-If you don't know what My Immortal is, Google it now.-
It had been years since the atrocity had been written and America had long ago decided that it was a troll. There was just no way in hell that this was serious, that somebody could actually write this thinking it was good! It had to be a troll. It had to be. So America spent what time he could trying to find out who Tara Gilesbie was. If it had been an American he would have known so he decided to call in a few favors from other nations but so far he hadn't had any luck.
After a while he gave up until one day he was walking down the hallway, business as usual, when he stumbled upon someone's office. The door was open and the computer was on, facing the entryway. But what he noticed was what was on the screen. He stopped dead in his tracks; it was the website that hosted the entire fic. Curious, America stepped in and investigated. A look through the bookmarks had unearthed a number of sites dedicated to the fic and then he looked down at the browser and saw a Word document. He gasped in terror as he saw that the document was titled "My Immortal 2: Fangz 4 De Venom". Further inspection revealed that the original "My Immortal" was also there.
Horrified, America ran out of the office only to be stopped as he slammed full force into a wall of flesh and clothes. America backed up and saw that it was Russia, and this was his office. His office.
"What are you doing in my office, America?" Russia asked seemingly innocently.
"You, you." America hissed. "What have you done?"
"I do not know what you are talking about." Russia replied, faking ignorance.
"Did you write 'My Immortal'?" America finally just straight out asked.
"Oh, America," Russia began. "Did you like it? I was sure you were too much of a prep to be into my totally goffik fic."
America's sharp intake of breath was one of horror, his mind racing, hoping this was all just a terrible nightmare.
"I see you did," Russia said then, suddenly too close and looming over the smaller nation. "If you liked it so much then maybe we can make out keenly and then you can put your thingie into my you-know-what."
It was too much, America bolted from the door, screaming like a little girl only much, much more terrified. Russia could only laugh hysterically as he sat back down at his computer, suddenly struck with inspiration to continue writing his sequel.
A/N: I've decided that I'm going to continue this, but I don't know when or for how long but keep an eye out for chapter two!