Canada was just a little bit irritated.

Just a little bit.

Just a teeny tiny bit.

You see, Canada had to stay at America's house because his toilet quite simply exploded. And an exploded toilet is not good. So as a result, Canada had to stay over at America's house.

America likes to play Rockband Gigadynamite Ultra-Awesomeness of even more Greatness Version .8.8 and 1/2 at midnight on Tuesday nights. On Tuesday nights, Canada likes to go to bed at 10, so he can be ready for everything the next day will bring to him.

Needless to say, Canada didn't get any sleep that Tuesday night. And when Canada gets sleep-deprived, he gets irritated.

See, we came a full circle from the beginning! Let's give ourselves a big thumbs up!

Now, when Canada gets irritated because of America, usually he pushes the feelings away. This was not one of those moments. (Throwing the baseball at Canada's gut by "accident" earlier in the day probably didn't help America's case either.)

Canada doesn't snap though. He doesn't go insane and kill America all because he wanted attention, all he wanted was the world to notice him. Nope. You see, Canada stayed calm and collected, and created a plan.

An Evil Plan.

A Deliciously Evil Plan. :)

First thing he did was get some hair dye that matched America's hair color, some super-duper- awesome-kind-that-I-don't-know-if-it's-been-invent ed-yet-that-only-lasts-one-day. And then he styled his hair like America's, but he didn't cut it. Don't tell anyone, but Canada's a little vain about his hair. He changed his glasses, did some other things, until he looked exactly like America.

Then he found some of the other nations, while he was dressed as America mind you.

"Sausage sucks." He said to Germany.

"Vait. Vut?"

Canada/America kept going.

"Italy. Pasta is nastaaaaaayy." Italy burst into tears.

"France-All your food sucks." France also burst into tears. Unlike Italy's tears though, they were "manly" tears. Very manly tears.

"England-your food really, really, really, really sucks. You're going to kill someone someday." Suddenly, for reasons unexplained, England turned around. Instead of the green sweater Canada/America swore he was wearing 2 seconds before, he was wearing a pink vest with a blue bow tie. Even more scarily, his eyes swirled pink and blue.

"That's the point little Canada deary."

And that was the end of Canada's escapades. Did he live? Well yeah.

Barely.

A/N: So I went on a really long unofficial hiatus and didn't telly you guys. Shame on me. Seriously though, I'm sorry about that. I've been busy with life and have had writers block, and yeah... I've also kinda struggled with this story, because I've kinda felt that I'm not funny anymore and I just need to stop sending you guys this terrible stuff.

But anyway, what got me back into the swing of things was this review I got from Anonymous Doitsu saying how she liked how fresh this story was, which really surprised me, so I decided I've been away from this story for too long and this update is her idea. I also want to thank everyone who followed/favorited/reviewed during my hiatus period. Let me know if you sent me in an idea and I haven't done it yet and I will be sure to get on it.

I can't guarantee great speed in updating, but I will do my best to be gone for that long.

So, some random facts about my life since I've been on hiatus:

I got the flu twice.

Christmas passed by

So did Easter

I ordered a whole bunch of books from B&N

I discovered I hate school

I worked on a crack fic with one of my friends ShoesWithWings and it should be published soon on her account.

I wrote a 2p! Italy story.

I tried and failed to write a Russia story.