Sealand was having fun stomping on everything in his awesome!giant robot. No one could stop him! NO ONE! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
But he still wanted to do ONE thing...
MEANWHILE...
'THE BLOODY HELL WERE THEY THINKING?' was the first thing England yelled when the conference room was vacated (save for Germany and France; they were still fuckin' in there).
'No one knows the evil things that run through the minds of all perverts. No one dares to go deep enough.'
'SHUT THE HELL UP, AMERICA! YOU'RE NOT HELPING!'
In a corner, Russia and Italy were still crying.
'France... why...?'
'Germany... ve...'
China sighed. 'Aiyah... what do we do about these two aru?'
'FEED THEM TO SHARKS; I DON'T BLOODY CARE,' England snapped.
'Is England-san feeling all right?' Japan asked.
'I'M FEELING BLOODY FINE. NOW IF YOU DON'T MIND, I'M GOING HOME. AMERICA, DON'T FORGET THE DAMN CONDOM THIS TIME.' And with that, he rode his imaginary unicorn home.
'OMG ENGLAND THAT WAS SOOOOOO INAPPROPRIATE AND UNCALLED FOR!' America shouted. 'YOU'RE ALWAYS THE ONE WHO FORGETS!'
Images. Images everywhere.
'... So now what?' China said. Japan shrugged. Russia and Italy cried.