Did I say 'The end'? Whoops.
So anyway, Italy and Russia were having sexytimes. Nearby, Germany and France were planning a wedding. Needless to say, it was weird.
But this chapter is not going to be about that at all. Nein, we are going to be taking a look at MOTHERFUCKING SPAIN, AND YOU WILL LIKE IT, GODDAMMIT, EVEN IF I HAVE TO SHOVE THIS JELLY DONUT UP YOUR ASS.
Spain and Romano had set up a business where they took irritating kids and locked 'em up for a good few days. Or weeks. It was actually not bad, since the parents could relax without some miniature idiots running around everywhere, and those annoying little weirdoes could be resocialized in no time.
Today Sealand arrived by air mail.
'Aw hell naw!' Spain shouted. 'I'm not takin' care of this piece of shit!'
'Hey, don't fuckin' look at me!' Romano shot back. 'I'm no good at this shit and you know it!'
'Agh, whatevs,' Spain said. 'Welcome to Hell, Sealand.'
'Hey, if you let me go and accept me as a nation, can you help me beat up England?' Sealand promptly said.
'FUCK YEAH. LET'S ROLL.'
So Spain, Sealand, and Romano set out to beat up England. He was a sugar-coated pansy, anyway.
BUT MUCH TO THEIR SURPRISE they found England in a fight club and he had just won against Prussia.
'AW SHIT MAN,' Spain said. 'THE FUCK'RE WE GONNA DO?'
'I KNOW LET'S PUT HIM IN A CLOSET WITH FRANCE FOR SEVEN MINUTES,' Romano suggested.
'FUCK YES,' Sealand said. So they kidnapped England and put him in a closet with France for seven minutes.
'OH BLOODY HELL,' England said as he was being violated by France. 'STOP THIS RUBBISH FRANCE. I HAVE A WIFE.'
'Amerique is a woman?' France said.
'NO, BUT HE'S ALWAYS WANTED TO BE ONE.'
'NO I DON'T!'
'...'
'...'
'...'
'... AMERICA? THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE?'
The sound of a fly being zipped up echoed through the closet.
'... NOTHING. GO BACK TO... WHATEVER.' They heard him escape through the air vent. (They have air vents in closets, right? Ah, who gives a shit.)
'... Well, at least he's gone, Angleterre. Should I... continue?'
'Oh go ahead,' a creepy voice said beside them. 'I'm not here, da?'
'... HOW BIG IS THIS BLOODY CLOSET ANYWAY?'