Canada walked silently in the hall. He sang his national anthem. He wasn't the best singer in the world, but no one noticed him, they are not going to notice his singing.
"America?" asked a man with a bushy eyebrow.
"I'm sorry, but no." he looked back. "I'm Canada."
"Oh, nice to meet you." said the person with the bushy eyebrows, offerings is had for a handshake.
"Me too." Canada shook his hand. "But if you call me America again, I will torture yo, behead you, I will cut off your legs and shove them up into your ass, I will sew back your head, bring back you to life, rip off your arms, put them in the place of your legs, then I will set you on fire and pour hot lead on you. Then I will throw your dead body into my basement."
"Um... I get it. Canada it is. I will remember."
The Canadian turned back and started walking, but the person with the bushy eyebrows adressed him again.
"Ummm... America?"
After this incident Canada always goes to his basement if he wants to relax.