America forgot who I was again, even though I'm his brother.
England called me America, so Cuba beat me up. I was finally able to tell them that I'm Canada, so then they left me alone...
So I sat at the empty conference table, because there was nothing else to do. Then, Russia came in and sat on me, even though there were dozens of empty chairs. About an hour later, he left, so I went home.
And found out I've run out of maple syrup.
Listening to: Kumakoudai ask who I am
Reading: The writing on the wall of my emo corner
Watching: my life waste away because nobody remembers me
Playing: nothing, because America took all my games
Eating: nothing, because I'm all out of pancakes
Drinking: nothing, because I don't have anything to drink...