A Country's Gorey Demise

B is for Britain who was eaten by Ghouls

Oliver giggled as he grabbed the Britain voodoo doll and tossed it to the dogs outside... They tore it to tiny little pieces.

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It's been months since America disappeared or as the police say "Drowned". There hasn't been any sign of him... At all... Because of all this Britain had been drinking heavily... A bit too heavily - Even France was worried about him. Each time anyone saw him he was either drunk or getting drunker. It was rare for him to be sober now. He had stopped attending the World Meetings because he didn't want to go anywhere and everyone didn't want him to.

"Listen, mon ami, I really don't think this is healthy for you, all of this... Drinking!" France said as they sat in the local pub.

"Shaddup..." Britain growled then hiccuped and buried his face in his arms, still holding his halfway finished Scotch. "You don kno anythin "

"Britain, really... This is bad. Can't you just get over him?" France asked, irritated and worried.

"Nnno, you don kno what it feels like to lose somebody like ths.." Britain argued drunkily. "We nation... Once we fall in love with someone is hard t let them go... Sure! We can fall in love with others but we'r immortal. We shouldn't fall in love with mortals cause we'll always outlive them! Amereca was special an one of a kind!"

France sighed and patted Britain on the back "Oui, oui. I know..."

Britain got up and stumbled away and out of the bar.

"Put what he ordered on my tab, Tout va bien?" France said and quickly followed after Britain to make sure he didn't do anything stupid. He sighed and it was quiet between the drunk as hell Brit and the actually sober Frenchman. For some strange reason Britain went into the graveyard. "Uhh... Angleterre... Wh-why are w-we going through th-the...." He gulped. "G-Graveyard?" He never liked graveyards and found them frightening...

"Ts a shortcut... I used it t' get t' the pub..." Britain explained and continued walking. "What? Y' scared?"

"M-Maybe I am... G-Got a problem with it...?" France said, he was shaking with fear. He heard a wolf howl and squeaked and covered his ears. "Eep! m-merde... Let's just hurry!" He walked a bit quicker. He looked behind himself and saw Britain wasn't following him at all. He was just... gone... "Wh-what the..." He then heard him scream and eeped. He ran towards the scream and saw a couple of dead bodies that walked picking at a dead Britain. "Oh mon dieu" He said in horror. He couldn't look away, no matter how much he wanted to. They tore his eyeballs out, causing massive ammounts of blood. They tore off the top part of his arm and ate it. There was... Blood everywhere.... And guts... and Britain's insides were outside. France gagged a bit and felt like he was going to throw up. He finally managed to turn away and he ran off. That was the last anyone saw of the Brit.

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The last thing Britain saw before dying was a pair of glowing blue eyes in the distance in the dark graveyard. "N-No..." He managed to wheeze and his vision went black and his heart... Stopped.... Forever...

Oh mon dieu = Oh my god

Merde = Shit

Tout va bien = Alright