"Happy birthday Mattie!!" America yelled, hugging his brother tightly.
"Thanks by." Canada smiled. "And happy birthday to you in case I miss it."
"Thanks dude!"
"Honhonhon! Mon Garson! I brought you a present!" France announced.
"Really? You didn't have to."
"Non. You are a hundred and forty eight years old. You need a present."
"Alright let's see-"
Suddenly Prussia fell from the ceiling wearing a plaid shirt tied up to his chest and a tiny denim skirt. He carried a chainsaw and gave Canada a smouldering look.
"Papa no!"
"Papa yesssssss!" America burst into tears of laughter.
"Canada! Wanna come haul my wood?" Prussia asked.
"Help!" Canada shrieked.

Lumbersexual was a thing here once. I don't know if it still is but it resulted in me shipping Susan Kent with barnabas pine. This will probably be posted way late because I'm back home but I'm currently writing this on July first so it's accurate where I am. Sorry for the delay. It's probably freaking September by now.