"Step right up and see the world's largest set of eyebrows!" Canada wore a colourful top hat and held a cane. America was dressed in a tutu and sparkly tights. He was cackling madly.
"You guys are cruel." England glowered down at his family. He was tied up on a stage in the freak show tent at the circus.
"Hohonhon! Tis is the best ting ee 'ave ever done." France fell over in his laughter.
"Seriously, stop it." England whined. "My arms are falling asleep."
"Then you should have got your eyebrows done when you went to the hairdresser with France the other day, dude!" America taunted.
"I wasn't the one who went with France. That was Canada." England struggled against his restraints.
"Oh great, now I'm being mistaken for England!" Canada tossed his cane down on the ground. "Although I suppose it's better than being mistaken for America..."
"What's that supposed to mean?" America chewed on a burger in insult.
"Why are you not mistaken *pour moi?" France grabbed Canada's shoulders and shook him lightly. "Why **mon Garson?"
"Because I don't really speak French that often, ***mon Père." Canada answered.
"But New France!"
"It's called Quebec now. Please stop using that name."
A figure cloaked in midnight whimpered sadly. "England! Your eyebrows are tearing this family apart!"

*for me
**my boy
***my father