(Short story )
Britain was sitting expectantly on a small but comfortable arm chair.He was waiting , waiting for the bomb to land...
He had stolen the bomb from his nephew a week ago. It had been so funny for him to run around looking he had even enlisted help from Britain...
{} Insert explosion noise bc I'm to lazy {}
| Time skip |
" It's done china now give me the stupid vile!"ordered Britain
" It seems you have..."the larger country responded
"Well?"
Chinese passed him the vile of amber liquid at least get England and Scotland to cooperate on the place.Next full moon they would poor the vile on the grave and then his best friend, his sister, would be back after so long...
End [bc I didn't know where to bring the story.]
