The next day...
There was a meeting...
-...Just a head and a torso...With the hands and feet being completely devoured...?-England said, deep in thought. It looked familiar...Where had he seen it before...?-...And those chewing marks...There is dark energy on them...?-He wondered aloud. Dark energy...? Then...-...It looks like the work of a dark entity...
-Shesh, Iggy!-America said, in annoyance. Really, why does he have to joke about everything?! -This is a serious matter! Not something you can make fun off!
-I am not making fun of anything, you bloody wanker!-England yelled, offended. Really, how stupid can the wanker be! As if he would make fun of someone dying!-There is a dark entity on the lose, and it partially ate Spain! We have to find it out and stop it before it murders anyone else!
-Oh, Angleterre~-France said, with a small smirk. He knew that Angleterre loved his imaginary friends, but this was becoming silly. -You shouldn't make up stuff like that~
-I don't care if it's some bastard or some dark shit! Whoever did it better keep one eye open!-Romano yelled, in uncontrollable rage. -I will murder the fucking bastard in their sleep if I have to!-He yelled louder. The fucking bastard! He was going to pay! He will make him pay for killing Spagna...! -...Spagna...
-V-ve, Fratello!-Italy said, in concern. His fratello just fell to the ground and is sitting there without moving an inch...-...F-fratello, are you okay...?! Fratello?!
-...Spagna...-Romano said, in a shaky voice. He was with him for so long...And now...-...You tomato bastard...! H-how could you just leave me...?-He started crying, uncontrollably. The tomato bastard...Spagna...He was no longer here...No longer by his side...-S-Spagna, you bastard! H-how could you leave me alone...?!