Germany just walked into the bathroom to wash his hands. It is still a pandemic after all. As he was washing, the sink started making a gurgling sound. Being a naturally good engineer, he turned the water off, hoping he could maybe fix what was making the noise. Those hopes were shattered when he saw a thick, red liquid oozing out of the drain.

"Vhat the hell..." he mumbled.

Then the toilet started shaking, drawing his attention that way. It was bubbling and overflowing. As more water started flooding out, so did a hand, followed by another. The two hands gripped the bowl and pulled up the rest of the attached body. "Hi ya, Germany…" America said. "Aren't ya gonna say hello?" His hair was stained red, with what Germany hoped was hair dye, but assumed was blood. His skin was much paler than usual, almost white, with the same color red around his mouth and nose.

"VHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM! I HAVEN'T OPENED MY BORDERS TO YOU FOR A REASON! GET OUT OF MEIN TOILET!"

America smiled. "They vote. They all vote, Germany, and when you're down here with me, you'll vote, too. Everything down here votes."

"You vant me to vote?" Germany said, trying to hold back his anger. "Okay, but answer this first. Are you willing to denounce white supremacists?" America stared blankly at him. "Right here, right now, denounce vhite supremacy. You dont support them, right?" Slowly, the questioned country looked shocked and pushed the toilet's handle to flush himself back down the drain without an answer.

Germany sighed, looking at the mess around him. "Of course, the year Oktoberfest is canceled, this scheiße starts happening…"

"It's Oktober so he has officially moved from being on fire to being a complete and utter psychopath," Germany said. In front of him was a small gathering of the countries closest (socially, not geographically) to America.

France nodded. "Oui, a total psycho. He tried to stab me in my shower."

"Knowing you, you'd probably like that," Britain muttered.

With an obnoxious laugh, France smiled coyly. "You know me so well, mon cher~"

Groaning, Canada put his head in his hands "I can't believe this has been happening every four years and we can't do anything about it! And it's been getting worse and worse, and and..." Canada started crying. Mexico comforted his crying brother.

"Do you think America would recognize me in this?" Italy asked. He was wearing a dark green astronaut-like crewmate suit with a little italian flag in the corner. "The hospital recommended it for breathing, but maybe he won't try to kill me if he doesn't know who I am~"

"Maybe," Germany said. " America does only tend to target countries that he recognizes…Which thankfully is way less than it probably should be..."

Britain sighed. "I already have enough on my plate with how 2020 is going, and for some reason Poland keeps insisting I bombed him recently, but I haven't done anything like that since WWII. I don't have time to deal with Ameri-"

Suddenly the sound of static fills the room, cutting him off. It was coming from an old TV in the corner, which turned on by itself. They all looked to the TV to see America crawling out of it, dripping wet. "Well, well, well," America cooed after he climbed out. He teleported into the middle of the other countries, scaring most of them. Standing there, now dryer, with a huge smile he continued "What have we here? A secret meeting, huh? Ooo, I'm really scared."

"A-america, you don't know any black magic… How did you-" Britain mumbled.

"You're the worst country," America hissed at him, interrupting his sentence. "There's nothing smart about you, Britain. I hate to say this, but LOW I Q"

Britain looked genuinely distraught at the insults. "Pardon!," France said. "Zat is no way to talk to-"

"I don't have to listen to you. I pulled out of the Paris Agreement because of you. Because you did a poor job. If I thought you did a good job, I would have never left. And now the world would burn," America interrupted again.

"Vill you shut up, America? This is so unpr-" Germany started, but was interrupted.

"I don't wear masks like you do. Every time someone sees you, you've got a mask. You could be speaking 200ft away from everyone and you show up with the biggest mask I've ever seen," America said.

America swiveled to face Canada, who called somebody. "Please hurry, ay," Canada told whoever was on the other side of the phone. America kicked the phone out of his brother's hand.

"Will you ever stop this malarkey! Your healthcare plan is radical, only covering everybody, what about people with pre-existing conditions, I love pre-existing conditions!" America told him. Canada started crying even harder, for multiple reasons.

Next to Canada was Mexico. America's smile became more sinister as he continued. "Who built the cages? You filled the cages! You always bring crime, drugs, and coyotes. Now we have as strong of a border as we've ever had and you've still never paid at all"

Next in the circle was Russia, smiling as innocently as ever. "And you," America said, addressing the large country, about to insult him too, but America stops himself. "You're doing great, buddy! You'll help me win again, right?!"

Russia nodded. "Da, I can't stop myself from interfering"

"Sounds good, by the way, there's a fly in your hair," America said. He looked to China. "You're also gonna be in on it."

China smiled. "Don't worry, I have already started. Don't forget to pick up your laptop."

"Lastly, you." America turned to Italy, who was shaking like a leaf.

The pasta-loving country screamed. "I surrender! I'm scared enough already! You can have anything you want! With the virus and floods I just don't want anything else bad to happen to my people!" he cried.

America stared at him. "I was going to say that I have no idea who you are, and that I liked your costume, but surrendering is pretty sus, soooo…" He pulled a gun out of his clown pants and cocked it. "I think I'm gonna have to eject ya, Imposter!" He aimed the gun at Italy's head.

From behind him, the gun was stolen out of America's hand. Turning his head practically 180 degrees, he faced the thief. It was none other than Germany.

"America, I know you're going through a 'rough election' right now, but zis is too far! Even for you! I vill take whatever action necessary," he glanced at Britain and France, "as long as I am legally allowed to," he looked back at America, "to stop you if this gets too out of hand."

America narrowed his eyes at Germany. "Oh Germany, you know our history." He said, his voice echoing. "I'd roast you but you've proven to be better with ovens" He blinked, but when he reopened his eyes they were yellow, with brighter yellow, red outlined pupils. "Now be a good little country and hand back that gun."

Germany stood there, frozen, utterly confused, and a bit horrified, at what was going on.

Suddenly, the doors got kicked open, stealing everybody's attentions. Israel stood in the doorway, dressed as a rabbi, a star of David in hand. "So, Lucifer, you took over my most powerful ally, huh? Not to be stereotypical, but I'll make you pay!" she said.

America smirked and started walking closer to the middle eastern country. "Oh my, what an excellent day for an exorcism. Go ahead, try your worst. I'm the only reason you still exist"

Taking the offer, she held up the star of David to America's face. "I cast you out! Unclean spirit! The power of the Lord compels you! THE POWER OF THE LORD COMPELS YOU!"

Those words made the possessed country's eyes glow even more yellow. He grabbed his head in what seemed like pain, and started screaming so loud that all the countries flinched, making them close their eyes and cover their ears. When they all opened their eyes back again, America had seemingly split into two people. One was normal America, well as normal as he could look still dressed as a clown, and the other seemed to be a demon. Satan himself.

"Sacre bleu…" France mumbled.

"It really is the apocalypse," Canada said.

Mexico nodded. "And you thought I was kidding."

Italy jumped behind Germany. "It's the Devil! Grandpa Rome told me if this ever happened again I'd have to say goodbye to everything I've ever loved! Goodbye Germany, you were my bestest friend ever!"

"But I didn't even do anything occult this year!" Britain said

Germany pointed America's stolen gun at the demon, but it just rolled its eyes and floated onto the table. "Tremble before me! It is I, Lucifer Morningstar Prince of Darkness!"

America blinked his eyes a few times, turning them back to normal. He looked to the demon beside him and just stared for a second. Then a huge smile came on his face. "WOAH! AWESOME DUDES!" He turned to the other countries. "I, LIKE, TOTALLY GOT A WICKED COOL DEMON FRIEND! Man, he's been possessing me for a while, hasn't he?" He looked back to the demon. "You're going to be my running mate! You know, the one who really runs the country! Sound good?"

The demon shrugged. "That's what I've been doing you politically illiterate deplorable"

"Awesome! We can make every country free, even if it's against their wills! Just to make sure, we're still gonna operate in the middle east. They're not letting us borrow oil overnight," America said.

"YES! We'll reclaim the Holy Land"

Israel scoffed. "Get in line, pal."

Talking to his new-found running mate about the new minecraft update, America left, leaving eight confused countries behind him.

"I think that made things vorse…" Germany said.

Russia laughed. "November's going to be fun~"

China laughed with him. "Oh, yes it will…"

To be continued...