America had a question that had been eating away at him all day. "Hey," he began suddenly, interrupting China, Russia, and France's conversation. "What do you think about me?" There was a stunned silence for a moment, but China was quick to recover. "What do you mean? Are you feeling aru-ight America?" France was also looking a little concerned. "It's not that!" America said, a little frustrated, "I just wanted to know what you thought. Like I know I'm the hero, and I'm totally amazing, but like...". He faltered for a moment. "I don't ever upset you, do I?" The three starred at him slackjawed.
"America, you -" France said slowly in shock, "You realize how irratating and hurt full you are?" America, flinched. "Wait, you think I'm annoying?" "Ah.." France changed the subject. "Of course I think you're a strong country." He looked uncomfortably at the wall to left of America's head. "So you think I'm annoying." America scowled. France looked pleadingly at Russia for help, who looked pleased to be relied on. "I think America is a very arrogant country." he said pleasantly. "Cocky countries are so much more fun to break." He finished with a sinister air, turning gleaming eyes appraisingly towards America. "You want to become one with Russia, da?" America stepped back with a shudder. "No way, dude you're kinda creepy."
He turned to China, almost pathetically. "China, what do you think of me?" He made his puppy dog eyes at China, who considered his question with his usual brusk air. "Well, it's true that you are annoying, loud, violent, and generally self centered, and don't care about the hurtful things you say-" China stated, and America felt like he was being stabbed by multiple arrows. "But I don't have anything against you, really." America brightened a little.
"Although, I'm conflicted because of Justin Beiber." China added as an afterthought. "D'accord." France agreed. "Ah, everytime Russia hears him sign, I want to introduce him to my Magic Metal Pipe of Pain!" Russia added, brandishing the weapon he hadn't had a moment ago. "Hmm?" England turned from where he had been eavesdropping standing nearby. "Yes, I must agree." He chimed in. "I really can't stand him. Even fairies won't go near him!" "You can hardly call that music." Austria scoffed as he walked by. "Wait!" America yelled, face growing hot. "Justin Bieber isn't my fault! Blame Canada for him!"
"Who?" China asked blankly. "Canada!" America shouted, frustrated. "My brother, Canada!" "You were talking about me?" Canada suddenly appeared at America's side, looking rather excited to be noticed. "Bro, thank God, please tell them that Justin Beiber is one of yours! They said he was from my place!" America pleaded desperately, holding the shocked Canada by the shoulders. Canada looked surprised, and looked over at France. "Now, America," England chided, " Don't blame Canada for your mistakes!" "wha-" America was scandalized. "I'm not blaming him! It's true!" "Well, Canada?" England turned to the mentioned country. "Is Justin Beiber one of yours?"
Canada looked like a deer in headlights for a moment, then seemingly regained his reason. "Eh? Justin Beiber? You think I caused him?" His purple eyes teared up ever so slightly. "Of course not, mon fils." France hurriedly assured him. "We just had to ask." "How could anything like that come from such a nice and sweet country as Canada?" England agreed, nodding. "Seriously, who are you?" China was left out of the loop. "Become one with Russia, da?" Russia took advantage of the commotion to attempt to convince America to join him.
"Wha-?" America stared with betrayed eyes at his brother. "Dude, come with me!" He grabbed Canada by the arm and pulled him into the hall. "Dude, what the hell?" He demanded, slamming his brother against the wall. "Now they're all going to blame me for Beiber! What if they beat me up because of him or something!?" He glared piercingly at his brother's seemingly innocent face. Canada stared at his brother for a moment, then his face morphed into a malicious smirk. " Oh, How awful." he sarcastically replied. " Imagine being blamed for and beat up because of something someone else did." The innocent face he has worn only moments ago had completely disappeared, and the usually meek country looked quite evil. "Wouldn't that be terrible?" Canada almost purred the words. "Why you-" America pulled back his arm to punch his brother, but Canada suddenly curled up, his face morphing into an innocent look of fear. Amerca froze, and a moment later, England grabbed his arm. "I can't believe you! How could you bully Canada like that so he'd take the fall for you? You're just too much!"
England pulled America away from Canada and pulled the now trembling nation into his arms. "There, there, I won't let America hurt you anymore." "Maple." Canada murmured in response, leaning into England's arms. He shot his brother a taunting look over England's shoulders. "Bastard!" America gritted his teeth and glared at Canada. "I'll get you for this." He threatened. Canada only smirked at him before burying his head in England's shoulders with a whimper. "That's enough!" England scolded, turning and grabbing America by the ear. "Why don't you have a taste of your own medicine? You can listen to ten hours of Justin Beiber, and reflect on your actions!" "Nooooooo~" America screeched as he was dragged away. Canada smiled politely, and waved sweetly as England led America to hell.