America's POV:
"Bring on the fire, bring on the hell, set everything ablaze so no trace remains..." Britain would repeat over and over again. He told us that it would bring good luck... Doesn't sound like it. "It sounds like we're summoning the devil!!!!" I screamed. I don't feel comfy doing that!!! Everyone looked at me, than Britain. He was sitting still departing those words. His eye was twitching ad he looked mad. He gave me the death stare. I jumped back and bumped into something. In the bushes of the island there were bags... Bags of what? I tried to open one, it it wouldn't budge. I went over to Britain and asked if one of his friends could open my bag. He let his unicorn open it. I watched in amazement as the bag opened magically in front of me. My eyes a sparkled and twinkled in the moonlight. I lifted up the bag and smelt a delicious smell emerge from the opening of the top. In the sack were little pieces of heaven, hamburgers. I picked one out and bit it. It tasted so good... Then I thanked Britain. He looked weirdly at me. "You gave me good luck!!! Maybe you aren't insane... (Still crazy)!"
