America stood up and looked around the meeting room. "Alright guys, very funny. So now that we've all had our laugh, WHO THE FUCK SENT THIS?!" He yelled, holding up a letter he had gotten in the mail the day before. Everyone looked around confused before England finally asked, "Sent what, you twit? We can't know what your throwing such a fit about if you don't-" he was cut off by a glare from his former little brother. "I got an extremely offensive letter in the mail yesterday. I want to know who sent it. Now." America's younger twin brother, the normally shy, quiet Canada, spoke up. "H-hey, America," he said quietly. "What's it say, eh?" America glared and looked at the letter, then he spoke, his voice dripping with anger and sarcasm.

"Dear United States of America,

The only argument against gay marriage is that it is religiously incorrect, however, our laws clearly demonstrate a seperation between Church and State, thus, it is unconstitutional to ban gay marriage.

Sincerely, logic.

P.S. Fuck you."

America looked at the rest of the world, noticing that more than half of them were trying to hold in their laughter. This made him even angrier, and he slammed his hand down on the table. "Who sent this?!" He growled. "Excuse me, but what makes you think that it was one of us, aru?" China asked, doing his best not to laugh in the American's face. "Because the only people that know that I'm the personification of the United States and my exact address besides my boss would be one of you!" He was practically seething with anger by this point. "Now who was it!?" Of course, everyone knew who it was, but the name escaped them, so they went on pretending they didn't know. As he looked around the room, he noticed that Canada wasn't in his seat, and there was a note there instead that said:

'Dear United States of America,

Maybe now you won't throw the baseball so hard, or forget that I'm in the same room as you while your trying to talk aboot me behind my back. Hope you learned your lesson, you jerk.

Sincerely, Canada -A.K.A. logic.'

America crumpled the note and tossed it to the floor. "Catch me if you can, eh! But I doubt you can even keep up, Fatass!" Came a voice from just outside the door, followed by fading, running footsteps. Suddenly, the entire world burst into laughter, and faster than you can say McDonald's, America was out the door and yelling as he chased his younger twin brother throughout the building.

"CANADA GET BACK HERE YOU LITTLE FUCK!"