"Hey England…" Canada asked her brother. She went to sit besides him on the couch where he was doing work. "Who do you think is America's favorite sibling?"

"Hm…? Um, well, I don't think he'd have a favorite sibling. That's not how he is. But, I've known him the longest…" England trailed off, eyes drifting up to the ceiling. Canada glared at him.

"Oh, sure. But that doesn't mean anything, since you just said America doesn't have favorites?"

"Yes. Which is why it's odd of you to bring this up in the first place. Are you trying to start a fight?" England countered, looking straight at Canada.

"Your food sucks. America pretends to sleep in whenever you make breakfast," she spoke in one breath.

England inhaled. "Is this about your pancakes? Again?"

"Well, they taste great, and America always loves them…"

"Canada. Nobody. Gives a shit. That you can follow the INSTRUCTIONS ON THE BOX OF PANCAKE MIX!" England suddenly yelled, throwing his laptop on the ground where it snapped in two.

Canada stood back in surprise. Tears pricked at her eyes. "B-but it's not…! They're homemade!"

America entered the room. "Wait… Canada? Is this true?"

Canada jumped. "No! England's just jealous because he can't cook!"

"REALLY?! THEN WHAT'S THIS!" England exclaimed, holding out a box of pancake mix that was hidden in one of the cupboards.

America shook his head. "It looks like we don't need you anymore… All you ever did anyways was make us pancakes and say something snarky then sorry and then disappear…"

Crap, they'd figured out her ruse. This whole time she'd been spying on America as ordered by the Canadian government. Who knew that all it took to gain his trust was a boring five-minute meal? She truly felt sad for him, having to put up with England's cooking all those years. He still thought McDonald's was fine dining… England and America hounded Canada. She screamed, waking up.

Canada sat up in bed, panting and in a cold sweat. A nightmare. Besides her, the clock read 5:13am.

"Shit."

Canada climbed out of bed and went into the kitchen, pouring herself a glass of water. She opened the cabinet nobody else cared to look inside, taking the pancake mix with her into her room. On the way up the stairs, she bumped into England.

"Oh, pancakes again?" England said, smiling. "Good morning, sister."

Canada blinked. Wasn't this the moment where England yelled at her and brought her to her doom? "Um, good morning, England," Canada replied, putting on a smile. She ran up the steps and shut herself in her room. Maybe he hadn't seen the box? But that wouldn't make sense, he clearly said they were having pancakes. Unless…

America had woken up by then, and found England in the kitchen huddled over the counter.

"America. We're in danger."

America stood by his brother, wondering what was wrong. Next to the box of pancake mix was a note written by Canada.

"Urgent business, sorry! Just follow the instructions on the box, I'll be back :)"

They both went pale.

"You already know I'm not up for this kind of thing," England started.

"Nope… I'm out. C'mon, let's get McDonalds…" America said, getting the car keys.

"Sounds good."

Outside, Canada payed close attention to her brothers.

"Are you serious?"

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