England was walking down the road of London, an umbrella on top of his head. He was glaring at the floor and cursing his self for having a rainy country. He can't help it, the rain is very bothersome.
Sighing as he walked along the rainy paths, he began to sing. He whispered the lyrics gently and people began to stare. His voice is just so...bad!
People then began to run away and hide in their homes when they heard him sing. England looked at them crazily before singing again. This time, the rain started to fall harder and rougher. The lightning cackling loudly as if planning to strike. He stopped and after a few minutes the rain stopped. He smiled and opened his mouth again meaning that he will sing again. However, before he could do that, a voice called out to him, "Have mercy on us good sir for your bad singing voice is triggering the rain to weep as it's ears get hurt from hearing your voice!" England look at the origin of the voice and sighed, "Bloody Git!"
He kept walking and walking and he felt a bright light on his face. He closed his umbrella and looked at the bright light, tracing it to the sun. He smiled and started singing and before you know it, a lightning strucked and hit the pavement and just a few centimeters away from him. After that, he heard the wind say, "Stop singing!"
He huffed but kept on walking. He then made sure to not sing ever again, or else his country will suffer. However, that doesn't mean he will stop, he will just not sing when on his country but when his at America's...