December 21th, 2016
Singapore
6:00 AM

"Dreamz, this is just a bad idea."

"No, this is a perfect idea. Listen, Ryan is down there, pretending to be me," at the sound of his name, Singapore glared up at the pair, his almost black hair hidden in a greasy brunette wig, wide-framed glasses sitting on his face. Malice filled his eyes as he kept his back turned to the sidewalk, trying to trick the evil individual who managed to miraculously pop in and out with the pile of obnoxious presents that he was Dreamz, "and then when the person shows up, you'll jump down and tackle him."

Cooper frowned, not really digging this plan at all. "And what will you be doing?"

Dreamz whipped a knife out. "Once you have them pinned down, I'll slit their throat."

Cooper's green eyes widened in panic. "Dreamz, no! I will not be charged with second degree murder for you!" He stated, lunging for the weapon, but Dreamz turned her back to him to keep it out of reach.

"This will be the eighth day they've come to torture me; they deserve to die!"

"No! That is not the proper consequence to the action!"

"Cooper you are no fun."

"Guys."

"What, Ryan?" They both snapped at the same time, glaring down at the bait. Singapore slowly gestured behind him with a jab of his thumb as a man in black carrying a large box approached the front of the building.

"IT'S THEM!" Dreamz screamed, shoving Cooper off the roof. "Get them! Get them!" She urged, but the Kiwi simply landed with a sickening smack on the sideway below. Singapore let out a rather feminine sounding scream as Dreamz rushed down the stairs of the building, knife pulled out. By time she reached the ground level, however, the figure in black seemed to be expecting her and was standing off to the side with their hands up.

"WHO ARE YOU MATE?" She screamed, grabbing them by the collar and yanking them down to her eye level.

Staring back at her were the violet eyes of Matthew Williams, aka Canada.

"I'm so sorry." His voice trembled as he spoke, tears filling his eyes. "He said if I didn't do it he would drop Hope in the middle of Lake Superior."

Dreamz raised a thick brow, not letting go of the knife as she leaned towards him. "If you're not the one bringing the presents, than why are you here?"

Canada shriveled away from the glare, hating being the bad guy in a scenario. "A distraction!" He cried, covering his face in shame.

Dreamz paused in realization, but before she could turn around, something rammed into her back and started violently ripping at her hair. She screamed in rage, both at being attacked and at someone touching her back, and as soon as the pressure left her, she got up swinging, hitting Canada directly in the jaw as he bent down to help her up.

"Ow!" He yelled, holding his jaw and turning away from Dreamz. Deep down somewhere she felt bad, but being as Canada was now helping this lunatic, she found it hard to be sympathetic.

She turned angrily to the attacker, which was now honking and hissing at Singapore, who must have lifted it off of Dreamz, attempted to wrestle it into submission.

"What is that?" Dreamz raised an eyebrow.

"It's a Canadian goose. The person ran out of domestic geese." Canada explained, and the three of them looked to the mess behind them. There were the seven gifts from yesterday (the geese were now grey, black, and white rather than solid white), and behind them were eight cows with farm girl milking them.

They sat in silence for a few moment, before the Canadian goose got loose and latched itself to Ryan's nose, sending him screaming and crying in a frantic attempt to get away from his attacker. The screaming of bloody murder seemed to attract the other five geese, who flocked over to Singapore, leaving their eggs and attacking the poor country.

"You know, I'm starting to give up the logic of how this person is setting this stuff up in the seconds that I have my back turned." Dreamz stated.

Canada watched her wearily. "So... you don't think it's me?"

Dreamz shook her head. "No. I know who the person is. Only one person would send you to distract and use Canadian geese to try and kill me.

"Arthur Kirkland."