"Good afternoon, everybody..." America ahemed softly. "Um... I think we should start the meeting soon..."
"You think?"
There was a moment's pause as America thought. "I mean... we're starting the meeting now... because... I said so."
Britain looked slightly bewildered. "You're a bit off today. Did you catch another cold?"
"Uh, no, he's fine," Canada intervened, and then he coughed. "Must've caught mine."
"Err, right. Canada..."
"Yeah?"
"Something seems different about you, too."
"Oh, Angleterre~!" France flounced into the room merrily. He looked at America oddly as he stopped. "Hm? Canada, what are you doing copying America's terrible fashion sense?"
America ahemed again, avoiding France's gaze, and Canada slid into his view. "What d'ya mean? I'm right here."
"Oh, please. You think I can't tell you apart? Your faces may be similar but only my colonie douce inherited these gorgeous locks." France gushed, petting his own hair.
"Ah, man!" America, dressed as Canada, dropped Kumojirou and shook his head, his cowlick pushing up through his combed fringe. "Dude, I told you you should've straitened your hair!" Canada sighed in response.
Britain looked between the two, slightly perplexed. "Did I... miss something?"
"Just get out of that hideous attire soon, s'il cous plaît," and France flounced away.
There was a short silence before Canada ahemed once more. "My voice... I think I spoke too-"
"Who're you?"
America noticed the bear looking up at him. "Me? The HERO, of course!"
STAYING IN CHARACTEEEERRRRR!
...It's not easy.