America collapsed on his couch, exhaustion flooding through his veins. Running a country truly was difficult, how did everyone else manage it so easily? God, the paperwork was a nightmare, and so many matters needed to be taken care of. Any human would have likely broke down from so much stress, work, and pressure. 

Just as his eyelids drooped shut, loud banging on the door startled him wide awake. Groaning, he went to the door to open it, wondering what could possibly be the matter now. Opening the door, he was met with a fuming, tall, intimidating red head who seemed to be actually shaking from rage. Scotland.

Instantly nervous, America plastered on a wide grin. "Hey! What-" His question was cut off by Scotland's attempted murder by strangulation. America sputtered, trying to pull away the Scotsman's iron grip around his neck, but in vain.

"AH I WANTED TO DIE BY CHEESBURGERS NOT LIKE THIS!" yelled America after some time, causing Scotland to stop, relaxing his grip slightly, and giving him an incredulous look. "WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" He roared after a few moments, continuing his murder.

"I DON'T KNOW, I ASK MYSELF JUST THAT EVERY SINGLE DAY!" America replied, despite the rapidly decreasing oxygen he was getting.

"Mr. Scotland, please stop strangling my brother." A soft voice asked from behind them, slightly accented. If one were to look, they would struggle at first, but then see an America look-alike, with the sole difference of eye color and hair in terms of appearance.

Once he realized who it was, Scotland calmly said; "No can do, laddie." Much to the despair of America, who proceeded to cry out; "GODDAMNIT SCOTLAND!"

"Mr. Scotland please, I understand he did something stupid, but can we at least know what he did? Then you can kill him appropriately." Canada reasoned calmly, sighing slightly, wondering what had his troublesome twin done now.

Scotland chewed on this, before realizing the Canadian nation actually made sense and was right about this, so he let go of America, who instantly gasped for air, running to hide behind his twin. "Fine. When this cunt here declared independence from my wee brother, he hadn't, not even once, thought about the effect of it." He snapped, confusing both North American brothers.

"Eh?"

"What's that supposed to mean? Dude, you gotta be a bit more specific."

"He ended up in the hospital because of severe depression!"

"What?! Why didn't anyone tell me?!

"You were supposed to at least-"

"Uh, could we please stop fighting? That won't get us anywhere. Um, hello? Gentlemen, please. No, don't pull his hair. Please don't punch him. Oh God..." And so, poor Canada had to watch as the two livid nations had a rather childish brawl.

This carried on until the two nations disappeared from sight, making Canada's eyes widen, tilting his head in confusion. "EH?"