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So… Today is a good day for some sugary goods! What? Were you expecting some passionate touches between 2 characters when you read the word 'fluff' in the title?! AH! Well you’ll be disappointed! Today, I’m gonna make some of my most worldly famous sweet to share with the rest of the Nations present during our current meeting: cotton candy.
It’s fluffy, sweet and to be honest, I always wished I could sleep on a cotton candy mattress and snuggle it but don’t tell mommy England, he doesn’t allow me to have sugar passed 7.
Anyway, I brought the cotton candy machine into the meeting room, and England looked both shocked and slightly embarrassed by my behavior. If you wanted me to turn out less disappointing, maybe you should have raised me better instead of leaving me to fight France at every opportunity you got! But… Anyways 
"America… What are you doing… with that?" asked England incredulously.
"Exactly what ya think! Gotta keep up my reputation as the number one, funniest, most skilled and most welcoming country here! So, I decided to make cotton candy for everyone! And since it’s an American made delicacy, I gotta flex a little you know?"
"Oh yeah?… You sure? Can you tell me how this ‘delicacy’ of yours came to be, you smartass?" Romano cut in, sarcasm dripping from his words.
Why does he always ruin the mood? Really, that guy needs to learn how to chill.
"Surely! Well, it all started with this dentist in Tennesse in the 1890’s…"
"Testa di cavolo*! Veneziano literally had the equivalent during his renaissance era, don’t tell me this bullshit, also it’s called 'zucchero filato' which translates to 'spun sugar', not this 'cotton candy' nonesense." Snickered Romano as he was completely shattering all sense of peace, happiness and pride I might’ve felt 3 seconds ago.
"Screw you all! During the Han Dynasty, we used to make Dragon Beard which is also a fine sugar thread-like sweet. That is way before you all guys! Sure the process is different but y’all did not do anything revolutionary. You an ass!" interjected China, as if to burry me even deeper in my sorrow.
"You mean…. Mr. Morrison and Mr. Wharton lied to me?" I was literally crying. I just found out I’ve been living a lie this entire time and all they do is argue amongst themselves! Really?!
In the end, everyone got some cotton candy and as predictable as it was, England who has since given up trying to make sense out of my antics asked the following question:
“So… why change the name to cotton candy? It was just fine being called candy floss”
Here we go again…
“Dude, you don’t know what you’re talking about! First off, it wasn’t even called ‘candy floss’ at first! I used to call it ‘fairy floss’! Which was way cooler but people thought the name was way too wack and decided to call it ‘cotton candy’ since it has a cotton-like texture. Second, 'candy floss' is lame! I don’t know why you gave it that name. At least you could’ve kept fairy floss just like Australia did!”
“Sounds like a weird type of drug or something… Anyways I kept the name pretty tamed. You should be thankful.”
“Wait- what do you mean? What do the others call it?!”
Some started looking at eachother with big eyes and silent while some others snickered.
England answered
“Well, I heard Netherlands calls it sugar spider…“
“Hehe. Greece, Israel and I just wanted to goof around one day and decided to call it 'grandma’s hair'” explained Romania who seemed really amused by my indignation.
“Honhon, I just call it ‘daddy’s beard’, it rolls off the tongue better.” Stated France as he winked at me.
I’m never sharing cotton candy with anyone ever again.