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Perverted France

The meeting ended with the same conclusion as always. Most of Britain's ideas were excepted and all of America's were shot down immediately.

But that's what you get when most of your ideas begin with robots or super heroes and end with one phrase 'I'm the hero! Hahahaha!'

"Hey Mary! Lets head out!" Jane calls me over.

"Sorry Jane. I'm gonna stay a little bit longer and finish up some paper work."

"Boring! Well, have fun with that crusty old paper work! bye byes!" Jane waves bye to me before closing the door behind her.

"You can go on ahead too Britain. I'll see you at home later." Britain nods his head reluctantly and heads out.

I sat down and pulled out what I needed. A pencil, the paper work, and my ipod. I put my brief case on the floor, got in a comfy writing position, and plugged my headphones into my ipod.

"Yay yay music music!" I sung repeatedly to myself. I put in my headphones and set my favorite song from Tin Man on repeat.

'Two little princesses dancing in a row, spinning fast and free on their little toes, where the light will take you, no one ever knows, two little princesses dancing in a row.'

When the third repeat was loading I heard a quiet little 'honhonhon' and took out my headphones. I looked up and saw France sitting right in front of me with a very devious grin.

"What do YOU want?" I gave him my signature glare.

"Aww, my beautiful British rose, why do you vex me so?" He held his heart and put on a fake face of sadness.

"Bye France." I got up and grabbed my stuff. Sticking my ipod into my pocket and headed toward the door. But then France began to talk again.

"Oh, my sweet little British cupcake..." He paused for a bit. After a while, he began to talk again, in a dark, deep, serious tone.

"Walking out on really hurts you know. And I even gave you cute little nicknames. But..." He stopped talking and I heard his footsteps approaching me from behind, and he continued.

"You don't like the sweet ones do you? Maybe..." He got so close behind me that I could feel his hot breath hit my neck. He grabbed a lock of my hair and yanked it downwards causing me immense pain and I fell to the floor.

"Maybe, just maybe, by any chance, are you a masochist? Then my new nickname is perfect! Isn't it, little bitch?" He pulled my hair harder.

"No!" I screamed as loud as I possibly could, I knew what would happen if I don't get saved. let's just say that France's reputation is on the horrible side.

KA-CHAK

The door opens.

"France?! What the hell are you doing?!" In ran America, Britain, and Canada. America and Britain pulled France away from me. And Canada wiped away the tears that I hadn't even noticed had slipped out my eyes.

France rips himself from their grasp and gives me an evil glare. And then it fades back to the devious grin.

"Don't think this is over, little bitch."

He left the room.

"Oh my god! Mary are you ok?" America ran over to me. Britain, America and Canada looked at me with frantic, worried faces.

"Please, just take me home." I looked up at them right as hot, salty tears ran down my face.

They took me to Canada's house. I took a hot shower and dressed up in as many close as possible and fell asleep on the couch.

That night I had repeat nightmares of what would have happened if they didn't show up.