Britain backed away slowly. "Shit," he muttered. Demon-America grinned again. "It's quite interesting. There is no way I could just possess a nation, but I felt him here. Weak. Human. Well, I just had to take advantage. He was about to walk off the pentegram when he was stopped, like America had been when the demon came in.
He looked down. Britain smiled. "Just some tricks I picked up." The demon sighed. "It would be very wise to let me out." Britain raised an eyebrow. "You know," the demon continued, "before I rip your heart out through your chest."
Canada trembled. The demon looked straight at Canada. "Cute. It's wise to be scared of me." He narrowed his eyes at Canada. "Ah, twins with America." Britain crossed his arms. "I suggest you get out of America before I pull you out."
The demon laughed. "You can't. Not from over there. Besides, you need to get my blood to do it. Now, let me out." Britain shook his head. The demon sighed. "Well, then, I can always yank the heart out of America." The demon ran it's nails up America's arm, making it bleed. "I have no problem doing so." Britain stiffened. "Stop. I'll let you go if you do as I ask." Canada looked at him. "What?!" He took Britain off to the side.
"Are you crazy?!" Britain sighed. "Of course I wouldn't just let him run around wearing America, but we need to know if he knows who did this to America in the first place." Canada paused. "How would he know?"
Britain groaned. "Because he's a demon! They tend to be in the loop of black magick." Canada looks at the demon in America, who smiled and waved. He swallowed, not only registering disgust, but fear. "Ok," he said quietly.
Britain walked back, Canada right behind him. "So, you obviously know that America was turned human." The demon snorted. "How was it done?" Demon America turned to look at him. "Do I look like Google to you?" Britain was taken aback. "Well, no, but I thought you might know who did it."
The demon snorted again. "Uh, no. What I do know is all of America's sad little thought and feelings," he said in a babyish voice. "Now. I told you what I knew. Let me out, or I rip his heart out." Just then, Russia came in. "Hmm," he said, taking in the demonic America.
"What are you doing down here?" Britain asked. Russia shrugged. "I had nothing else to do, so I thought I would see how it was going here. Not so well, I see." He smiled creepily. The demon raised an eyebrow. "Russia." Russia turned. "Hello. You get out of America before I beat you out, da?"
The demon actually looked creeped out. Britain had an idea. He whispered something in Russia ear, and Russia went pale. "Uh, I am not so sure that is a good idea…" Britain sighed. Russia put his hands in his pockets. "All right, I guess." It was hours before Russia came back in, but he was running in. He slammed the door behind him.
"I told you. Bad idea," he said to England. There was a hissing voice on the other side. There was the sound of scratching on the other side of the door. Everyone looked at each other in fear, demon included. "Let me in, little brother," Belarus hissed.
"What the hell….?" the demon asked. Canada backed away from the door. "T-think Russia is scary?" Canada swallowed, trembling. "T-that's his s-sister." It's bad when Russia is scared, Britain is second-guessing himself, Canada prefers the demon, and the demon is freaked out.
Russia tried to keep the locked door closed, leaning on it and looking like he would be happy to go to hell if Belarus would just go away. The door creaked, cracks forming from the pounding on the other side.