Someone cosplaying as America (KaseySteel) came up to ask a question.

"Does the same thing that happened to the Italy brothers happen with your cowlick America and Canada's curl?" The two nations in question just looked at each other.

"I don't know…should we try it?" Canada asked America.

"Let's try it," America said. "On the count of three…1….2….3!" They pulled their curls as hard as they could at the same time.

"OOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!" they said in unison. Their heads dropped on the table at the same time just like the Italy brothers. They then got up and looked at each other.

"Oh god, I'm seriously in Matt's body…" Can..er America stated.

"Wow this feels so weird…I never thought this would ever happen…." Canada stated.

"I can't believe it. I'm Matt and you're me." America stated. "Okay…now I feel like drinking coffee with maple syrup in it."

"I feel like eating a load of burgers and at least a gallon of coke." Canada said. "Okay I want to go back to being me now." America nodded. "Okay on the count of three…1…2…3!"

"OOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!" they said in unison.

"Woo I'm glad to be back in my own body." America stated. Canada nodded in agreement. "Okay now back to answering questions." A person dressed up as Sealand (Redthorne19) came up to the mike.

"The bloody hell! Sealand what are you doing here!?" England stated.

"Oi…England…that's not really Sealand." Scotland said.

"I…I knew that." England said.

"Anyway…I got a question for America and England: What's your relationship with each other?" The Sealand cosplayer asked.

"What do you mean by that?" Britain asked.

"Um Angleterre it means what relationship you are in with America. For example; brothers, father and son, my favorite…lovers, ect." France explained.

"Oh that…well…" Britain said.

"Well basically it's a father and son thing. Well here's the thing…when I was a young colony…oh god…he being the drunk father…well I think you can guess what happened then. Not to mention the fact that he ruined my taste buds as a child. Now I can eat pretty much anything… I know that my food can taste horrible too…I blame you for all the crap that's happened to me." America said to England, slouching in his seat. Canada was trying his best to comfort his brother.

"Well I'd never. You wanker, you used to eat my cooking well enough. You never complained about it before." England said while crossing his arms in front of his chest.

"Maybe we should move on to the next question…" Canada suggested. Someone who was cosplaying as Canada (unknown-for-life) stepped up to the mike….oh the irony.

"Canada did you or Albion set fire to the White House hundred years ago?"

"…" America visibly tensed. A very faint gloom was starting to spread around him.

"Um…well…we both set fire to the White House…" Canada awkwardly stated. "I'm sorry America. I really am." America just sat there. A few seconds of really awkward silence America finally spoke up.

"I forgive you bro….even though it hurt like a bi**." America stated fist bumping with his brother. "Anybody have any more questions for us?" America asked the audience. (A/N: One more chapter for questions left…maybe…it depends)