This chapter is dedicated to R. K. Iris

CHAPTER FOUR: OMAKE: GAME SHOW

"How's everyone doing tonight? You should all be happy because tonight the awesome Prussia shall be your host!" Prussia adored the spotlight. It was probably because he had a big ego. Since he usually just hangs around Germany's house and does whatever the hell he wants, he decided to give hosting a shot after watching game shows consecutively for a month. "Today's contestant is…" The drumroll started. "America!"

The red curtain lifted to see the excited American waving to everyone. "Dudes, the hero is here! I'm America and I'm number 1."

Prussia returned the attention back onto him. "Tonight vill be trivia, to see just how much America knows about his northern neighbour. Velcome Canada."

Who? As the other red curtain began to rise, America's confusion hit. There was a country north to him? The curtain revealed someone who looked similar to him, but less awesome and less hero-e. The guy was glaring at him and then the memory of the torturous three hours returned to him. America rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. "Heya Broski."

"You forgot about me, didn't you?"

"Of course not." America laughed in a way that clearly stated he did forget.

"Vell, isn't this just a fantastic start. You both have a moment to introduce yourself to the audience."

"Hey y'all. I'm America. I'm the hero, centre of the world, kick ass revolutionist, and number 1."

"I-I'm Canada. And well, I'm from Canada." Canada blushed shyly at getting so much attention. Canada only showed up because it distracted Prussia from stealing his maple syrup.

"First question. We'll start easy. What ranking does Canada place according to land mass?"

"That's easy. Three." America replied surely.

Canada and Prussia both stared at America dumbfounded. He couldn't be serious.

Canada asked, "Who's second, America?"

"That's me of course." Canada slapped his forehead. And America always wondered why the rest of the world stereotypes Americans as dumb.

"America," Canada gritted through his teeth. "You have to stop distorting your maps. I'm bigger."

America snorted. "Sure you are." Canada stood up to make his way over to America. He pulled the idiot up. America noticed that Canada was actually a bit taller than him.

"Wrong. The answer was two. To da next question." Prussia glanced at his cue card. "How many states does Canada have?"

America had a blank look on his face. "Um…" Apparently the game wouldn't be as easy as he thought. "32?"

Prussia made a buzzing noise as he made an X with his arms. The audience begins to laugh at America's cluelessness. "The correct answer is 0. Canada has 10 provinces and three territories. He has no states. The next question is multiple choice. Which country has had the most influence on Canada? A) France B) England C) America D) Scotland."

America smiled. He was finally going to get one right. "Me of course." Prussia checked the answer on the back of his card and his eyes widened in surprised. He made another buzzing noise as he mocked the American. "Wrong."

America gapped. "No way! France!"

"Um, America? I think you only get one guess." Canada's voice was unheard by everyone else. Just stay calm, Canada. This is just to protect my maple syrup.

"Wrong again, America." Prussia was thoroughly enjoying America's pain.

"England."

"Nope."

America tightened his fists. "These questions make no sense."

"But the answer on the card is correct, America. Scotland has had the most influence on me."

"Okay, America. Let's try another question. True or False. This has reference to you too, so you better get it right. True or False? Canada spends more per capita on health care." Prussia pointed at America giving him the cue to answer.

America's eyes lightened up. There was no way he could get this answer wrong. "True." After all, Canada has socialised health care. The dude just better not socialize anything else. I don't want commies anywhere close to me.

"That is cor—wrong!" Prussia, America, and the audience gasped in surprise. That couldn't be right. That just couldn't.

"W-Wha?" America gapped. He quickly came up with a thought. "Hey wait! Obama implemented Obamacare. That's got to be the reason."

Canada shyly rose his hand. "Actually, America, even before Obamacare, you spent more on healthcare than me. Actually, you spend more than the rest of the world. Even if we just look at the OECD, those of us developed enough to afford it, the United States spends the most. You spend over $8000 per capita PPP. Even Norway who is listed just beneath you pays less than $6000. And your spending will only continue to grow in the future thanks to that new bill of yours." Yes, Canada knew all about America's economy. Canada somewhat wanted to see America prosper again. He also wanted to stay stable, and there was a reliance to a certain degree with the U.S. but also, a part of Canada wanted to see America crumble just for the sakes of strengthening his own dollar to buy things at a cheaper price.

"It's not true!" America covered his ears as if he couldn't hear anyone—which he could.

"Sorry, America, but it is. Also while we're talking about money, you need to get your act together. You keep threatening to default, but one of these days, other nations will smarten up and stop buying American stocks. You are flat out broke."

"NOOO!" America ran out of the room.

Prussia frowned. This wasn't as fun as he thought it would be. Although, he did have to admit he loved it when America ran out in denial. "That's all folks. This is no longer awesome. Me awesome self is going to go back to eating pancakes vith lots of syrup." Prussia ran out of the room.

Canada froze. No he didn't. "Get back here Prussia! I've already had millions of dollars' worth of maple syrup stolen from me this year and I need the rest of it to eat or export. I export over 80% of the world's syrup you know! Québec alone produces more than 75% of that. But more importantly I need it." Canada ran after Prussia and when he finally returned to his house Prussia was holding the maple syrup out of his reach.

Life wasn't fair.