"O-ow! America! Stop it! This is not what I a-AH!" England felt the other nation's hands caress his face ever so gently. He felt the blood rush to his face, and sweat pouring down his forehead.
"S-sorry England, just hold on! We're almost done!" America exclaimed. England felt another tug of pain, this time in his stomach. He tried to push America away, but he felt America push him up against the wall, his back slammed violently against the surface. England tried to fight America's strength, but the other nation was much stronger. (Surprisingly to say the least)
"No! Please! Let me go! AH!" Another wave of pain entered England's body like a storm.
"God, England! Stop struggling!" America continued to fight England's flailing arms. After several attempts, he was finally able to pin both of England's hands down. America could see England's terror filled eyes staring straight into his. There was a silence for a moment, the only sound being the two nation's heavy breathing.
Finally England broke the silence. "You bloody bastard! You're hurting me very badly you know!"
America let out a frustrated sigh and shot England a dirty glare. "Fine, if you're going to be stubborn like this, then I have no other choice. I'm going in."
"Wait! No! No!" England tried to protest, but it was too late, America had already made his way in. He grasped America's shoulders and tried to endure the pain he was taking.
"Ah! Ngh, s-stop it! A-America! Agh!" England groaned in pain.
"I'm almost there England!" America called out, he felt it coming to an end!
"Bloody! You! AMERICA! AAAH!" England felt himself release…he felt himself release…
Blood. America backed away with the pair of tweezers carefully and examined England's new look.
The angry Britain felt his forehead and ran to a nearby mirror.
"YOU BLOODY GIT! LOOK WHAT YOU DID! M-my eyebrows…they're ruined…!" England screamed and grabbed America by the throat.
"GAGH! DUDE! GAGH, IT LOOKAGHS FINAGH!" America choked out, his words in a jumbled mess.
Before America's face turned blue, England released his grip and stomped off angrily. "I'm never going to let you pluck my eyebrows again! I knew that I shouldn't have trusted you!"
"Dude, you're the one who agreed to it. Besides, what was with all those weird sounds you were making?"
England blushed furiously and stomped away angrily without answering, mumbling curses to himself. America stood there for a moment. He watched as England walked away. He thought in his head, "I wonder how much Hungary would pay for the audio of something like that…"
Author's Note: OMG, THIS IS SO LAME, WHY DID I POST THIS. Oh well, hope you enjoyed you perverted fangirls~ I would like to give huge credit to orpheustic, the author of the fanfiction "Hot Mess" that inspired my story right here. Go read it, it's a lot like this only better written. By the way, if I made a bunch of weird grammar mistakes and whatnot, I am very sorry. My beta-reader must have not pointed them out to me. _ Any ways, have a nice day and see ya later~!