Canada, being free from the punishment of house arrest for not smuggling humans into the void, went to the UN building to make sure nothing bad was happening to their humans.
"Heeeeeeeeeyyyyyyyy UNNNNNNNNNN..... so uhhhhhhh..... what are you doing with our humans?" Canada asked.
"We sent them back home..... after telling them that if they tell anyone about us that we'd have to do something drastic....," UN said.
"Ok coooooool uhhhhh hey can you let my boys out of house arrest? They kinda wanna be free," Canada said.
"Nope. They did the one thing it is required by law here to never do; let the humans know we exist," UN said.
"Well uh........... we'll make you a taco?" Canada said.
"I'll pass," UN said. Canada sighed in defeat and went back home. There, he found a bunch of readers with weapons, torches, and a duck.
"WHERES UN?!" NJ_is_gay exclaimed.
"Okay guys, calm yourselves. You don't have to beat up UN for us," Canada said.
"But-,"
"No, I'm sorry... wheres Paul?" Canada asked.
"R̸I̸G̸H̸T̸ H̸E̸R̸E̸. C̸O̸M̸E̸ W̸I̸T̸H̸ M̸E̸ R̸E̸A̸D̸E̸R̸S̸, I̸ M̸A̸D̸E̸ P̸I̸Z̸Z̸A̸," Paul said, the readers sighed and went with Paul to go eat pizza. Unless you don't like pizza, so you can just get a snack out of the fridge. Canada sat next to Mexico and America on the couch, and all three of them sighed.
"......It's Cinco de Mayo," Mexico said.
"Tequila time?" America asked.
"Tequila time," Mexico said. And so, Mexico and America turned to alcohol consumption because Cinco de Mayo, Y'know? Canada just watched in boredom.
"I remember when I used to do alcohol," Canada said.
"You don't 'do' alcohol, you drink it," America said.
"Why do you guys drink it anyway?" Canada asked.
"Fffffffuuuuuuuunnnnn?" Mexico said.
"I guess. It's not like it tastes fantastic," Canada said.
"Yeah, but like.... it exists," America said.
"Well, as long as you two don't take the whole 'drinking' thing too far..... Ame," Canada said.
"I know I know," America said. Suddenly, Pedro walked in the room, holding Mexico's shoe which was now ripped into shreds.
"Awwww look at my little baby!" Mexico exclaimed, picking Pedro up and hugging him.
"Mex.... I'm starting to think that just maybe, we should give Pedro away-,"
"WHY?!" Mexico exclaimed.
"We have too many pets! It's expensive! He's a spawn of Satan?" America exclaimed.
"He's a precious little Satan spawn and I love him!" Mexico exclaimed.
"Ok... ok... but just because you love something-,"
"OH DON'T YOU EVEN SAY THAT!" Mexico exclaimed.
"I kinda agree with Ame... we do have too many pets...," Greenland said.
"I HATE ALL OF YOU," Mexico exclaimed, before running off to his room with Pedro.
"Well........ maybe we can ask one of his states if they want Pedro?" America asked.
"Yeah... I'd feel bad giving Pedro away without Mexico's permission though...," Greenland said.
"Maybe we should just accept that our house is becoming a pet haven," Canada said.
"Sh*t!" Sailor added.
"Good point," America said.
"Well..... now what?" Canada asked.
"You wanna play a game or something? Watch a movie?" Greenland asked.
"Sure," America said. So, they watched a movie.
Meanwhile Mexico was being chased by police cars with Pedro in the backseat barking at the police officers. Mexico took off his ankle monitor and threw it out the window as an 'F u' to the police. After a bit of off-roading, he got to the ASEAN neighborhood. He broke into the maphilindo household and tried to catch his breath.
"What are you doing here?" Indonesia asked.
"I may have done something illegal and am now being hunted by several police officers.
"......of course that's why you're here... where's Canada and America?" Indonesia asked.
"Well... I kinda ran away because they wanna take my joy away from me," Mexico said, holding up Pedro.
"Oh..... I'm pretty sure your brain stopped functioning," Indonesia said.
"It did.....," Mexico said.
"Well, I guess you can chill here until the police come to haul your a** to jail," Indonesia said.
"Yeah.... thanks," Mexico said.
Mexico sat down on the couch, his head pounding, and his hand resting on Pedros back. There was no sound in the house, other than the sirens in the distance, growing increasingly closer.
