Another thing that always seems to happen when America is around?
America Makes England Spill His Tea
England giggled evilly as he taped saran wrap over the last exposed part of his house. He was finally done! Never again would that bloody American make him stain any of his items with tea. And with his recent investment in an oversized water proof jacket, his clothes would be just as safe as his house. The doorbell rang. England jumped in surprise, then hurried off to answer the door. His visitor was America, who bounded in house cheerfully before looking around.
"England..?"
"Yes, America?"
"What happened to your house?"
"I covered it in saran wrap."
"Yeah, I noticed. But why?"
"It's simple really. You see-"
"Did the fairies tell you to do it?"
"As a matter of fact, the fairies did not tell me to do it, but they seemed to agree that it was a good idea."
America placed his hand on England's forehead. "That's funny. You don't have a fever... So you've finally cracked."
"I beg your pardon?"
"You finally lost it."
"I've not lost anything, thank you very much, I merely covered all my belongings in saran wrap to protect them from you and your tea spilling powers."
"What?!"
"Come into the kitchen. I'll show you."
America warily followed England into his kitchen, staring in awe. England hadn't missed a single inch of his house. "I don't get it", he said as England started to boil some water.
"Just wait. You'll see."
"I get to watch you drink tea?"
"Oh, I'm not going to drink it."
"Then why are you bothering to boil the water?"
"Because shut up."
They stood in silence until England finished making the tea and poured some into a cheap teacup.
"Okay. Now say something American. Think carefully."
America pondered England's request. His eyes lit up and he took a deep breath. "REMEMBER THE ALAMO!"
The teacup flew out of England's hand and shattered against the floor, sending tea and porcelain shards flying everywhere. "See? With the saran wrap, everything in my house remains protected!" He then started to laugh hysterically.
Wide-eyed, America backed out of the room and made a mad dash for the door, nearly smacking into France, who had hoped to slip in quietly and maybe molest England while he wasn't paying attention. "He's lost it!", yelled America as he headed to his car. "Lost it I tell you!"
France ignored him and went in anyway. "Angelterre? What happened to your house?"