Hey guys! Sorry for the lack of updates! I promise all other stories will be updated tomorrow night! But for now, this is the second part of England's revenge attempt two. So here.
Also there will be one extra chapter after this, and trust me, it'll be cool.
Sorry for any grammar mistakes.
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England hid there for what seemed hours, until finally, America approached his front door.
America turned the key and opened the door. England smirked, now the plan starts, he thought as America went inside
He heard the door click shut, and then he went to the kitchen window and peered through, trying not to be seen.
He saw America freeze, and he stared at the Ferbie. "N-no. Holy cow. How- YOU BURNED IN A PIT OF FIRE IN JULY!" He screamed, and he picked it up and threw it out the window. It flew over England's head, and landed behind him
America then ran to his room and locked the door. England snickered, and picked the Furbie up.
England placed it beside him and then proceeded into part two of his amazing plan.
He put fake blood on his arms, clothes and face. Then he made himself look messy. He ruffled his hair so it would stick out, he unbuttoned a few buttons on the top of his shirt, and he loosened his tie.
Then he unlocked the front door and swung it open, and he smiled mischievously. Oh yes, he thought, walking in with the furbie in his hand, this will be good.
America was under his blanket, holding a baseball bat in his hands. Suddenly, he heard small footsteps, followed by a whisper.
"You threw me in a fire," the whisper said, as the footsteps got louder, "and now, I'm going to kill you."
America shivered, "I-I'm not afraid of you! Go to hell!"
The whisper voice laughed and spoke again, as the footsteps stopped.
"I already went there. And now I'm back," The door slammed open.
America froze in horror as he took in what he saw.
England was covered in blood, his eyes were lost, like he was daydreaming.
He looked like he rolled out of bed just a few minutes ago. His hair was messy and his tie was very loose.
England laughed demonically, "I took over your friend. He found me and thought I'd be fun to curse and give to you to get revenge. But the curse backfired. Now I control his body and thoughts."
America cowered behind the bed, dropping the baseball bat," WHAT DID YOU DO TO ENGLAND?"
"It's simple. He accidently sold his soul to me. But enough of that. Now, I'm going to kill you. I'm going to burn you like you burned me. Except, you'll be alive when I do it." England spoke.
America got up and backed away as England started to approach him.
England smiled like a psycho and laughed as he cornered him.
America started to shake and screamed, "I DON'T WANNA DIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
England laughed and grabbed America by the shoulders, "It's too late. No one will hear you in time."
America yelled for help and tried to shake England off.
Then England dropped the Furbie and started to laugh, but except this time, like himself.
America looked at him confused," E-England?"
England fell to the floor, clutching his stomach," HA! You bloody idiot you actually fell for it! Ahahaha!"
America stared at him," Y-you mean you're not possessed by a Furbie?"
England stopped laughing, and stood up, still smiling," No. I was getting revenge on you America. And you fell for it. I KNEW IT WOULD WORK HA!"
America frowned, "Not cool dude." England took one look at his face, and then started laughing uncontrollably.
"ENGLAND IT'S NOT FUNNY! I ACTUALLY THOUGHT THAT FURBIE POSSESSED YOU!" America shouted, angry.
England kept laughing, clutching his stomach again.
America sighed, "Fine, fine. I guess it was KIND of funny. But still. That was not cool."
England sighed, wiping a tear from his eye, "Okay, okay, I'm sorry America."
America crossed his arms," It's okay. Now….since you scared me….I can't sleep here alone now. So I get to spend the night at your place."
England glared at him," HEY! Its not my fault you're scared of silly little toys."
America glared back, "It's not my fault either. You scared me, you pay the price"
England sighed, "Fine. Pack a bag, we leave in ten minutes."
America smiled and fist punched the air," YES!" Then he ran to his closet
England groaned, "So this is the price of pranking? Bloody hell I'm never doing this again then."
He looked at the furbie on the ground, "Well….it was fun while it lasted."
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