Well... if you look on my profile, near the bottem is the shortened version of this.
Warning: Crack, ref to babeh making, swearing(?), OCs (Armenia, and Wales).

England was sitting sipping his tea when Armenia burst into his house. He carried a vile of... oh gosh, is that vial of white stuff what England thinks it is? Oh my gosh. Wait, Armenia is leaving. Isn't he going to say something? Maybe he is going to Greece's house to rant about what a jerk Turkey is. England noticed the letter attached to the vial. England somehow missed it...
"Open it, Iggy!" Flying Mint Bunny squealed to England, pulling a blonde strand of his messy hair.
"Stop it git, then I might read this." England replied slightly irritated.

England, I want some perfect babies. So you are to meet up with Wales and Scotland and make babies. Either you or Wales are to be the mommies. I can't, I am still too weak to push a baby out of my lovelyness. You know, that jack-ass, Turkey.

Scotland has already agreed. This is some of my lovely country essence, mix it in and make perfect babies.

"Eyebrows, you are blushing! You must tell me what the letter is saying!" Flying Mint Bunny whined.

Wales will probably be quite content with this. Thank you.

Armenia

"oh my gosh. That insolent prick how could he-"
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
"Guests! Oh Iggy! Why didn't you tell me you had guests coming over? I would have cleaned my room! Naughty naughty England!" Flying Mint Bunny chided England, quickly rushing up to his own personal room, which is stupid, because England is the only who ever seems to see him.
England rushed to the door and flung it open, standing in the doorway was Scotland, holding a vial similar to the one Armenia gave England.
"Ready?"
"No, no no no! You stupid git, never!"

Many months later England had A beautiful daughter named Lauren. England gave her to America. Two years after that, England had a son pop out of his places and named him Andrew, though the child went by Drew.* Two years after that, another son popped out. They named him Peter (Sealand got very sad, feeling as though he was beign replaced). Three years after that, a wonderful daughter popped out. Her name is Erica. I am Erica. England is my mommy.

the end.

*How can they tell Drew goes by Drew if he is a newborn. *looks at brother * nevermind, he is 16.

DONT ASK. I WAS HAVING A SUGAR RUSH.