America returned to the White House to see Prussia in a ball, shaking. The office was a mess.
"What happened?"
Prussia could only give one response. "Canada. He- he went berserk or something." Berserk seemed to be the right word for it: papers and office equipment were scattered around the room. Still, Alfred couldn't believe that his sweet little brother had actually done all this.
Besides, where was he now?
When he presented this question to Prussia, Gilbert shrugged his shoulders. "Downtown, maybe? Turn on the news. They probably know." As per usual, he was right. The moment America turned on the news, Matthew showed up.
"What did you guys do?"
"I tried to hook up with him and he rejected me, so I called France since, y'know, they're related, but... this kind of happened?" America squinted at his friend.
"You seem really calm."
"He'll probably get over it-" the loud sound of smashing glass cut through his sentence. "He is Canadian, after all."
It was a pretty poor argument, but that was coming from an insider's point of view. In all honesty, Canadians were hardcore. They were the reason the White House was white. Also, they happened to live in a freezing climate with moose and beavers and bears and stuff.
"Oh my god- is that a moose? Is Mattie on a moose?" Prussia stood up suddenly and proceeded to go put on his jacket. This night was single-handedly the hardest night ever. Jeez, his brother was terror-riding a moose through the streets of Washington, screeching something Canadian, and now his best friend wanted to try to stop him. Well, it'd be a nice effort. Despite the fact that he might actually end up dead on the streets, it was pretty cute.
"No, no. You can't go without me."
"Why not?"
How could this possibly be explained? "Because he's Canadian, and I'm American. You'd be trampled within the first few minutes and then I'd have to explain it to Hungary, Germany and that German version of England."
Gilbert paused. "Fine. But only because you know him better than I do and I kind of want your approval for our marriage."
Yep, sounded about right.
(Okay. This is Part Two. There should be a third one either later on today or tomorrow, which marks the end of the Canada chapter. Then we can have a filler chapter and a second prank. Hi.)
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The Inauguration
FanfictionTrump's just been elected President of the USA. So many plans, and only four years to do it. He knows Obama isn't happy with the results, so why does he look so smug at the inauguration? Shrugging it off as a nothing thing, he walks into the White H...
