Notes: This was my first time writing anything this explicit. orz I don't think this turned out to be quite what you were expecting OP but I hope you find something to like about it. England came out kind of yandere too. ______________________________________
England’s sadness was gone and in its place, only the familiar pangs of unbridled rage remained. It’s amazing what a broken heart and a long flight home can do to turn your attitude around. He’d been ready to leave America for good after what he’d seen. But not now. Now, he was going to get revenge because he wasn’t going to lose to France. He flipped open his cell phone and hit the first entry in his speed dial. Two short rings and an obnoxiously familiar voice answered, “Hi England!” America’s voice was just as upbeat as always. To England’s ears, it was almost gloating, taunting him now.
“Fuck you,” England said through gritted teeth.
“Uh, what?”
“Fuck. You.” England repeated slowly, forcefully.
“What the hell?” America started to say before England interrupted.
“I’m going to fucking kill you so get over here NOW. RIGHT NOW!” England screamed the last sentence before slamming his cell phone shut. He threw it across the room for good measure then picked it up and threw it out the open window into his garden when it rang again.
England stomped upstairs to his bedroom, pulled a chair to the middle of the room and positioned it to face the door. He sat in the chair and crossed his arms, glaring through the doorway He waited.
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England’s sadness was gone and in its place, only the familiar pangs of unbridled rage remained. It’s amazing what a broken heart and a long flight home can do to turn your attitude around. He’d been ready to leave America for good after what he’d seen. But not now. Now, he was going to get revenge because he wasn’t going to lose to France. He flipped open his cell phone and hit the first entry in his speed dial. Two short rings and an obnoxiously familiar voice answered, “Hi England!” America’s voice was just as upbeat as always. To England’s ears, it was almost gloating, taunting him now.
“Fuck you,” England said through gritted teeth.
“Uh, what?”
“Fuck. You.” England repeated slowly, forcefully.
“What the hell?” America started to say before England interrupted.
“I’m going to fucking kill you so get over here NOW. RIGHT NOW!” England screamed the last sentence before slamming his cell phone shut. He threw it across the room for good measure then picked it up and threw it out the open window into his garden when it rang again.
England stomped upstairs to his bedroom, pulled a chair to the middle of the room and positioned it to face the door. He sat in the chair and crossed his arms, glaring through
the doorway He waited.
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