> By the warmth of the fire.
?: How barbarous!
???: Oh, I've got a good story!
???: The story of the meteors-
??: But we all already know what happened, Statesy-
???: SHUT THE FUCK UP, CANADA.
?: America, you will not speak to your brother like that!
AMERICA: Hey, it's a good story and I like to tell it.
?: One that we lived through.
AMERICA: So anyways-
Once upon a time, there was an EARTH(TM).
It was a shitty water-and-dirtball that flew around a big yellow sun at hazardous speeds and it also had a moon.
There were plants and germs and animals on it, I guess.
Well, and there were humans.
And then, there were us.
Anyways, we liked humans and humans liked us, most of the time.
It was the year...
I don't remember, but there was some sort of game.
And then there were meteors and shit.
And well, it was the end times.
At least until houses started disappearing with their nations inside-
-funny thing is that countries like us had houses way out from major population centers because us living with humans is very dangerous for the humans, so when we entered the game-
AMERICA: Okay, dad, I know you're still sad about the British royal family-
BRITAIN: Of course I am still upset!
AMERICA: Whatever, so-
Now we are here.
No populations to keep, not even our old land to sit on.
It fucking sucks, but at least we got this cool game to play.
AMERICA: That's because you suck ass at it.
AMERICA: Just kidding luv ya canucklehead B).
AMERICA: ANYWAYS, it's been nice hanging out with you two, but I got IMPORTANT SHIT(TM) to get back to.
CANADA: I need to meet up with Greenland, eh...
BRITAIN: Can you finish your tea at least?
AMERICA: You know I don’t like that crap.
CANADA: I have to leave, sorry...
The three have parted ways, but now we must choose one to follow.
The refined, tasteful Britain.
The too-nice, polite Canada.
The loud, annoying America.