Chapter 2: The Pleasures and Guiltiness of Revenge Towards the British in the Name of Chocolate
"The best revenge is to be unlike him who performed the injury."
― Marcus Aurelius, Meditations
BRITAIN NEVER knew that someone in the world could hate him so much that they had done the worst and terrible thing in the world. He never knew that a child, who is his little sibling though he denies connections between them, could be so evil and vile towards him after all the things he had done for her.
Now Britain started to question his fear towards Sealand, his little sister who desires to become a stronger nation than him.
It all started on a normal Sunday where the heat finally started to cool down for the past week, and children from outside his house started to quiet down after winds blew over his lawn. As children annoyed him, he enjoyed their company once in a while but knew to keep his strict position to the upmost importance over the rest, keeping his dignity and pride closely without discharging any sort of emotional contact to humans.
Oh, but wait until you hear this...
Britain was just going by his kitchen to prepare some delectable scones and maybe a cup of tea to go with it. But when he searched the cabinets, he found no trace of tea or scone mix...
How odd?
Soon he realized he merely forgotten to stack up some tea bags and had to go down the basement where his lifetime supply was heavily stored by a safe with a complicated code that only he knew. So he went over to the basement causally, going down the steps with a creak at each step and made it to the vault.
However, it looked as though someone had opened it, for it seemed halfway opened.
Britain's heart started to swell in horror, pulling the silver vault door and gasped in terror to find...
No tea...
No scone mix...
This made the Briton screamed pure bloody murder as he sprinted up the stairs, as though he seen a ghost. When he got up and raced down the hallway, two confused female maids gave strange looks to each other, he planned on searching all the markets to find some tea bags.
This day wasn't real, it had to be a nightmare and once he gets some tea in his system (though I have no idea why his system isn't messed up by his food), he can think more clearly about his troubling situation. Right then he made it to door where he raced down his property to suddenly halt in utter distress when he saw something unspeakable right in front of him.
His little sister Sealand and his rival France were standing on top of his precious crates of tea... And tied up with TNT, dynamite and all sorts of legal (and illegal, thanks to America) bombs around it.
"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU TWO DOING?" Britain hollered in his highest pitched voice.
"I had enough of you and your evilness, scumbag!" Sealand shouted at him, feeling the superior demeanor in her voice. "You took my chocolate supply last week and I have come to claim revenge with this remote!" Sealand brought out from her navy blue skirt pocket a remote with a huge red button. "I will push this button once I get out of this bomb set up RIGHT NOW!"
France glanced over to little Sealand strangely pervertedly and shouted, "I like your sister, she's evil! I can show her...wonderful things later." And France did his perverted laughter which is never a good sign.
"SEALAND, I'LL GIVE YOU MY CHOCOLATES IF YOU DON'T EXPLODE MY TEA!" Britain shouted, running a little closer to the mountain of tea crates and bombs.
Sealand didn't look satisfied.
"A-and a rabbit!" Britain added.
Sealand's blue eyes brighten up. "Really, you will?" Sealand puts the remote away in her blue skirt pocket and made her way down the crates.
Britain sighed in relief and for once in his life he smiled to Sealand as they walk away from the crate. They left France feeling dumbfounding as he proceeded to climb down the elusive mountain.
They got inside Britain's house where they suddenly heard a massive explosion erupt from outside.
BOOOM!
Britain and Sealand raced outside again to see massive black smokes foaming around the air as a bolt of fire in the air (probably France) flew up in the air while crates burnt to the ground... Sealand blush a little as Britain's jaw dropped in dismay.
"Oops?" Sealand said, grinning embarrassingly as she takes a few steps back. "I-I guess I must have clicked on the remote...by accident..."
Britain's head shot a glare at Sealand who jumped back and started running away.
Looks like Penny is out on the run from Britain who is probably hunting every assassin he could find just to get rid of her. But not to worry since she'll be all right in the next chapter, so please leave a review if you can and let me know what you think of this story and some ideas of your own! Thank you!