Today was England's birthday. He decided to have a party. He was going to prepare the food but everyone seemed kinda against it so England decided everyone could bring a cultural dish.
"Well I say, we've got quite the feast here!" England exclaimed.
Hundreds of plates were all crammed onto one table. Although China did bring a lot of food and America loves his hamburgers… But anyway
"But, uh, dude, something seems to be missing…" America said
Canada, who was sitting in a corner, smiled. Today was the day!
"Mama Mia! Where's the cake-a?" Italy shouted.
Canada stopped smiling and began to feed himself pancakes to feel better.
"Did someone say… CAKE?" New Zealand opened the door. In his hands, there was an absolutely large, cake shaped…. Something.
"Dud WTF is that?" America asked.
"It's nothing… Just a 100% kiwiana pavalova with 100% Aoteraroa Kiwifruit!"
China gave a dirty look but everyone else looked slightly confused.
Suddenly, the ground shook and an almighty roar filled the room.
"You… Did… Not… Just…"
Australia slowly rose from his seat.
"You bloody dingo dropping! You know that pavalovas are from Aussie!"
"Oh yeah bro, just like these manly lamingtons you got here eh?" New Zealand pointed at the pink coconut covered cakes that were lying on the table.
"You didn't…"
"Yeah, nah, cuz, I did."
"That's it! I've had enough! With ya bloody copying of us and your stupid kiwis and bungee jumping!"
"Don't you DARE insult my kiwis! At least it's better than getting kicked in the balls by a KANGROO!"
"MATE, YOU DID NOT JUST GO THERE."
As New Zealand and Australia argued about something no one really cared about, England decided to have a taste of this so called 'Pavlova'.
"I say, It's just a rather oversized meringue with fruits on top!"
England was then rushed off to the E.R. with a few broken limbs. What a wonderful birthday it was.