England was annoyed...
It was America's turn...
To host the meeting...
But he still did not come...
Even after a hour of waiting!
-What is the bloody hell the git is doing?-England said, in annoyance. He was "asked" to go and check out on the wanker.-Was it so bloody hard for him to answer my calls?!
And so...
England had no other choice...
But to go to America's house...
And he hated every bit of it...
When he finally got there...
-...America...?-England said, in slight alarm and concern. The front door was opened, it was dark inside and the atmosphere was ominously eerie.-...America, are you here...?-He asked, more worried now. The silence and the darkness around him, felt wrong on many levels.-America, can you hear me...? America...?!
And so,
England ran around the house...
Frantically searching for America...
As he was fearing the worst...
...
Then,
He found himself in a room...
Scattered with broken furniture...
All around the floor...
-...America...?-England asked in slight concern, as he saw America sitting on the ground in the middle of it.-...America, is everything okay...?-He asked again, but America continued to ignore him. Why was the git not answering him...? Why was...?-America, what the bloody hell are you doing?!
As he walked towards him...
He saw that America...
Was cutting himself...
Over and over...