"BANG!"
England's eyes opened automatically.
He grumbled sleepily, yawned, stretched, and turned to his alarm clock.
2:30 a.m.!!!!!!
He shrieked quietly and angrily threw the covers off his bed.
"America…"
He grumbled under his breath as he made the trip down the hall, and to the kitchen door.
"I though I told that little brat to stop destroying my tea!"
England thought hotly, as a familiar scene replayed itself in his mind.
Only a few nights ago, he had found his little colony messing with his tea bags, and had been told off by the defient little boy.
"Again? Really?"
He asked himself in disbelief.
"Well, if it's a war he wants, it's a war he'll get."
Instead of just running in yelling, England had another idea up his sleeve.
He opened the door casually and walked in as if it had not been 2:30 a.m.
America stood, standing on a stool above the kitchen sink, hands full of soaking wet and damaged tea bags.
England slowly strolled to the wall adjacent to the little colony.
America watched with wide sk yblue eyes.
Maybe England didn't see him.
He had just let out a small sigh of relief when England whirled around on his heels, eyebrows bristling.
"BY THE POWER OF THE TERRIBLE AND DREADFUL DEMONS! I SUMMON YOUR MIGHTIEST MONSTER TO COME AND EAT THIS NAUGHTY BOY! COME OUT OF THE SHADOWS YOU HAGS AND WITCHES!!!"
He chanted loudly, the kitchen lights seemed to dim.
America screamed bloody murder, and raced out of the kitchen and up the stairs.
England stopped, and smiled smugly to himself.
"I don't think I'll be hearing from him for a while."
Then, he sighed wearily, and began to work on the mess.