"Yo, (name)!" your American friend called from outside your window. "Get the hell down here already! We're going to that new restaurant up the street!" "Calm down, bro!" you bellowed back. "It's only one o'clock!" You, Canada and America had planned to go to the new restaurant called The Delicious Joint on the day it opened. Since it was the first of its kind to be opened, America just had to check out what kind of food they served. Canada was curious too, so he decided to come along. The three of you then went on your journey to the restaurant once you changed.
When the three of you got there, you placed your order and sat down at a table three metres from the counter. Just as you were about to sit down, Canada's hand forced you down into the chair. You looked up from your friend's painful grip on your shoulder to his face which was contorted into a scowl. "You did this," he growled as he pointed a pistol at the back of your head. "Canada?!" you s