A/N: Hey, guys! Thanks for the awesome reviews! As requested, this chapter will be about America.
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"Sweet, they have sausages here!" An enthusiastic Joy shouted.
"It's Germany, what do you expect?" Disgust said, rolling her eyes and pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose.
"Well, remember that one place?" Joy asked, retrieving a memory orb. "They were pretty weird over there."
"Yeah, that was place was pretty grody." Disgust agreed, watching the memory play out with a faint wrinkle of her nose. Suddenly, Joy's back straightened.
"Look, dudes, it's Canada!" He yelled, causing the other emotions to brighten.
"Wanna go annoy him?" At that point, it was a question that didn't need a verbal answer. With that, America made his way over to his brother.
"Hey, dude, what's up?" He asked. Canada jumped, then, seeing who it was, smiled.
"Not much. How do you sneak up on me when you're so loud all the time?" America laughed.
"He's sassier than usual today." Joy observed.
"Skills, bro. What'd you think of the meeting?" America asked, sliding into the seat across from Canada.
"Ugh!" the northern nation moaned, running his hands through his hair. "Is it bad that I fell asleep twice?" Joy turned to Disgust.
"He only fell asleep twice?" He asked. Disgust shrugged.
"Trust Canada to be the only one to actually try to listen." Joy nodded, then went back to pushing buttons with the rest of the emotions.
"Nah, dude, I think it just says a lot about Germany's presentation skills. Hey, why'd you bet with me? You don't usually do that." Canada blushed.
"Can I tell you a secret?" He asked, whispering more quietly than usual.
"Sure, bro!" Disgust raised her eyebrows.
"I'll bet you he wanted the meeting to end." She said.
"I wanted the meeting to end!" Canada whispered, acting like he'd just cursed in elementary school.
"Called it!" Shouted Disgust. Joy perked up.
"Hey, dudes, I have an idea!" He giggled. America's expression suddenly went stony.
"Whoa, dude! What if Germany's, like, super sensitive? What if he worked hours on that presentation, and he's upset now that he knows not even you liked it? Oh my God, what if he feels terrible whenever he makes a new presentation and doesn't even try anymore because he knows that no one will like it, anyway?!" America's acting skills sold it, if Canada's horrified expression was anything to go by.
"Now, for the final touch!" Joy shouted, pulling a lever.
"Whatever. It's not like any of us care, anyway. Maybe it'll be an improvement if he just writes whatever shit that automatically comes to mind!" America laughed. Canada looked like he'd just kicked a puppy.
"Hey, what's wrong, dude?" Inside Canada's mind, Fear fainted as alarms shrieked and the other emotions panicked. Inside America's mind, everyone was having a laughing fit.
"He bought it! He actually bought it!" Disgust shouted, wiping away tears of laughter.
"And people call us an idiot!" Anger agreed, shaking with amusement.
"I-I have to go!" Canada stuttered, abruptly standing up.
"You sure? Lunch is on me!" Canada shook his head.
"No, no... That's fine!" He shouted, walking very stiffly out the door.
"So... How about that sausage?" Joy asked.