Y/N sighs as she grabs yellow rubber gloves and a cleaning spray to clean up the kitchen. She's barely starting the work and can't even imagine finishing the rest.
"This kitchen is so hard to clean! If only there was an easier way..." Y/N whines.
"Hi I'm America, Say goodbye to daily stains and dirty surfaces with new Kitchen Gun!"
The sound of gunshots fills the house as America fires off rounds into the kitchen.
"New kitchen gun! Sparkles like new!" America shouts with laughter. "Yeah, all clean again! Sparkles like, sparkles like new! I LOVE YOU KITCHEN GUN!" America continues his shouting as Y/N runs into the living room to find cover.
"Just three shots from Kitchen Gun," three gunshots ring out, "Say "Goodbye", dirt!" America shouts in triumph before laughing.
"Yeah, all clean again," Y/N mumbles from behind a sofa.
"Sparkles like, sparkles like new!" America chants.
"This sink is filthy," Australia says as he walks into the chaos unfurling.
"But just three shots from Kitchen Gun..." America explains as he fires three more rounds. "And it sparkles like new!"
Australia nods in amazement as America guides them to the restroom with Y/N trailing behind cautiously.
"Look at how it cleans this greasy hob," America says before firing yet another set of three bullets. "Goodbye, dirt!"
"Grubby tiles?" Australia asks as America smiles and fires more rounds.
"I LOVE YOU KITCHEN GUN!" America shouts with glee.
"This kitchen is so hard to clean, If only there was an easier way," France wonders aloud from the second kitchen. America perks up and rushes towards France with Australia trailing close behind. "America what are you-" France begins to ask but is cut off by a round of gunshots.
"New kitchen gun! Sparkles like new!" more laughter from America.
"Yeah, all clean again! Sparkles like, sparkles like new!" Australia cheers. France looks at the disaster in distress before glancing at Y/N who is shell-shocked.
"Y/N-"
"I LOVE YOU KITCHEN GUN!" America shouts as he fires more shots. France jumps to join Y/N in hiding behind a sofa once more.
"Just three shots from Kitchen Gun," Australia says as he shows America demonstrating.
"Say 'Goodbye', dirt!" America laughs, firing more shots.
"Yeah, all clean again! Sparkles like, sparkles like new!" Australia cheers with glee.
"What the bloody hell is happening here!" Britain shouts as he walks down the stairs to see both kitchens absolutely demolished. New Zealand & Canada follow Britain down the stairs in a stunned silence.
The sink is sprung open as water gushes out, tiles shattered and splayed throughout the entire kitchen. America stands there with his gun as Australia smiles sheepishly.
"Oh," America says as he hides the gun behind his back and whistles. Britain face palms as he stares at America in un-amusement.
"I already saw the gun United States of America, there's no point attempting to hide your being at fault," Britain says coldly as America sighs and relaxes his arms to be at his sides.
"New Zealand, can you shut off the water please?" Britain asks as New Zealand nods and runs to the closet to turn off the water. "Canada, can you," Britain trails off as he doesn't see Canada, "where did Canada go?" America shrugs as Australia horribly attempts to stifle his laughter. "What in the queen's name has you laughing at a time like this Australia?" Britain asks in exasperation. All Australia can do is point behind Britain. Britain turns around only to freeze in shock at the sight before him.
There standing in the middle of the living room is Canada holding a microphone with the spotlight suddenly on him. His hair glistens in the light as his suit flatters his figure wonderfully. Y/N and France sit on the sofa to watch his performance in amazement.
"We're no strangers to love," Canada starts to sing, "You know the rules and so do I."
"Do I?" Y/N asks softly.
"A full commitment's what I'm thinking of. You wouldn't get this from any other guy. I just wanna tell you how I'm feeling, gotta make you understand," Canada sings with his voice lower than usual. Abruptly pulling a top-hat from the air, he places it on his head and begins to dance. "Never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down, never gonna run around and desert you. Never gonna make you cry, never gonna say goodbye, never gonna tell a lie and hurt you."
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Get rickrolled
April fools!
Word Count: 696
A/N: I'm normally rather sentimental, but I wrote this in an hour. Happy April Fools!
