America and Prussia woke up at 4:30 A.M, both ready and excited to start there terror run across the countries. America would go to England, and Prussia would go to Denmark. The two saluted at each other as the walk different paths. America entered his private jet.

America's POV.

As I entered the jet, I ordered my soldiers to take me toward England on the way home, saying I had private business with him. I look towards the left, seeing out the window; I always loved looking at the sky from above, it was so peaceful. The jet made a sudden incline as it landed in front of England's house. Time to make some mischief, I smirked to myself as I walked through the door.

Normal POV

"Master England! Mr. America has arrived, shall I bring him to you?" one of England's maids asked, yelling so that England could hear her.

"Yes, bring him to me." England's voice was so quiet, you could barely hear it, but obviously the maid could hear as she had made a motion with her hand to follow her. The maid and country walked down the hall and stopped in front of England's afternoon tea room. The maid opened the door and bowed to America as he walked through doorway. There sat England sipping his tea, with awful burnt scones next to the teapot. America swallowed the bile that went up his throat from the thought of England's scones. America sat across from England, the scones were right next to the hero. "So America what brings you here?" the Englishman asked. America was about to answer, but when he opened his mouth a bit of throw up came out, and hit England directly. England just sat there, eyes widened in shock, completely still. America sickly stared at England, and England stared right back. "America you IDIOT!" England then stood up, walked over to America and smacked him at the back of his head. England stomped out of the room, pissed off. America sat alone, forming a plan to prank him.

'Maybe I should tell him France wants to take over his land?' 'No that's stupid, wait…France..I got it!'

America then sprinted out of the room, trying to find England.

England's POV

That stupid America, why did he have to throw up on me? Maybe he's sick or as the rumors say, America did stay over at Prussia's, so he might have a hangover. Well now let's not think about America, time to get some new clothes on.

*About 5 Minutes later*

Ah now that's better, huh America's running towards me, perhaps he will tell me what is going on now.

Normal POV

"England, England, England!" America kept chanting as he ran at England at full speed, professionally dodging the furniture and the maid's that were scattered around. Finally, America was right in front of England. "I-I got to t-tell you something, England," England's eyes looked at America with curiosity "the truth is that I threw up on you was because, no I shouldn't tell you." America casted his eyes on the floor looking as shy as possible, then England put his hand on America's shoulder.

"You know America, you can tell me anything I won't be mad." America inwardly smirked, then he lifted his eyes to England.

"Okay, the truth is that me and France got drunk at Prussia's house, and well I'm pregnant." England's mouth dropped to floor literally, and then his look of shock turned into rage.

"FRANCE I AM GOING TO KILL YOU, WHEN I SEE YOU I WILL STRANGLE YOU TO DEATH!"

"BWHAHAHAHA, I can't believe you fell for it!" America fell on the floor, clutching his stomach. England looked at him with confusion. "D-dude, it's a prank, nothing's true." America's look of happiness turned into terror as England towered him with a dark look in his eyes.

"So America, you think it's funny huh? How about I give you something to laugh about?" Then America's world faded to black.

About 20 minutes Later

When America woke up he didn't suspect to be hanging upside down from a bubbling cauldron. Surrounding him was people in black cloak's including England.

"England, what are you doing?"

"Sacrificing you of course." If anyone could of said that more casual than England, please give them an award.

"Jeez, England if you're going to sacrifice me at least put something decent on, black cloaks are so last year "England gave him a warning look that said 'say one more thing, and your hero ass will be dead'.

"Everyone don't listen to what he says, our black cloaks are vogue." England said trying to reassure everyone.

"Everyone don't listen to HIM, black cloaks are old fashioned, what are you some crusty old man on the street holding out a can saying 'give me money, let me wear something more fashionable'?"

"SHUT UP AMERICA!" Now everyone was chanting that, how did he get into this mess again? Oh yeah he pissed England off, and now here he was rubbing more salt into the wound. "Now everyone let's start the ritual!"

"Not if I can help it! AWESOME KICK!" A loud voice from behind the door said. The door fell off its hinges in one kick. The albino man came into clear sight.

"Prussia? Why are you here?" It was not the American wasn't grateful, but he had to wonder.

"My awesome senses were tingling, I knew you had to be in trouble!"

"Oh yeah, I totally forgot about your awesome senses. Duh!" Prussia ran towards the cauldron easily as everyone had ran away, they were all vampires or something who knows. But England stood his ground in front of the cauldron, he started chanting about 'Abrakadabra' or 'Hocus Pocus' and 'Russia is the demon'. He got stopped in the middle of his spell by Prussia drop kicking him.

"Awesome KICKKKK!" Prussia then grabbed a knife out of his pocket and cut the rope that hung America, but not before he pushed the cauldron with his awesome strength.

"Dude how can I repay you?

"I don't know, maybe a year supply of on the house drinks?"

"Okay, a year supply of on the house drinks"

"Kesese I'm surprised you said yes"

"Ahahaha It's because I'm the hero!"

Chapter 2 END!

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