A/N: Yeah, I'm not going to lie, this is going to get dark. If you do not do well with abuse, or disturbing imagery, please continue with caution. Oh, and don't trust the Canadians. You'll see why. That is all.

"BRO!" America yelled happily as he bust down Canada's apartment door, holding a bunch of sodas and snacks in his arms. "I BRING YOU THE FOOD OF LIFE!" They were holding a meeting in Canada, so America decided to stay over at his brother's house. They had planned to watch movies all night, but seeing as Canada was out of snacks, America had run to a nearby store to get food.

"Al, why do you have to break down my door every time you come over?" Canada sighed as he watched the door bounce off the wall. America winced at the hole that was left by the impact, then shrugged.

"Ah, nothing a quick patch job won't fix." America said as he used his leg to shut the door behind him.

"You're fixing that." Canada said as he grabbed a soda from his brother's arms and falling onto the couch, he pulled out a basket full of movies.

"That's fair." America said with a chuckle as he flopped down next to Canada. "So, what are we watching tonight?" He asked, looking through the VCR tapes stacked next to him. "Ghostbusters, Citizen Kane, Some like it hot, wizard of Oz, or something else?"

"Let's watch one of my movies." Canada suggested, holding up a movie called, "Dead Ringers."

"I thought I told you I never wanted to see that movie ever again." America said with a shudder. "That movie gave me nightmares for weeks after you dragged me to go see it. Pick another one."

"Wimp." Canada pouted as he dug through the basket. After a minute, he pulled out an unlabeled tape. "I think this one is called 'Nothing Personal.'"

"I don't think I've heard of that one." America said with a frown.

"It's not the best movie, but it'll be fun to make fun of it." Canada laughed as he put the rest of the movies back into the basket, and went over to the TV to set up the VCR.

"Why isn't that one labeled like the rest?" America asked, looking over the tape.

"Oh, I recorded that one." Canada said with a shrug.

"Oh, so that means it has old commercials on it!" America said excitably. "Dude, I love watching old commercials!"

"You like watching commercials?" Canada asked in confusion.

"For their nostalgic value." America explained, throwing the tape to Canada, who caught it.

"You're still weird." Canada said, putting in the tape. There was a moment were Canada fiddled with the device, and then the screen came to life, right on a commercial.

"Oh, I remember this one." Canada said with a sigh. "It seems I forgot to rewind it. I'll just rewind it and-"

"No, I want to see it!" America said. "I don't see a lot of your commercials."

"Uh, I don't think you want to see this one." Canada said nervously.

"Come on, how bad could it be?" America scoffed.

"Al, bro, you will not be able to handle this commercial." Canada said with a frown.

"You're making it sound like it's a slasher film." America laughed. "Come on, just play it."

"Ok, you asked for it." Canada sighed, playing the commercial.

"I'm a sous-chef here." A pretty lady said as she worked around a kitchen in a restaurant. "With any luck I should be head chef by next year."

"This isn't so bad." America commented.

"I've got this amazing fiancé." The lady said as she held up her dimand ring.

"Aw, good for her." America said with a smile.

"I won't be marrying this weekend." She said with a shrug.

"Well, I mean you can't exactly plan a wedding in a week." America said with a shrug of his own.

"Because I'm about to be in a terrible accident."

"Wait, what?" America asked, taken aback.

"But I really should have cleaned up that grease over there." She commented as she picked up a bucket of hot liquid. "And they really shouldn't have put the grease fryer-" But she was cut off as she slipped on the floor where the grease was, and hot liquid spilled all over her front and face, making her scream in agonizing pain.

"HOLY SHIT!" America said, his jaw dropping.

The camera zooms in on the woman screaming and flaying on the ground, her face horribly burned and scarred, as people run around trying to help her. The screen goes black, but the screaming continues as a man begs for help, and message pops up on the screen. "There really are no accidents."

America is hugging a pillow, staring wide eyed at the screen in front of him, his jaw hanging open and his eyes bugging. He then slowly turns his head to stare at his brother and mouths, "What the fuck?"

"Don't ask me." Canada sighed, trying to rewind the tape.

"Dude." America whispered.

"I know."

"Dude!"

"It's messed up, I know."

"What the fuck was that?" America asked in disbelief.

"Prevent accidents PSA." Canada said with a frown. "Hey, I think my VCR is broken, it won't rewind, pause, or anything."

"Oh, is it jammed or something?" America said, trying to forget the PSA.

"Yeah, hold on, I got a spar VCR in the other room." Canada sighed, getting up and walking out of the room. "Just watch some of the other commercials while you wait."

"K." America said nervously, turning back to watch the T.V.

The next commercial had a family of four at a table at a restaurant, with a father, a mother, and two small children. The father compliments one of his children's drawings, and a waiter offers to refill the man's coffee cup.

"Oh, a coffee commercial." America muttered.

The waiter accidently spills some of the coffee. As she moves on to serve the mother, he laughs and says, "She spilled my coffee." The waiter turns around, and tries to apologize, but the man calls her a bitch, grabs the poor lady by the throat, and slams her down on a table.

"Wha-" America gasps in astonishment.

The man then spills the hot coffee over the poor woman, who begs and screams for the man to stop, only for the man to slap her across the face. She then falls to the floor sobbing, and the man calmly returns to his meal. A message says, "You wouldn't get away with this here, you shouldn't get away with this at home."

"Oh god." America whispered, holding the pillow tighter. "What the hell was that?"

Before he could get up and turn off the tape, another commercial started to play.

"I swear to god, if this is another fucking PSA…" America muttered.

In this commercial, a woman is sitting on a couch at a party. She looks around, and then she farts.

America stares blankly at the screen. "What?" He asked with a blink.

"Well, it's true that I fart." The lady says casually. "But I wouldn't call myself a farter. I'm a social farter."

"Lady, I don't care what you call it, that's fucking disgusting." America said, making a face.

"I really only do it when I'm out with my friends that fart. We hang out, we drink, we dance, and have fun being together, farting." The lady comments, while farting the whole time she is talking.

"Dude, how many beans did you eat?" America asked in amusement.

"Sometimes I'll use farting as an excuse to meet a guy." She then askes a guy if he wants to fart, and he agrees happily. The next scene has them happily farting next to each other outside. "Just because I fart at parties now and then doesn't make me a farter." A message pops up next to the woman. "Social smoking is as ridicules as social farting."

"God damn it, it was another PSA." America huffed. "At least this one wasn't a nightmare inducing horror show." Getting up, America walked over to the VCR, and ejected the tape, and with a neutral look, walked over to the window, opened it, and threw the tape out the window. Satisfied, America walked back over to the couch.

"I'm back!" Canada said as he walked into the room, carrying the spar VCR. Noticing his brother's blank look, he frowned. "Al, are you ok?"

"Maybe?" America said in an unsure tone. "Um, can I ask you a question?"

"Sure." Canada said.

"WHAT THE EVER-LOVING FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" America shouted, making Canada jump back in alarm. "HOLY HELL, I'VE ONLY SEEN THOSE KINDS OF THINGS IN HORROR MOVIES! WHY WOULD YOU LET YOUR PEOPLE SEE THAT KIND OF SHIT?"

"Al, they are PSA's." Canada said calmly. "That's what they're supposed to do. Disturbed you."

"Disturb is one thing, but this is scarring for life territory." America said, waving his hands in frustration. "You showed a woman get her face get boiled on T.V! You showed a man beat up a woman till she was broken! And for some god damn reason, you compared smoking to farting! And they are just commercials!"

"To be fair, that last one was humorous." Canada pointed out.

"Just, why?" America asked in disbelief.

"Because they are effective." Canada said with a shrug. "You see that kind of stuff, and you remember it."

"That's why you get someone to guilt trip you or something, like a Sarah McLachlan puppy commercial, or Pee Wee Herman to tell you not to do crack! You don't make kids go to therapy just to spread a message! Jeez man, is that were you put all your aggression?"

"Well, England had a commercial about the RSPSA, an animal society that takes care of animals, and it had them threating to shoot a dog unless you gave them a pound." Canada pointed out.

"What the hell is wrong with you people?" America asked in exasperation. "You know what, good for you. You scare people shitless. Good job. Can we watch something different? I never want to see a Canadian commercial again."

"Ok, I think you've seen enough Canadian things today." Canada chuckled as he tried to remove the tape. But it wasn't there. "Al, where is the tape?"

"I threw it out the window."

"Why?"

"You know why."

"Al, that was my only copy."

"I'll buy you a new one." America huffed, holding up Ghostbusters. "Now let's watch something that won't scare the shit out of me."

A/N: To all my Canadian readers, WHY?! This came to my attention recently, and I actually put off what was supposed to be the Broadway Chapter, (Which won the poll), so I could cover this. All of these are real PSA's. What the hell Canada? D: While I'm sure the USA has put out some scary PSA's, you guys take the cake on scariest PSA's out there. And please don't get me wrong with me making fun of these PSA's, I know that they are spreading a good message, and I'm not trying to make light of their messages. But come on, they are really disturbing. I'm just saying, I've got my eyes on you Canadians. But not your T.V. You can keep that.

If you wish to scar yourself tonight, The commericals are-

Workplace safety Kitchen Commercial PSA

She spilled my Coffee PSA

Social Farter PSA

Britain Animal PSA