It had all started when China had decided that they should have actual treats on Treat Tuesday (they had originally named it that to get all the treaties done on Tuesdays… not that they had ever actually done that). The countries decided that each week, someone different would bring in their nation's treats/food for lunch and dessert.
And this week was Canada's turn.
"What do we have today?" France asked excitedly as Canada walked into the room with a bag full of… well, something or the other.
Canada stared at him for a moment, before answering, "Poutine."
"Great!" Italy cheered. "Poutine sounds great—erm—what is poutine, exactly, Canadie? Is it a dessert or a lunch? Or is it both? Does it have spaghetti? I want spaghetti now…"
"How could a food be both lunch and dessert?" Germany demanded. "That's a nonsensical idea! It's impossible! Besides, everyone knows that poutine is a delicacy… and Italy, your turn was last week." He blanched as his face suddenly lost all color. "I'm never going to look at spaghetti the same way again.." He muttered under his breath.
"It's lunch." Canada answered. "But it tastes pretty good good… and it's not a delicacy."
England looked astounded. "Poutine is food?" He asked in surprise. "I thought it was one of those strange brand names that America decided was 'cool'." He snorted at that, ignoring America's indignant shouts of "What do you mean that was sarcasm!? It was obviously England admiring my awesome taste!".
"Non, non." France smirked "You all don't understand! Poutine is a fancy way to say French Fries… they are proof that Canadie still favors me most out of all of you!"
"Well… not exactly…" Canada squirmed.
"Stuuupid." Switzerland exclaimed. "It's a wonderful food that uses cheese as it's main ingredient! Canada always knows the awesomeness of my country."
America scowled. "Poutine is a fast food!" He argued. "McDonalds has it!"
"No, it's definitely a way to say French Fries!" France argued.
"Cheese!" Switzerland repeated.
"It's fast food!" America shouted.
"It's all of the above." Canada's soft voice cut in.
The three turned to stare at him blankly.
"Quoi?" France demanded.
"Poutine is a mix between French fries, cheese, and gravy." Canada explained. "But it's also a fast food."
Needless to say, Canada was a strange country.