The aroma of burning shit filled the face household. England was making rocks, I mean scones, again. He pulled them out of the oven and picked one up. It was hot so he flung it on the counter, then he appologised for what he had done to poor 'sconey', for he had broken one of the corners of the scone off. He began to seduce the scone to make up for hurting it and a light rose blush dusted across the unburnt part of the scone. The scone tried to move closer to England and embrace him, but it fell between the counter top and the oven. An echo was rattled through the air ways in the house and it was a blood curdling scream followed by a 'cOME BACK SCONEY, DON'T LET GO LIKE JACK DID' and multiple sobs right after. America came downstairs to check on him. 'E-England?' England slowly turned his head while remaining in a squat position, his fingers curled (form your fingers like you're scratching someone's back and turn your hand upwards) in distress. He gave quiet sobs, mascara running down his cheeks. America picked him up, gave him a digestive and wiped his tears away. Sconey still has dreams about England and is still behind the oven to this day. Sconey also has plans to kill off the competition for Englands heart...America
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