Britain, having arrived at the World Conference early, decided to make the coffee for his fellow nations. But...

America's eyes were wide in fear as he held the cup of coffee Britain had forced in his hand….. "China, you try it!" he said, pushing the "poisoned" cup of joe in his hands.

China pushed the cup back towards America, "What? Why?" he demanded.

America replied with a lame reason, " Cuz you're immortal, brah!"

Britain was heartbroken and upset, "Why does everyone assume the coffee is poison just because I made it?! You should be thankful someone made it! I didn't see any of you gits making it!"

France spoke up, "I will try it..."

Britain smirked, "THERE, YOU SEE?! One brave soul...I mean...what?"

France tried it while everyone watched. "...it tastes like dirt..."

Britain decided to reply with sarcasm, "Well, what do you expect, it was ground this morning...I'M BEING SARCASTIC, BLOODY WANKER!"

Finally, America decided to take one sip…..

The other countries watched him. "It was nice knowing you, Amerique," France shook his head sadly.

America put down the cup on the table and took a few moments to respond to the taste-test….finally he looked up at the other nations and said, "it tastes like Kool-Aid…"

Britain mumbled, "Oh, great..."

China also knew, "Here come ego..."

France shook his head, "Wait for it..."

Russia only smiled at their loud and ridiculous arguments.

America burst out, "And I'm the Hero, Dude!"


America stopped the microwave at 0:01 second, because, being the awesome bomb-defusing expect that he is, couldn't let his meal blow up in the radiation heat...and he was also avoiding that annoying, loud beeping sound…


Italy ran as fast as he could through Switzerland's property, trying to make it to Germany, but didn't quite make it and was forced to escape to Big Brother France for help. He stood behind the borderline and Switzerland stared at him, holding his rifle as a warning. "And stay out!" he shouted.

"I-a lost my-a pants, sorry, Switzerland!" Italy blushes and pointed back on Switzerland's property, where his pants lay.

Switzerland looked back for a second, but turned back to face Italy. "I dare you to try to come back for them!" He cocked his gun...

"Please!" Italy begged. "I-a need-a my-a pants! And it's kinda drafty right now..."

Switzerland sighed and picked up his pants with the barrel of his rifle and tossed them in the air over the borderline to Italy.

"Thanks, Mr. Switzerland!" Italy caught them and smiled in his usual way.

Switzerland shot him a warning look, "Fine, but next time, I won't hesitate to shoot!" He went inside his house and closed the door, locking it.

"He's-a so nice," Italy continued to smile. "He gave me back my-a pants, hehe!"


Romano walked the outside market, feeling angry again. He came across a pink skirt on sale. He took it off the rack and put it in front of him, checking the size. The clerk stared at him.

"I eh look super studly in eh dis!" Romano half-joked…


"I can't understand, you wanker! Hold on a bloody moment," Britain felt his ear and looked down. "I've dropped my babel fish." He picked up the ear piece translator and put it back into his ear. He cringed at the feedback, but it adjusted momentarily.

America snickered while France whispered something in his ear.

Britain stared at them, waiting to be told the joke. "What have I missed?"

"Nothing, Dude," America held his fist over his mouth to hide his smile.


America was puzzled for a very serious question that he just seemed to never know the answer. He thought long and hard but couldn't figure it out…."I've never seen a McDonald's or a Burger King under construction...They just kinda show up..."