England POV
~A/N Let's take a trip down memory lane while sleeping!~
"No no no you listen to ME!" The voice echoed around the room. "I am YOUR boss and you will do what I say!"
England was standing in front of his boss's desk. He was trying to sort out his little quarrel with him, and at the moment he was losing.
"I refuse!" England yelled, fire dripping from his voice. "Do whatever you want to me! Lash me again if you want but I will stand my ground!"
His boss's eyes went cold, an eerie silence filled the room, only the clock on the wall ticking along.
"You will-" his boss's eyes flicked up to stare him down, "-take the medication. You will be cured. You are a sick man and you need redemption, I will give you just that" his boss's voice was calm, too calm. England opens his mouth to say something but his boss cut him off.
"And if you don't take it I will lash poor little Sealand with the barbs" his eyes were ice.
The colour drained from England's face, shocked that his boss would threaten a child's safety. England blinks and looks back at his boss.
"You may be a nation not to be reckoned with but I am the one who controls YOU" the syllables rang through the nearly silent room. Only the tick of the clock was left.
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"I don't have a choice now do I?" England looked his boss dead in the eyes.
"No no you don't"
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