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America walked into the kitchen, eating a Twinkie. England was leaning against the counter with a teacup in his hand. "What on earth are you eating, America?" England asked, eyeing the Twinkie suspiciously. "It's a Twinkie, silly," answered America, handing the package to him, "Want one?" England looked at the plastic wrapper and read some of the ingredients list. "Um… No thank you." "Aww, why not?" "Because I don't eat food that has more chemicals in it than actual food." "Would you eat one if I stripped and fed it to you by mouth?" America smirked and began unbuttoning his shirt. England's face reddened and he stammered, "There

There was a spider in the office. Roy didn't like spiders. Not at all, thank you very much. He didn't like people to know about it, though. He couldn't imagine the ridicule he'd have to go through if his subordinates found out that he was afraid of spiders. So naturally, when a small spider crawled across his desk, he tried to keep his head. The only problem was that it was right on top of the paperwork he wasn't really doing. Roy stared at the spider. He stared at it for all he was worth. He willed it to go away. He willed it with his entire being. It didn't listen. Stupid spider. A voice interrupted his telekinesis. "Slacking off on your

England awoke to a pounding headache. He groaned, and started to roll onto his back, his eyes still closed. He stopped halfway, as moving only made his head pound more. He opened his eyes a little bit, but shut them again. The light streaming in a window hurt his eyes, and his head pounded. He groaned again. England felt a movement beside him. "Finally awake, are we?" said a voice. "…Enh?" England replied. His sluggish thoughts managed to register that the voice seemed familiar, but in his hung-over state, he was having trouble associating a name or a face with it. He turned his head, ignoring his headache. "Mornin'," said an unidenti

He stood, his gun pointed at the boy-almost-man he regarded as his younger brother. "I can't do it. You bloody fool… Dammit…why dammit…" he muttered, dropping to his knees on the muddy ground. "England…" America began, "You used to be so big…" It had been a year or so since that stormy day, and England still hadn't gotten over it. He couldn't seem to get the memory out of his mind, no matter how much he drank. Bottle after bottle, the memories still haunted him, and he wasn't sure how much more he could take before he snapped. He cursed himself over and over for letting the boy-almost-man go. He was constantly worr