Thump, thump, thump. "Ow! Alfred get off of me." Canada whined at America who was bouncing his seat out of excitment. Too bad it wasn't actually America's seat, but his brother's, who was also occupying it. The only difference was someone was in the chair the other was sitting on the one who was sitting in the chair.
Matthew tried and tried to push his older twin off of him but every attempt was futile. He had finally had enough; Canada put on his best impression of england he could wheeze out of his 'in the process of being crushed' lungs and whispered, "You bloody git if you don't get off of my lap right now I won't wank you for a year." Alfred paled and jumped off of Matthew. Matthew took this time to bolt from the chair and confuse the less intelligent blonde. He bolted from the meeting hall and straight too his bosses office as he was hosting the G8 meeting this time around.
"Sir," He asked slightly out of breath.
"Yes Canada."
"May I borrow the cameras for a little while?" His boss looked at him questioningly but nodded. My plan for revenge will work! He thought.
Matthew laughed maniacally when the new McDonald's commercial aired in Canada and America. It was nothing horrible from what Alfred could see; Megan Trainor was advertising the "classic goodness" of the Big Mac so he had no reason to complain untill after she left from the publics view and he heard Avril Lavigne's voice singing his favorite jingle instead. Except something was off at the very end; and it made him pick up him cell and dial his brother's number. "Mattie! How could you!" He wailed into the phone a the Canadian answered. Canada couldn't hear him though over the laughing he, Avril, the rest of the allies, and the axis were doing. "What! Why is everyone there? Why are you all so mean?!"
Just then the commercial aired again, and the jingle played again, and America started crying again. "ba da ba ba ba, it'll make you fat and obese."
"Alfred if it makes you feel any better," Arthur now had the phone and was trying to soothe the sobbing American. "I stopped him from using his orignal jingle idea."
"R-really, what was it." Alfred asked not really sure if he wanted to know.
" Ba da ba ba ba, you're all fat and obese." America was balling his eyes out now. Italy took the phone to try and calm his larger allie down. "Ciao America. it's me!" He cheerfully called through the phone waves. "Now if you don't stop your fucking crying right now," He continued his voice quickly becoming low and threatning. "I will send the Mafia after your ass, you whining little bitch." Alfred dropped the phone when he heard many feet stampeding out of the room on the other end, accompanied by prissy little screams.