Honestly, Canada was a little more than confused.
"Listen, America, if you dont want me to tell you-know who what you did, you'd better do what i ask!"
The country who had cornered Canada demanded confidently. Canada blinked, non-plussed. Was Cuba...blackmailing his brother? He hesitated. Part of him wanted to stop Cuba and tell him he had the wrong country, but another part of him, the kinder part, was telling him it was his duty to protect his sibling. America would do it for him, after all.
Still... He should probably find out what Cuba knew before making a decision. "Tell who about what?" He asked hesitantly.
Cuba bristled. "Dont play dumb with me! You know exactly what im talking about!" Cuba demanded, only a little petulantly.
Canada blinked. He really didn't, America did a lot of stupid stuff and played a lot of pranks. Canada tried to remember his brother's more recent pranks.
"Are you talking about that time I replaced France's body lotion with hair removal cream?"
Cuba froze, looking confused. "Uh, no? You did that?"
Canada frowned in thought. If not that then...
"Or is it that time i put up my fourth of July decorations 2 days early, then when England passed out from shock, i took them all down, and put them up again 2 days later and told him i hadnt seen him since he passed out last year, and scared the maple out of him because he though he was unconscious for a whole year? "
"You did what?" Cuba l9oked somewhat awed, and more than a little confused.
Still wrong then.
"Or is it that time that that Ureplaced Russia's Vodka with reguLar water and he was so cranky all day?"
Cuba turned a little pale. "Wha-"
"That time I put makeup on China while he slept?"
Cuba shook his head, beginning to look a little sick. Canada was gettting concerned. What could America possibly have done that was worse?
"That time I died Russia's second favorite scarf pink?" He offered, then when Cuba only looked more ill, he vont nued "Or maybe that time that I-"
"Stop!" Cuba interupted, looking absolutely nauseated. "Please, no more." He begged. "I wont tell anyone, i swear, I'll never try to black mail you again, just promise you wont do anything to me!"
Canada hesitated, wondering if he should mention that America had replaced all Cuba's cigars with licorice ones just before the meeting, but remembered that Cuba thought he was America right now, and he didnt feel like getting beat up.
"... Fine. " Canada guiltily promised. Technically, he wouldnt be breaking the promise, Canada had no intention to prank Cuba, it wasnt his fault Cuba couldn't tell them apart. Cuba breathed a sigh of relief, shoulder's dropping as he relaxed.
"Dont worry, man, I'll take your secret to the grave!" Cuba promised fervently, turning to leave.
"Wait!" Canada called after him, and he froze.
"Yes?"
"You didnt tell me which one it was!"
Cuba wiped his brow. "oh, it was nothing big, its not that big of a deal, he probably wouldnt care anyways. I was only talking about how you broke Canada's favorite hockey stick and blamed it on Russia is all."
Canada froze, fire running through his viens and turning quickly to ice.
"He. Did. What? "
He remembered confronting Russia about that issue, ending with both of them having a black eye, and Russia sporting a couple broken ribs to match Canada's broken nose.
Cuba took a step back, studying Canada's face, then growing even paler as he seemed to figure it out. Canada was beyond caring. He whipped around, storming for the meeting room door.
"AMERICA!"
...
America was in the middle of presenting an idea to China when the meeting room doors threw open, slamming against the walls, cracking the plaster. Everyone froze and stared at the door in shock, and America paled as he reconized the country there and Canada met his eyes, furiously.
"Oh Shi-"