A Convention's Dream

{A/N: Sorry for my bad jokes and lack of accents. R&R&R: I own nothing. Have fun}

"Yahtzee!" Sealand suddenly shouted, now playing a game with Canada on the floor

(since neither felt very included in the panel).

"WHAT?" Germany demanded, suddenly paranoid. Canada flinched and Prussia quickly slapped a hand over Germany's mouth before he could cuss the room out. America immediately regained the floor.

"Whoah, whoah, dudes. No joke, that's not cool!" He chided. "Lets take a step back here."

"To the last question?" Austria suggested. America gave him a thumb up.

"Alright! Now the question is again: Prussia, what song do you think of when you look at Germany?"

"Actually I believe the question was originally directed towards Germany…." Canada pointed out but America shrugged him off. The two German brothers again started singing.

"What is the malted liquor, what gets you drunker quicker? What comes in bottles or in cans-" Prussia started. Germany shouted 'Beer!' "Can't get enough of it, how we really love it! Makes me think I'm a man!"

"Aren't you?" France looked him over. Prussia winked.

"I'm whatever you want me to be."

A third girl raised her hand and directed a question to England. "How was the wedding last week? I loved the dress."

"It was going swell," England smiled. "Until America crashed the party." He turned on the country and raged. "You bloody cur, couldn't let us have ONE sodding week before crashing in?"

"Hell no." America laughed. "Your wedding was lame and blocked all my TV shows. I had to find something fun to do. Besides, I am the hero… and just plain better than you." Another burger seemed to materialize in his hand as England glared.

France called on a boy next. "Canada," he started. The country blanched.

"You can see me?"

"Duh." The boy smirked, showing his pride. "I'm Canadian, eh." A hand came down on his shoulder.

"I'm so sorry." America sympathized, sadly shaking his head.

"Hey!" The unlikely Canada shouted out in defense. "Be nice to the boy, I like him."

"Bro," America turned his attention to his little brother, "we're on my turf now. This guy ditched you." An awkward silence ensued.

"…So anyway, I have two questions. How do you feel about Cuba and why are you kind to Sealand?" The Canadian boy finally asked. Canada scratched his head.

"Cuba scares me." He admitted. "But I s'pose he's okay to hang out with as long as he doesn't confuse me for America. As for Sealand, none of us are really mean to him, we just don't formally recognize him (Except Germany, but that is of yet unofficial). I feel bad that England created him and then didn't take responsibility." The eyes of the room turned towards the aforementioned nation.

"What?" England demanded. "Don't look at me, he's a bleeding barge!"

Spain got a small spotlight in the next question, being asked if he could tell a girl what Turkey looks like under the mask. His response went something like: "Do you honestly think I know that? Old Spice." To which some in the audience hid a laugh.

"Lichtenstein, why pink?" A Pokémon cosplayer asked. The young girl fidgeted. And France decided to enter the conversation.

"Vat eez 'rong wid pink?" He challenged. Italy stood up and agreed.

"I also wear pink, ve~…." Switzerland blushed, if possible.

"Don't worry Lichtenstein, Pink is a manly color- wait," he glanced around at everyone before turning red as one of Spain's tomatoes. "How did you all know about? Oh nevermind."

The next to be called on again addressed Canada and was also a girl. "There's a lot of tension between America, Canada, England, and France. I'd just like to say that Canada, you're cool. America… just no. England, your food sucks. And France, hey, you're welcome to take my vital regions any day. But what I reaaally want is to get out the tension between Canada and America here. How about a good music battle, like with Prussia and Germany, except not in unison. Canada, would you start by telling me what song reminds you of America?"

The Canadian looked away as America stared on in anticipation. Eventually the Canadian started to mumble something that became recognizable as lyrics from a popular American song. "Don't wanna be an American idiot, one nation controlled by the media (now again free of England's all-important wedding). Information nation of hysteria, it's going out to idiot America."

"Ouch." The American frowned. "I so parodied that."

"I know, let's don't." Canada pleaded as America got out a microphone, not listening.

"Don't wanna be a Canadian idiot, won't figure out their temperature in Celsius, seriously, too much work. See the map (The bad American one XD)? They're hoverin' right over us …. Tell you the truth, it makes me kinda nervous." He bellowed. Canada got ready to retaliate.

"You're the only moron who uses Fahrenheit, you know." He mentioned first. "I think I have a good song though, I think it was yours, but I changed it…." The music started, shocking everyone who didn't know they could play music in the room. "This land is your land, this land is my land, from Bonavista, to Vancouver Island. From the Arctic Circle, To the Great Lake waters, this land was made for you and me."

"No thanks, too cold." America shivered. "Sweet lyrics anyway bro. I got this next track all ready to show you all." The unbearably familiar tune of an old Hannah Montana song started up. Canada groaned. "WHO SAID, who said, I can't be Superman? I say, I say I said, that I know I CAN!" America more shouted than sang.

"You can't, but I should never say never…."

"Oh fuuuuuuu-" America cursed.

"'Cause I was like baby, baby, baby, ohhh~" Canada's voice broke.

"TOMORROW IS SATURDAY." America yelled, cutting Canada off. "Friday, friday, gotta get down on-" Blood came out of his mouth and Canada gagged as England smacked America on the head and France strangled Canada.

"Shut up before all of Europe makes you." England announced. Every country nodded in agreement. Any more singers from either country would be a seriously bad idea. Seriously.

{A/N: Ehh. I'd say more here but I'm tired (almost midnight but I have to make that for my friday joke to be relevant, darn it! ...I won't make it). Sorry I made cheap shots and did over-analyzed jokes. Sorry for being so tired XD