"IT'S SO BEAUTIFU-" America was briefly cut off by the entering of a fly into his mouth, making its merry way down the country's throat. He gagged, hissed, and then fell to the ground.
"America!" Mai knelt down by his side. "America, no, no. . ."
"Don't worry, Tokyo. . . At least I could die happy. . . with you by my si-" He was interrupted with a sharp slap to the cheek. Shocked, he gaped at the Asian, forgetting the fly for just a brief moment.
"How dare you! Hurting an innocent fly like that!" Mai stood up and kicked America in the gut. "America, you idiot!" With that said, she stomped away.
Philippines approached America, squatting over to observe him. He was writhing in both pain and the fly, wheezing like no tomorrow. Feeling a bit sorry for the nation, she lifted her hand and brought it down full force onto the stomach of the blonde. "Karate chop!"
America coughed the fly out, which flopped onto the ground in a small pool of saliva. It tried to flutter its wings to set off, but it was no use. It had no energy left. This was its end. It was going to die in this disgusting, sticky liquid.
Mai quickly ran to the fly's side and got on all fours. "Oh my gosh! Oh, you poor, poor thing. . . Fate has been cruel." A single tear slid down her cheek. She leaned in closer to the insect and asked, "Any last words?"
The fly, using what was left of its strength, buzzed its last reply.
"What? Delete your search history? I never knew flies had internet! Much less porn. . ."
"I'm guessing the fly is a dude. . ." Prussia muttered.
Italy, having caught the white-haired man's words, asked curiously, "How do you know?"
Prussia winced. Darn, he heard me! He smiled. This should be fun.
Turning his gaze to him, he asked in a playful tone, "Do you really want to know?"
Italy nodded.
The Prussian man smirked. He brought his mouth close to Italy's ear and began to spill all his info. The Italian seemed normal at first, but his expression turned into a fearful one and he ran off screaming to Germany halfway through the explanation. "GERMANY, GERMANY, I'A NEVER KNEW'A FLIES HAD'A PORN! I'A CANNOT UNSEE'A THESE IMAGES'A IN MY'A MIND ANYMORE!
"PRUSSIA, WHAT DID YOU TELL HIM!?"
"NOTHING, I SWEAR!"
"THEN WHY IS HE RAMBLING ABOUT FLY PORN!?"
Mai's face turned red. Don't they have any respect to the shrine? How dare they act like that! Cracking her knuckles, she was about to land a punch right in their stomachs but was too late. Somebody else had went to punish them. And it was her dearest Japan-onii-san. He had brought his katana out of its sheath and swung it, cutting off a bit of Prussia's hair and Germany's sleeve. "I'd appreciate it if you both would keep quiet. We are at a shrine, after all."
"You can't tell me what to do!" The fire in Prussia's eyes was immediately blown away when the point of the blade was centimeters away from his throat.
"Prussia-san, I know you can't die. You, after all, are a micronation now. But I will not hesitate to cut off every limb on your body, slowly and oh so very painfully. Then proceed to hide each of your limbs in different places, places where no man would go, so you will never move again. You'll just stay still, unmoving, much like a broken, pathetic doll."
"That. . . That was so beautiful!" Russia sniffed, dabbing the side of his eyes with his sleeve. A tear had began to form. "He's learning so much. . ."
