America's POV)
It was October 12th, my actual birthday. Nobody knows except Canada because it's his birthday too, we're twins after all. It's still nice to have people with us on our birthday so we invited all the countries. Canada said he would take care of calling everybody, last minute cleaning, and setting up tables. I was in charge of the cooking. When Canada finished calling everybody he came into the kitchen where I was making fresh sauce for some pasta, i'm making some food from each country.
"Some of the countries don't think that you're actually going to make food so they're coming to 'help." Canada informed me. Canada knows I can cook food from every country, after all my countries made up of immigrants.
"Who?" I asked trying to think up something for them to do.
"France and England. I'm 90% sure you won't let them set foot in the kitchen." Canada said grinning at the end.
"Why of course not, they are our guests. If you finish early could you watch them? I don't trust them enough to not destroy my house." I asked frowning a bit at the end. Canada just nodded and very soon after we heard the doorbell ring.
"Hey bro could you get the door, I have tomato sauce all over my hands." I asked as politely as I could.
"Sure I want to say hi to papa anyways." Canada replied.
(Canada's POV)
I opened the door and was quickly greeted with hugs.
"Bonjour papa, Mr. England." I said quickly guiding them to the living room. "America is in the kitchen cooking, and no it's not McDonalds. He is cooking a lot and I know theres not a lot of space, he also says that you are our guests so there is no need to cook and I agree with him." I explained quickly so France and England didn't just barge in there.
"Yo Iggy, France. Don't destroy my house please, but feel free to make yourselves at home." I heard America call from the kitchen. England got a bit red in the face while papa laughed and said he would'nt.
"Well i'm in the middle of cleaning up a bit-" I started explaining what i was doing when I got interupted from loud rap music coming from the kitchen. Specifically Eminem, my favorite. I started grinning like a mad man and started singing along. Papa and England looked at me funny while I continued grinning and shook my head. It was the new song, Berzerk. I love this song and America knows it.
Everybody thinks that i'd like music that papa likes but I don't, I love all of it, especially rap and rock. America's the same way. When the song was over Ice Ice Baby came on and my grin split even wider, what is America doing in there?