"Hey, England!" Prussia randomly burst into the room England was in.
England angrily looked at Prussia, who rudely interrupted his Black Magic summoning scene.
"YOU BLOODY GIT! NOW I HAVE TO DO THE SPELL ALL OVER AGAIN!" Yelled England.
"Whoa calm down England I only wanted to show you something aweso—" Prussia was cut off.
"I DON'T CARE! I HONESTLY DON'T! GO ANNOY SOME OTHER BLOODY IDIOT!" England shouted.
"But—" Prussia said quietly.
"LEAAAVE! NOW!" England threw a book at Prussia.
Prussia really don't know what he did wrong. He guessed it's because everyone hates him or something. They probably are jealous of his awesomeness. Yeah! That must be it. But, even so, Prussia can't help but think sometimes about why everyone usually yelled at him when he tried to talk to them.
Maybe they didn't hate his awesomeness. Perhaps it was something else. He stopped to think for a moment.
…And then he knew exactly what was wrong.