China grabbed America by the collar of his shirt and threw him onto the ground. America tried to scramble to his feet, but China kicked him in the ribs so hard, he felt a few of them crack. A searing pain shot through him, making him cry out.

"China, stop! Please!" he pleaded, clutching his broken ribs.

China kicked him again in the same area. But, he didn't stop there. He bent over and began pummeling America in every place he could reach: his stomach, his groin...everywhere. By now, America was sobbing. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get China to stop.

"Where's your superstrength, you pathetic excuse for a country?" China snarled. He stopped hitting America for a moment and straightened up, looking down at the nation in disgust.

America curled up into a ball, crying harder. China knelt down beside him and grabbed his hair, yanking his head up so America was staring into his cold, dark eyes.

"You're a pathetic country." China hissed. "You call yourself a superpower? HA! You're nothing more than a fat, stupid, meddling bully. You boss everyone else around. You raped Iraq. You're a MONSTER. If you knew what was best for you and the rest of the world, you'd jump off a cliff."

"But China, I'm trying-" America sobbed.

"Trying to what? Destroy the world? Face it, America. No one likes you. Not even your own citizens like you. DIE, America. Die."

"China, I—I thought you were my friend."

"You have no friends, you stupid Yankee. You're nothing more than a cash cow that people go to for money and military. How cute, you actually thought people like you?"

China slapped America across the face so hard, America's nose started bleeding. America tried to move way, but China backhanded him again, sending him into a renewed fit of uncontrollable sobs.

"You don't deserve to be a superpower." China growled. "You deserve to die."