America and Canada Switch Bodies

Chapter 2: The Meeting

 The two dashed to the meeting. They were a bit late. "America?! Where were you?!"  China yelled. Canada winced. "Sorry, my alarm didn't go off this morning." Everyone went silent, even France and England stopped fighting. "Did he just say sorry?" England whispered. Canada shot America a dirty look.

 At the meeting, everyone was yelling, Canada could barely hear himself think. "Psst, Mat- Er, Al," America whispered. "Break it up. Make everyone stop fighting!" "Oh, uh, I'll try." Canada replied. "EVERYONE!" He yelled. Everyone looked at him. He sweat dropped "Uh, could you guys stop fighting please? Maybe we could find a solution that everyone agrees with." "America, why are you being so polite? Did you break something? Did you do something bad? Or are you just acting your age? Also, where are your burgers you always eat?" England asked.   "Uhhhhh, I don't know." Canada said. And with that, the meeting went on. "Hey, Canada, why can I see through myself?!" America said in a hushed whisper.  Canada sighed. "I'm ignored a lot." Canada watched in silence as everyone quarrelled. "Hey, America! What's up with your eyes?" France asked. Oh no. They had seen. "What?" "What's up with his eyes?" "Can I see?" Everyone asked. Canada put his head on the table and closed his eyes. He didn't feel so good. Also, it was an excuse for them not to see his eyes. He accidentally fell asleep. When he woke up, the meeting was over and saw America snickering. "What?" He asked sleepily. America gave him a mirror. He gasped and dropped it. "Maple!" He shrieked. "Great! Now 7 years of bad luck." He mumbled, picking up the shards of glass. When he was asleep, the other countries had drawn on his face. Stuff like

"Don't fall asleep, aru!"  "American Wanker!" "France Wuz here ohonhonhon." "Kolkolkol" And a drawing of England's eyebrows.  

 He rushed to the bathroom, and washed the marker off. Unfortunately, it was permanent, and you could still see it faintly. So, he grabbed some nail polish remover and scrubbed it off until you couldn't see it. "Maple! Now my face hurts." Canada muttered. America laughed. "Ha! That's why you don't fall asleep at meetings! And could you hold Kuma-Whatchmacallit? My arms hurt." Canada took Kumajiro from America. "Who are you?" It asked. "I'm Canada." He whispered in his ear. Kumajiro looked confused. When they were at America's house, they ate dinner. "...No pancakes?!" Canada squealed in disappointment. "Nope. Only fast food." America grinned. Canada took a hamburger and ate it. (I'LL TAKE A POTATO CHIP, AND EAT IT!) "I think we should go talk to England." Canada whispered. America spat out the 4 whole hamburgers he was eating. "WHAT?!"