"HAHAHA! Alright dudes, this meeting is over!" The eight countries stood up and stretched while chatting to one another, getting ready to leave the meeting room. America excitedly blabbered at England, who was clearly annoyed.
"America! Would you ever shut your bloody mouth?!" England snapped at America. "Woops! Sorry about that!" he laughed back. Sighing, England just walked out of the room, America following close behind. Back in the room, Germany is lecturing Italy about how he should stop bringing strays in the meeting, while Japan quietly stands beside China, who is cautiously chatting with Russia. France is flirting around for no reason, though he soon prances out of the room. In just a few minutes, the remaining countries stop what they are doing and leaves the room also. Now, with the room totally quite, a man in a long coat with black clothes slowly steps out.
Observing the room, he mumbles to himself, "So these folks are considered countries…" After one quick glance at the meeting hall, he quickly opens a window and jumps out, cleverly remembering to close the window. And now, once more, the room is empty and quiet for the rest of the day…
The next day, at America's house, a big ruckus is going on. America is shouting at England to get out of his kitchen, then he starts laughing suddenly and says that he is the "hero!". England gets annoyed at America and tells him to get out and let him cook, though a cloud of smoke is beginning to gather on the ceiling. "Oh, bloody wanker! Just get the bloody hell out and let me cook for once!" "HAHAHA I, the hero, will not let you cook cruddy food in my place! HAHAHAHA!" Getting too annoyed to even think straight, England admits defeat and walks out into the living room. Right after he slumps down onto a couch, he notices France is sitting in another couch across from him, and he had no clothes on. Horrified, England shouts, "FRANCE! FOR BLOODY SAKES GET SOME CLOTHES ON!" Looking disappointed, France replied," You have finally noticed me! Why don't you just have some sexy time with me, oui?" Disgusted, England only got up again and walked out the door. Taking a deep breath of fresh air, he walked home, remembering to finish his documents needed for the next meeting.
Just before he entered his house, he heard some rustling in the bushes. Thinking that it was only one of France's pet rabbits, he went over to investigate. Looking through the bush, he noticed nothing in the bush. "Well, fancy that." England muttered. He picked up a pocket knife that was just lying there. Shrugging, he put the knife in his pocket and walked into his house. After the door shut, the strange man, dressed in the long coat and black clothes, stepped out of the trees and observed quietly. Nodding a bit, he jumped back into the trees and slyly ran through the woods, leaving not a single track nor noise.