i bless the rains down in aaaaafricaaaa

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i juwst wanted to date stephanieeeeeeee

okay ill stop



yo its time for an epic ship fanfiction

just like all the other stories in this book


i think this is how it works

america x seychelles x england

i really hope that doesnt mean like a weird relationship between 3 people im pretty sure its like a love triangle. if not then well thats what im going for.


so yee






seychelles is a great swag cool little island in africa. everyone forgets she exists because europe is always in the middle of a war.

except AMERICA and ENGLANd.

seychelles is one of englands colonies. he has given up on all the other ones and he has a crush on seychelles woaaahhh

but wowzeras so does america wowazers

bc america is like "ugh stupid europeans always fighting. except switzerland and the nordicks theyre cool. anyway lets go to africa and pick up some ladiees lilol lolololol"

so he went to africa. he decided to serenade girls with his awesome guitar.

except it was an electric guitar and he was screaming the lyrics.

"I BLESSS THE RAINS DOWN IN AAAAAAAFRICAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA"

basically it sounded like this:

then seychelles came.

"can you please, with utmost respect, shut up?" she asked sweetly.

woah shes pretty thought alfred.

"yeah okay, i dont need to sing anymore anywayu."

"why"

"i was trying to get a girlfriend that wasnt european, so i came here."

"oh thats so nice!" said seychelles. "good luck, alfie!"

then she left.

"WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYY" he screamed. he just got friend zoned.

meanwhile in europe

england wanted to be a pirate.

it was fun being a pirate. why did he stop? 

so then he went to visit iceland, the creator of lazytown.

he knocked on the door. "hey emil , are you in there?"

icey boi opened the door. "uhm, hi arthur"

"can you help me be a pirate"

"....why are you asking me...." asked iceland, very well aware of why he was asking him.

"play the song lukas" said england.

then norway and all the other broskis came in with a boombox

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