A/N: here, have some FACE family *shoves it in your face* oh and I don't own the song, it's from ANT Farm :D
America was eating donuts. They were good donuts.
"HEY MATTIE, HAVE SOME DONUTS WITH ME!" America yelled.
"But I'm having pancakes, and pancakes are better than donuts, eh?"
"YOU DID NOT JUST SAY THAT!"
"I think I did," Canada replied, his voice filled with sass.
America gave a loud and dramatic gasp. And started to sing.
"Donut make you sad, donut make you cry, when the person you love often says goodbye," sang America.
"Bloody hell, he's singing that daft song again!"
"Come, mon cher, let us warn everyone that Alfred is singing again!"
"Oh maple," whispered Canada.
"I'm feeling so plain, I'm feeling old fashioned, life's kind of stale, my days have no passion, there's a hole in my life."
"Bloody hell, he could at least sing a different song!"
"It hurts so bad, right in my sprinkle, but now I'm movin' on to better days, I'll powder my nose, I'll put on some glaze!"
Canada was silently crying and clutching on to France and England.
"My pain's a day old, no, I won't be a quitter, someone will love this sweet apple fritter!"
The three suffering nations winced as America hit the high notes.
"It feels better now...donut?" America finished the song and everyone in the world let out a sigh of relief.
By the way, it was Canada's fault that America sang that awful song.
Wow, thanks a lot Canada.
The end.
