Ummmm guys, what's wrong with America? Britain asked, looking across the table to the sandy-blonde, who was now clutching at his head and squeezing his eyes tightly shut, trembling a little.

"Awww, mon petit Alfred, what iz wrong?" France coed over America, putting a hand on his shoulder.

Alfred let oh a little squeak of protest before squirming away from the Frenchman.

"Don't touch me France. I don't need your help." America yelled, standing up and running to the corner, visibly shaking as he curled into a ball with his knees at his chest.

"Gotta get rid of him. But capitalism and the free market. But freedom of religion. The first amendment. He's such a dick!" America mumbled all this to himself in the corner, only yelling out the last sentence for the other nations to here.

"Okey this is getting freaky" Germany said with a sigh.

"Britain you know him best. How do we fix this?" The German asked in a commanding tone.

"I don't know you wanker! I don't even know what's wrong with him!" Britain barked, getting frustrated.

"Um, I think I know what's wrong." Piped up a timid voice.

"Oh, Canada. What's going on?"

A few moments later they were all crowded round the computer. All but America who was still whimpering in the corner. What they were watching was a YouTube video of a loud, clearly deranged man with a horrible spray tan, yelling about building a wall.

" so THIS man could be Americas new boss." England exclaimed gesturing to the screen with a small amount of outrage.

"Yeah it looks that way." Canada said, pushing up his glasses.

"God no wonder he's such a mess. This Trump fellow is horrible."