Canadia: The Axis Empire

~At a World Meeting~ *I can smell the failure already….*

Ah, a World Meeting. What better place to relax? That is, if your idea of relaxation is screaming, barking, and the occasional yelling of "DIE!" or "Oh no you didn't!" every….10 seconds? But either way, trying to quiet these countries down was as easy as training Italy to be a brave soldier…

"Everybody calm down! I know I'm your favorite country but there's enough of me to go around!" yelled America.

"Yes, to go around your fat ass five times..." quipped Britain.

"British food sucks, it tastes worse than cardboard!"

"How would you know what cardboard tastes like, you twit? Oh right, this is America I'm talking to…"

~And they argue, what did you expect? Let's go to some other countries…..~

"Hey, fratello, Why are there two Americas…?" asked Romano. He briefly pointed toward the corner of the room.

"I haven't a clue Romano, should'a I ask'eh Ger~many?" Veneziano replied.

"No! Leave that damn potato eating bastard alone for once!"

And then Romano smacked Veneziano in the face.

"Germany!" Veneziano cried out. Being a wuss, he ran toward Germany, falling on his knees and tugging on Germany's coat.

"Germany, Romano just hit me in da face. AAAAAHHHHH!"

"Suck it up, Italy." Germany grumbled.

"Wait…. why wasah I crying again? Oh, I remember it now; why is'a der anoder America in that little corner?"

"Two Americas? I have to fight and stand its annoying mouth too!"

America took a break from his argument with Britain and pushed his glasses up.

"Did you say something, Germany?"

Germany put a hand to his chin and cleared his throat. "No, nothing America."

"Yes, he did," Italy said, "He said you have a big annoying mouth. He said it was soooo big it looks like a crocodile's mouth!"

America fumed. "Germany, I'm going to strangle you! I'm… I'm…- "

"Oh. And he also ask'e why are der two of you!" Veneziano added.

"WHAT? THERE ARE TWO OF ME? I'M THE ORIGINAL! WHERE'S THE OTHER ME, THAT BIG FREAK!" America shrieked while waving his arms around.

"Romano says he is right over der in that little corner. He is sitting right next to Finland."

Finland looked up, confused.

"But there is no America next to me… I'll even take a loo… HOLY COW DERE IS ANOTHER AMERICA! HOW LONG WERE YOU DER?"

Canada's blonde head came into view of Germany and Veneziano. What the hell, you barely noticed me? He thought, you're all dirty wankers! But really, all the poor, completely ignored country said was,

"Hi, my name is Canada."

"Ooh. Mr. Canadia do you vwant some pasta?" You can guess who said that.

Canada paused, not knowing what to say, but his brain finally arrived to one, irrefutable truth.

"My name is Canada."

Veneziano's expression turned to confuzzlement. "Eh… what about the pasta…" Seeing 's disinterest in pasta, he said, "Do you a wish to join the Axis? There is'a Germany… Japan… me… and ah… PASTA!"

"Uh… ok." Canada replied.

"Gooood."

Romano's jaw dropped to the ground. "WHAT DID YOU'A DO, WE DON'T KNOW…. eh… CANADIA and you already joined him in the Axis! THAT DAMN DIRTY POTATO EATER IS GETTING INTO YOUR BRAIN!"

Germany ignored Romano's outburst, being the focused manly man he was (who secretly baked pastries in his pastime).

"Are you, Canadia, as strong as America?"

"Well, I guess." Canada said.

Germany sighed, giving an annoyed look to Veneziano, before telling Canada this:

"Welcome to the Axis, Canadia."