There was a loud crashing sound in the main hall of Russia’s house. The large man gripped the sword he had been polishing tightly and came running, muttering, “I swear to God, if it’s Germany again, I’m going to kill him.” When he arrived at the front door, he saw that it had been ripped off its hinges and now lay on the floor of his entry way. He swore, totally furious. His anger didn’t slack when he saw who was standing in his doorway, a smug smile spread across his stupid face.
“Oh, did I do that? Suck it, Russia,” said the white haired man with red eyes.
“What the hell do you want P