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America groaned loudly and let his head smack into the table with a loud thunk.
"The one time I decide to drop cable, and of course...."
In his defence, he was a personification. Their kind sometimes forgot what day it was for weeks at a time. He shouldn't be to blame for forgetting to pay for streaming services he never used or cable he also never used.
Well, Lithuania and Japan used it when they came over. And his states. But America didn't usually have that kind of time, with all the work he had to do for his boss.
That was a problem now.
"How to watch the Olympics for free....how to watch the Olympics for free USA....how to watch olympics free reddit...."
Click, click, click.
Dammit, he didn't have time to look for his credit card (which he also never really used) in his giant house, or he'd just buy Peacock like a normal person.
"The BBC has it free--Nevermind. Dammit, England!" He grumbled. Damn England and his recent VPN crackdown. America didn't like to admit it, but the BBC had some of the best shows sometimes. Like Horrible Histories. Ameerica knew his citizens loved that one, the ones that knew of it anyways. Though he couldn't say he was as big a fan of some of the guy's other works...
"What else...? Oh, this one- nope, that's ten hours of France's fancy tower. Not it." Of course France had a camera set up to just stream his Eiffel Tower.
Click, click, click.
"Why's my VPN not working? C'mon, work, you fucking--"
Click, click.
"Who else is streaming it? NBC holds all the American rights....can't exactly break into England's channel if my VPN's not working....oh! Location. Right."
A few clicks later, and America was rubbing his hands in anticipation. The VPN screen in front of him flashed green.
"Perfect...and now..."
The DNS site loaded.
"Vancouver, yes! And now..."
The website for the Canadian Broadcasting Channel finally loaded in, and America whooped as the livestream started playing. He paused as images of skulls and a ghostly woman appeared onscreen woth the Olymoic Torch.
And then there was a French flag, via an airplane.
"Oh right. It's bloody Francr." America sighed.Who else would be this macabre?
His cellphone rang a minute later, as the Olympic torch was boated through. America checked it and oh.
"Hey, Canada-"
"Are you piggybacking off my livestream?"
"It's not my fault you guys get it for free!"
"And it was easier to get a VPN?" Canada sigher. "At least tell me you're next to the border?"
America looked out the window at the palm trees and bright summer sun that promised yet another day of Californian heat wave. The Los Angelos skyline waa visible in the distance. "Technically, yes." It was just a hundred and fifty miles away. To Mexico's border, that is. But Canada didn't need to know that.
"Whatever. Sorrry to bother, eh. Hey, did you see who's in the flag march?"
"Huh? What-" On the screen, a familiar head popped up behind a group of grinning athletes. "The hell? What are you doing in France?" America asked.
Canada snickered. "Why aren't you? Half of your territories are here. I was hanging out with Guam earlier."
"I'm flying over for the closing ceremony. Isn't your country on fire?"
"...right. Well, keep an eye out- I think France got a spot in a couple of the performances."
America eyed the screen. "Is he dancing around Lady Gaga?"
Canada laughed awkwardly. "Yeah....and a few more. Oh, Greece is with his group, and I think I saw Austria on the list to play something during the march. Well, have fun!"
He hung up. America stared at his phone, then laughed.
"Thank fuck Canada at least broadcasted in English." He snickered as he leaned back in his chair, reaching over to grab some chips as onscreen a reenactment of the French Revolution played out.
This would be a fun day.