England quickly rounded the corner of the hall. He spotted France stood in the doorway of his room.
"Did you find him?" he asked, his voice a mix of nerves and relief.
"Errrrm…..oui…..in a way." France replied. England looked through the doorway. The Lobster was sat on his pillow; his arms (claw arms) and antennas twitching. "How the fuck did he get up there!?" England scream-shouted. He quickly spun around to face France, whose face was somewhere between confusion and amusement. ""I Swear to God France, if you don't get that Lobster out of my bedroom, I'm gonna through your favourite hamster out of the window."
A/N: Jeez…...enjoy this one.