Inheritance
In which Canada finds his inner French
'Hmmm….'
'Eh? France-san seems to have noticed me. Wonder why Kumajirou.'
'Who?'
'You! You are technically related to me no?' You seem to have my hair.'
'Eh? I guess.'
'But that English rule has corrupted you. Glasses, bears…Timidness! Pitiful.
That is not the way of the French. Where is the romance? The culture? The sex?'
Blink
'Huh?'
'Ah, but wait. Maybe underneath this mousy exterior lies a true Frenchman.
Waiting to break free and wreak havoc!'
'Wha…'
'Yes that's it! Come with me!'
And our poor, innocent, Canada was dragged away by a scheming France,
whose eyes were alive with a pervy gleam.
Several Violated Moments Later…
'France…'
'Hmm, yes England?'
'The hell is that?'
'That, I believe, is a maple leaf.'
'I know that. But why is it the only thing Canada is wearing?'
'Hmmm…you're right. Off it goes!'
'GAAAAAAHHH! OUT OF MY HOUSE!!!'