A Few Hours Earlier ~ England's POV
"My God, I'm exhausted" I groaned as I walk down the empty streets towards my home. The world meeting had gone on longer than expected. I am only glad that I was hosting it because even the thought of not being able to go home and relax with a cup of tea is torture. I pity those countries going back to a hotel, unfamiliar surroundings.
I wonder how that idiot Prussia is doing, I mean he was recently abolished, and he only came to the meeting because he was bored. I hear that Germany is working him to the bone and I wouldn't blame him because Prussia is mooching off him. He's bloody shameless and despite his problems he's still messing about with that pervert France. I mean…wait what was that noise?
My heart was already pounding, just me being stupid and pairinoid. Just as I was about to turn my head a hand shot out and put a cloth over my mouth. It had a strange smell and I struggled against it, not only to get away but to see who was doing this to me. A hand stopped me from getting away, the heel of it pressed just above my neck. My sight starting blurring and soon darkness came. I fought against this darkness too, but it was a pointless fight. And as I gave in I heard a familiar voice utter "Mein gott, I'm awesome".