"Do you ever think she's going to stop changing the damn cover on this book?" America asked Canada.
"Um...probably not..."
"Well...why's Russia on the current one? He's barely in the story at all..."
Suddenly a purple aura appeared behind the American.
"Oh god. He's behind me isn't he?"
"Next time you shouldn't insult my friend here." Canada then preceded to make out with Russia because a friend of the writer ships it and she thought "what the hell?!"

I've attached the current cover to this story in case I change it again.