On a roof, England talking with a baby unicorn. He had been busy with the baby unicorn for hours and now wanted nothing more than to argue with France.
He said this last thought out loud, and all of a sudden, France appeared at the door, grinning.
"Put down the baby unicorn," France said, jumping up and down. "Unless you want me to murder it."
England put down the baby unicorn. He had never seen France so evil before and it made him worried.
France picked up the baby unicorn, then withdrew a piece of cake from his pocket. "I am so angry," France said with a glint in his eyes. "An unicorn bit my ear this morning, and everything became stupid and fucked up. Now with this baby unicorn and this cake I can rule the world!"
England looked at France as if he was insane. This wasn't France
"Fight it!" England shouted. "The unicorn just wants the baby unicorn for his own evil reasons! He doesn't hate you, not the way I do!"
England could see France trembling. England hugged France. He was stupid, so stupid, but he knew only his hate for France would break the unicorn's spell.
Sure enough, France put the baby unicorn on the ground. "Oh, England," he squeaked. "I'm so sorry, can you ever forgive me?"
"Of course, you frog," England smiled fondly.
The unicorn appeared and took the baby unicorn and flew off in tears.
The end.
A/N: what the fuck
we all know England loves France