Mexico and Canada were hanging out in Arctic's living room, half watching a movie, drinking hot chocolate and eating donuts. Canada had said something sassy, sending both of them into a laugh attack, which subsequently turned to crying, for there is a fine line between the two.
"Why are we cryinggggg," Mexico cried.
"I dunnoooo let's blame it on the movie," Canada cried.
"Yeah F*CKING JAZZ PIANISTS!!!!" Mexico shouted at the TV, which was playing the movie 'Soul'. Mexico started crying more. "Ames a jazz pianist," Mexico cried.
"You need to stop thinking about him like he's your ex boyfriend or some sh*t he's just an idiot friend," Canada said.
"YOU WOULDNT UNDERSTAND! Do you have a bro?!? I don't think so!" Mexico shouted.
"Ok! Ok! You need to forget about him! You're a strong independent man! You need to get rid of everything that makes you think of him," Canada said.
"But I'd have to get rid of you and I don't wannnnaaaa," Mexico cried.
"Ok, fine. You know what always makes me feel better?" Canada asked.
"What," Mexico asked.
"Bubble bath. I'll get it ready for you," Canada said.
"Isn't that for girls thoughhhhh," Mexico whined.
"Oh curb your weak a** masculinity and take care of your godd*mn hygiene for once," Canada said.
"Why are you so sassy when you're sad?!" Mexico exclaimed. Canada shrugged.
"I just am, now go get yourself some sparkling water in a champagne glass, we're on that bourgeois sh*t today," Canada said.
Meanwhile, Texas and Quebec were hanging out near the garden in the backyard. Texas was working on the garden, because none of North America wanted to and he figured if he was living in this house he might as well contribute to it. Quebec was sitting on a nearby bench keeping Texas company, holding a parasol because he's just cute like that.
"I can help if you want... I feel bad just watching as you work," Quebec said, watching as Texas was picking strawberries from the garden.
"Ah, don't worry about it! I'm just glad you're hangin out with me, it's a bit hot out though, so don't feel bad if you wanna go back inside," Texas said.
"Well what about you? You're working in the garden with no shade in jeans and a flannel. Have you even taken a water break?" Quebec asked.
"Oh yeah, water... heh, I don't have one, but I think I'll be fine," Texas said. Quebec sighed and stood up. He went inside and got Texas a bottle of water. When he went back outside, he saw that Texas had taken off his flannel and tied it around his waist. Quebec handed Texas the water and tried not to be gay. Texas drank all of it in one go.
"I think you should take a break. Just sit down for five minutes," Quebec said.
"No, I'm fine, really-,"
"I'm not asking you, I'm telling you," Quebec said. Texas sighed and sat down next to Quebec. Quebec handed Texas a towel to wipe the sweat from his face and chest.
"Thanks Quebec, I'm real glad we're friends now. You're a great guy," Texas said. Quebec smiled.
"I guess we are... you don't have to compliment me so much... you don't have to compliment me to make me like you or anything," Quebec said. Texas smiled.
"I know, I'm complimenting you because I like you, not to get you to like me," Texas said. Quebec sighed.
"Well... thank you for that," Quebec said.
