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[canadaaaa]

Alright, so, the Toronto garbage workers have finally reached an agreement

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[iseeunicorns]

[ OH BLOODY HELL WHAT IS THIS. ]

America!! Who said you could toss your trash out here?! Get this cleared up at once!

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[canadaaaa]

I'm not America.

[canadaaaa]

Ah, the CUPE workers went on strike because they weren't happy with their benefits or pay or something, and people just dumped their trash everywhere! But the workers have agreed to go back to work, I just... don't see them anywhere...

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[iseeunicorns]

Don't you start that right now, I--

[godownunderme]

What's all this doing here?

[canadaaaa]

Ahh, the Toronto city workers went on strike, eh? They say they'll work again, but...

[ Looks around... ]

I don't see them anywhere...

[godownunderme]

Probably went back home.

[canadaaaa]

[ He's getting frantic, okay, this strike's gone on FOREVER. THIS IS A LOT OF GARBAGE. ]

Then who is going to clean this up?!

[liechtentan]

... This is an awful lot of rubbish.

[canadaaaa]

Yeah, haha, sorry. My workers went on strike, and, ah...

[ Just sort of... gestures around him... ]

We were in talks for quite a while, eh?

[liechtentan]

It's alright, I understand.

[ she peers at him before smiling ]

Do you need help?

[canadaaaa]

Ah, no, I couldn't possibly ask you to help. Thanks for the offer, though!

[ Lifts up a few garbage bags, LOOK HOW HE CAN HANDLE HIMSELF!! ]

See, I can start with this!

[ Tosses them... somewhere... ]

[cubonic]

[Cuba was enjoying a stroll. Cuba was gonna take this bag of dried plantains and go and consume them while walking around the halls. Cuba was about to enjoy one but ah--what the hell!? God that smell reeks!

Wrinkling his nose, Cuba no longer looks very hungry and stares at one of the trash bags near by.

He kicks it.]

What the hell is this shit?!

[canadaaaa]

[ Oh, god, Cuba doesn't look happy. Thankfully there's a pile of trash seperating them... ]

It's, ah, my shit. Sorry, Cuba.

[cubonic]

[Loom and stare is in order, but he cannot loom very well with trash between so he just stares then kicks the bag and threatens with a sudden mood swing in a I'm going to kill you sort of fashion.]

Ugh, America! Stop eatin' so much fuckin' junk food and maybe all this shit wouldn't be 'round!

[canadaaaa]

[ Well, Canada's not gonna panic if he's not in any immediate danger. Hopefully his calm demeanour radiates Canada vibes and not AAAAHHHHH BOMB EVERYBODY!!! WHERE'S MY OIL?!?!?! and the like ]

I'm Canada. And, ah, Toronto's city workers went on strike, eh? Nothing much I could really do...

[notrussias]

[W-WHAT IS THIS MESS??!]

[canadaaaa]

[ IT'S MY MESS OK. ]

H-hey, Lithuania...

[notrussias]

[Staring at the other man for a few moments, he finally recognises him as Americas brother.]

C-Canada? Why are you...? What's all this mess?

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[canadaaaa]

Haha, you see, it's --

[ Wait, someone... ]