“Duuuuuude, __________’s gonna kill you,” America gloated between slurps of diet soda (he was trying to lose weight). He pushed a few buttons and sent a text back to the (hair color) haired girl he had been texting for the last half-hour.
England looked up from his book wide eyed and confused. “Why on earth would ________ want to ‘kill me’? What have I done?”
America chuckled darkly as he heard the sound of your car pulling up. “Duuuuuuuude…”
With a flurry of fists they heard your furious knocks at the door.
Not one of the countries living in that house opened the door.
“Isn’t someone going to get that?” Canada asked quietly from his place in a beanbag chair. Canada got up and went to the door.
Just before he opened the door, his fingers just barely brushed against the brass of the knob, America said, “It’s your funeral.
Canada opened the door and instantly a fiery eyed woman slammed the door the rest of the way open. “ENGLAND! PREPARE TO DIE!”
The poor gentleman nation screamed and ran for his life.
Armed with a katana (courtesy of Japan) you ran after England, preparing to eviscerate him upon capture. “YOU DESERVE THIS!”
“Help me!” England screamed as he ran out the back door and into a certain Frenchman’s yard. “My eyes! My eyes!” He screamed as he saw something that could never be unseen. The sight of France’s…figure was on full display.
“YOU HAD THIS COMING SINCE 2010 YOU JERK!” You screamed as you cut your way through France’s rose bushes.
England continued to run for his life.
Through Switzerland’s yard, where he and you were shot at mercilessly.
Through Germany’s yard, where you were shouted at.
And finally into Japan’s yard, where the quiet country was waiting with a katana of his own.
“You did this England-san.”
“You’re gonna pay…” you growled.
“What…what did I do?” he wheezed.
“We have to wait two more years for the next season of Sherlock,” you growled even deeper.
England collapsed. ‘Not again…’ he thought. ‘It’s the Doctor Who Incident of 1989 all over again…”