So, basically, I was watching "South Park," when this came up in my head... Be very afraid.
APHAPHAPH America went into Canada's house, uninvited, and kind of suddenly. "Hey, Mattie. What are you up to?" He closed the door with his foot and sat on the couch, while munching on potato chips.
"Hey, Al. I was just trying to write some new jokes for my comedy routine."
"Comedy?" Since when were you telling jokes?"
"Forever. You just didn't pay any attention... No body did..."
"Who are you?" Canada's little, white bear asked.
"I'm Canada..."
"Well, d'you wanna do something? I'm bored, and Tonny doesn't want to do anything."
"Sorry, but I really need to work. I haven't written a good joke in over a week."
"Since when were you into writing jokes for the public?!"
Canada sighed. "Well, I was hoping that telling funny jokes would make me more noticable."
"Well, maybe I can help you."
"I normally work alone..." 'But, I suppose that, if Alfred is involved, I would be noticed...' "Well, alright. I guess I can try working with someone else, for once. I've been working on one- "why does a squirrel always swim on it's back? To keep his nuts dry."
"No, that's not funny. Try something funny."
"Um... Well, a fireman and a Polack are-"
"No. If we do a religious joke, people would freak out."
"Ah, right..." Canada crumbled the sheet of paper up in a ball and tossed it over his shoulder.
Hours later, and there's more crumbled up sheets of paper on the floor.
"...So the pope-"
"Did you forgot what I said about religious jokes?"
"Oh, right..." That sheet of paper joined the others on the floor. He was about to give up.
He stood up and sighed. "I'm going to get something to snack on."
"'Sounds good..." Alfred tipped the potato chip bag that he had earlier. A few crumbs fell onto his chest. He sighed and looked towards the desk Canada was sitting behind. "Holy shit, a black widow!"
A little, black spider was walking across the table. Kumajirou smacked it with a rolled up newspaper that he magically got BY THE POWER OF THE AUTHOR, thus, killing it.
"K-Kumajirou! You might have saved my life!" Canada walked in with a plate of fruit.
"Who are you?" Kumajirou asked.
"I'm Canada..." Canada set down the plate of fruit and sat down on his desk again.
"No offense, Matt, but if I'm trying to be creative, I can't be eating fruit. Don't you have something GOOD to eat?"
Canada sighed. "There might be some fishsticks in the freezer, if like fishsticks..." It suddenly hit Canada. "Wait a second, do you like fishsticks?"
"Yeah, they're okay. I really do prefer fish from..."
"Yeah, yeah. I know. So, you like putting fishsticks in your mouth, is what you're saying..."
"Basically. That's how you eat, right?"
"So... What does that make you, a gay fish?"
"What? What are you..." America took a second to think about it. "Oh my God, now I get it! Fish-dicks! That's funny at fuck, dude! We have to tell everyone that joke!"