"Hahahaha," England thought to himself as he positioned the chair at the top of the table. "America won't know what's hit him, now I've re-decorated the chair!" He chuckled evilly, imagining the world without America.
You see, this wasn't any chair, this was Busby's Chair, the accursed chair of Thomas Busby, a murderer from 1702. 63 people had so far died after sitting in this wretched chair, and England was determined that America would be the 64th.
****Oh my Jinxx, Busby's chair is real! www*dot*en*dot*wikipedia*dot*org/wiki/Busby's_stoop_chair ****
Hearing a noise, England darted back outside, and waited for the first few countries to file into the meeting. He could hear America's loud voice from down the corridor, lecturing some country about the health benefits of beefburgers. England shuddered and leant back in his chair, smirking. He could already taste the sweet relish of revenge and victory...
He sat up straight as America waltzed into the room, still talking loudly, and positively beamed as America lowered himself (none too gently) onto the chair. The smile disappeared as, thirty seconds later, America was still talking. How was this possible? A slight movement out of the corner of his eye caught his attention. Russia was dragging a large chair to his spot, panting with the effort of moving the chair and holding up a strip of fabric that had come undone from the back of the chair. England norrowed his eyes. That chair looked familiar.. He rose from his seat and began to yell "Noooooo!" before Russia sat down but it was too late. Russia had sat down on the chair with a sigh and had said "Ahh, that is so much better, it is so padded, America won't notice, he has enough padding on his backside already -" before the chair glowed red and disintegrated, leaving Russia in a heap on the floor, England with angry slits for eyes, and the rest of the countres staring in shock.
Finally, America stopped talking as he realised no one was listening to him. "Hey, what's up? Where did everyone go?"
England stood up. "You - you blithering IDIOT! You ruined my plans! Argh! STUPID America and this STUPID meeting!"
"Hey, England, are you alright?" China asked, stroking his panda.
"NO! LEAVE ME ALONE!" He shouted, sitting in the corner with his back to the room.
As the rest of the countries look at each other, baffled, America, trying to see what was happening, tripped over some chairs and fell over, knocking himself unconscious.
He went ignored as the other countries decided it was time to call for refreshments.
****Lol, thanks for reading 3****