The ginger grinned red staining his teeth. he took another sip of the red liquid in the clear whine glass. it made Francis gulp. he gave a quick glance over to Arthur, the ginger's other half's mother. he was cowering in the corner naked and covered in blood. america lay in a glass box looking to be forever asleep. Francis' gaze became an angry one as he returned it to the ginger sitting on the throne, glaring harshly at him.
the ginger's eyes sparked. the blue pupils surrounded in a sea of black. not a speck of white is seen in the black sea and blue orbs. "Cherokee... Why?" Francis asked only to have the bull whip the ginger held in his hands wrap around his neck and start to strangle him. "my name is Serial!" the ginger shouted as the blonde's eyes rolled behind his head and he fell to the ground dead. next stop... spain..
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