OH DEAR GOD. Let's just say procrastinating is not a very smart thing to do.

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England was getting tired of the constant cheek Hong Kong was giving him. That boy said everything with the straightest of faces- England was sure that he was a master at covering emotions. Speaking of which, the brat never showed any feelings apart from being bored, smug, condescending or slightly annoyed. Plus, where the bloody dickens did he learn the word 'hate sex'?

While England was puzzling over his colony, said colony was slipping firecrackers down his 'father's' boots. "England," he yelled while lighting the firecrackers, "you forgot to go and buy some meat from the butchers!"

England would have avoided the impending disaster had he bothered to stop and remember that he went to the butchers just yesterday. "Thank you, m'boy," he chuckled, patting Hong Kong's head fondly.

Inside England's head, he was having a celebration. Hong Kong actually helped him! Maybe his colony wasn't so bad!

Hissss...

The sound jolted England and immediately a memory popped up (see: chapter 2). He froze, foot just about to go into one of his boots.

Check...pants? No, none. Shirt? Nothing there. Hair? Nope, cap'n. That meant...

"HOLY BRITANNIA ANGEL!" England screamed as he jumped away from his exploding footwear. His pants caught on fire. "Dog snarfling unicorn disbelievers!" he shouted and cursed, trying to extinguish the flames.

Hong Kong had this allll on tape, ready to be copied.

At the next World Conference, he sneaked in and sold them for ten bucks each.

I have been procrastinating on this chapter for over a week. Thanks to one of my friends, a boot and a tub of ice cream (don't ask), I have gotten around to finishing this. NOW, BACK TO MY 3 PROJECTS THAT I HAVE YET TO COMPLETE!