The empires return

The BTT

The bad touch trio was having a  meeting to discuss important matters about the world. Suddenly they fell to slumped into their chairs, heads feeling like a civil war was going on inside. "Oww, France is your head hurting as well?"
"Oui oui, my head hurts like my civil wars all over again. Oh no, I'm going to be sick!"
"US TOO!" The others yelled following him into the bathroom.
Once they got in, instead of vomiting, they were engulfed in a bright light of varying shades of red. Prussia was bright red, the same colour as his eyes, Spain's was blood red and France's was crimson. While they were all in soul splitting agony they had a moment of clarity where they could feel all the people they ever controlled, living or dead, empirical or from the homeland. They could feel everyone. As suddenly as that feeling arrived, it left leaving no memory of the incident other than a fuzzy feeling almost completely drowned out by a tremendous headache.

While they were glowing they felt a feeling rushing through their veins, it was energizing, addicting and could even be called erotic, a feeling that was well known and even more missed by all three of them. Power. Sweat drenched their skin and clothes, they changed physically as well, muscles becoming more defined and height being increased along with, strangely, the length of hair. The glow eventually stopped but instead of passing out like America and Australia did, instead they got up almost immediately, for the support they tried to lean on the sink but it cracked and broke under the newly-found strength of Spain. He held it in one hand as if it was nothing for a while as if he was enjoying the feeling of being able to do it, and with a feral grin announced darkly "Mi amigos, the empires have returned."

A/N Sorry that this is late, I thought no one would want to read it, but someone did so here you go. Also this is way too short for me but it wouldn't work very well if it was long.