It's 11:24 pm, and I wrote this while also crying on top of lack of sleep, try to enjoy this emotional brain mush converted to word salad on a screen as best you can, please.
Scotland sighed, the atmosphere at the dinner table was stifling. America and Canada had come over for dinner, a rather sad one he'd have to admit- none of the UK brothers were known for their cooking skills, more like lack thereof.
America was more or less used to their tasteless food, and was currently stuffing his face. Canada on the other hand, seemed to be more used to France's cooking, but was still picking little bits out of his plate to be polite.
"Hey-" America manages to say in between bites. "Could you pass me the salt?"
"Alright." He nods, suddenly stretching his arms, much to the confusion of everyone else.
"Scotland-Bach, what are you doing? The salt's right-"
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING DUDE THE HECK?" America yells, everyone else watches in complete shock as England flies across the room, a string of colourful curses spewing from his mouth.
"There.."
"You think that's funny, don't you?" England mutters as he gets up and dusts himself off. "Well I'll show you what's funny when I beat you in a card game!"
"What a nice family I have.." Canada thinks to himself as he watches England and Scotland battle it out in a card game, Northern Ireland trying to get in the middle, Wales watching on with a look that screams 'why am I here? Just to suffer.' All the while his brother is standing right next to him, looking like a complete buffoon.
How did he keep his calm? Well, luckily for him, he'd just smoked a blunt right before getting to the UK shared house.
Indeed, what a wonderful family he had.