Music was intensly played in the background and England played an air guitar, is this him? Who could guess, its not as gentlemen likely.
"My life is depressing but not as always,I spend my time in magical ways, no need for America when im alone,I got my unicorn and my clone"
Oliver was seated on the couch watching England jump around, Dancing to the music, where's his crowd?
"I cant bake, hah, thats for sure, I give you burnt biscuits to make you sleep, another body? Good for me"
Oliver gasped and clapped "Enjoying cannibalism? Sounds really great, i can give you a cook book to celebrate"
England looked at him in disgust.
"Not what i meant but thats ok, I prefer some scones, now whats it that your keeping away?"
"Im not hiding anything you see, Its just part of my recipe, I mix it up, oh man its great, just a few bodies, thats all it is"
