In the evening...
-...It was you after all...-England said, in regret. It was him after all...Even though England saw it with his own eyes, he still had a hard time believing it...-...For you of all people to become possessed...How much anguish and regret had you hidden under that smile of yours...? Was it just a mask all along...?!
Was he actually...
Hurting all this time...?
-It's no use talking to him, he can't see or hear you anyway...
Nor can he stop me from murdering you right now!
Two days later...
America decided to check on England...
Because he was the hero...
Iggy was an old grumpy man...
And why the fuck not?
...
And so America went to England's home...
He rang the bell...
There was no reply...
He rang it again...
Still no reply...
-Iggy, are you there dude...?-America started calling him, in annoyance. Maybe he was drunk and couldn't open the door...?-Ok Iggy, I am coming in!
Then, America forced the door open...
And started searching for England...
He was nowhere to be found...
Then he remembered...
About "Iggy's scary basement"...
And went to check it out...
-...Iggy! Iggy, you here man?-America started calling him, as he went down the stairs. It was enough that Iggy didn't greet him, he even hid inside of the ghost infested basement...! It was really...-OMG! WTF IS THIS STRANGE DOLL?! IGGY?! IS THAT YOU DUDE?! WTF?! WTH IS GOING ON HERE?!
There was England...
And he looked like...
All his blood was...
Drained out of him...