWESOMENESS!"

"That's not even a word you bloody git."

"Ve~ look the race is almost over!"

"COME ON MICHAEL!"

"STOP HUGGING MY TV!"

"HE'S GONNA MAKE IT!"

"QUITE BUTCHERING MY LANGUAGE!"

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

"..."

"I can't believe it~aru."

"There there Amerique let me give you a big hug."

"STAY AWAY FROM HIM YOU FROG!"

"can i go home now..."

The rest of the G8 suddenly stopped what they were doing and stared at Canada.

"When did you get here...um..."

"Its Canada England." He sighed, stood up, and walked out the door. After a few moments of silence Italy spoke.

"Who was that Mr. England?"

"...I don't know." A few more moments of silence...

"What were we talking about again?" Everyone shrugged and turned back to the tv.

"NO WAY!"

"What?"

America pointed to the screen, "Micheal Phelps just made a new record!"

England grabbed the remote and turned the tv up to full volume.

Announcer: "MICHALL PHELPS HAS JUST WON HIS 19TH MEDAL MAKING HIM THE NEW HOLDER OF THE TITLE OF MOST METALS EARNED BEATING THE PREVIOUS HOLDER OF THE RECORD LARISIA LATYNINA FROM RUSSIA."

America was jumping up and down, England was staring mouth agap at the tv, France was taking the advantage and rubbing England's butt, Germany was trying to get a crying Italy off of him, Italy was crying because Germany lost, China was waving his hand in front of England, Japan was taking pictures of England and France, and Russia was kolkolkolkolkolkolkol-ing next to America.

"I am going to have a talk with this Michael Phelps man~da." America punched Russian in the arm.

"Dont you dare!" He turned back to the tv.

Announcer:"HERE IS MICHAEL PHELPS. WHAT DO YOU SAY ABOUT ALL THIS?"

America's jaw dropped, "..." He raced out the door.

"LOOK!" England came back into focus when China shouted and slapped a grinning France's hand away.

All the nations were staring wide-eyed at the television.

"WELL I JUST WANTED TO SAY-"

"HI IM ALFRED F. JONES ITS AN HONOR TO MEET YOU I CANT BELIEVE YOU BEAT RUSSIA'S RECORD HE'S PISSED HEY BY THE WAY I FROM AMERICA SO I'M AWESOME AND THE HERO DO YOU KNOW THAT AMERICA'S THE BEST COUNTRY IN THE WORLD YOU BET IT IS AND ITS AWESOME THAT YOUR AMERICAN TO SO WE HAVE SOMETHING REALLY COOL INCOMIN-"

Announcer: 'WHO THE HEAK IS THAT KID...GET HIM OUT OF THERE!"

Soon a bunch of guards grab America and carry him away.

"WAIT I WASNT FINISHED!" America yells as he is dragged off out of the camera.

Michael just watched as the guards took America away. He was speechless the whole time.

*Back with the rest of the G8*

"...What the hell just happened~aru?"

"And how did he even get there so fast?" Germany facepalmed (ah, a beautiful friendship).

"Were in England remember."

"Yes but I still don't get how America-san got there so quickly. We are about a few city's over."

England sighed and shook his head, "The world may never know."

Authors Notes:

First I wanted to write an olympic fanfic, then I wanted to write it about Micheal Phelps, then I wanted to do a humor one. AND SO! *plays drums* THIS STORY WAS BORN!

Micheal Phelps did beat the Russian gymnast in the record hold. She said that he deserved it and is talented^^

THANKS!;D