England woke with a start when a loud "bang" echoed through the halls of his house.
"Great…" he mumbled as he stretched and slid out of bed. He tiptoed down the hallway, as to not wake any resting residents.
Carefully opening one of the numerous doors, England peeked in.
Inside, a faint outline of a sleeping child clutching a white teddy bear snored softly.
England smiled, feeling the warm gush of affection overwhelm him as he gazed upon the precious colony.
Closing the door quietly, he turned to the room across the hall. Visible in the dark, signs like-
"Do Not Enter, Especially If You Are England!!!"
And likewise covered the door.
Just as he thought! America was nowhere to be found.
This colony had recently been having a rebellious streak, and England was at his wit's end trying to keep him under control.
"What's he up to now?"
England questioned himself as he silently made his way down the stairs to the kitchen.
Now, he could hear pots banging, feet shuffling, and mumbling.
As quiet as he could be, England pushed the door open slightly with his foot as he peeked inside the dark kitchen.
Inside, he could barely make ouf the shape of a young boy.
He snarled as he threw the door wide open and flicked on the lights, to reveal a blonde, war face-painted America standing stunned and red-handed in the middle of England's kitchen.
"WHAT IN THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU DOING?!?"
England screamed, as the hundreds of his tea bags littered the floor in sopping brown puddles.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH MY TEA YOU TWAT?!?"
He shouted even louder, for no one should ever mess with England's tea.
Swallowing nervously, the younger boy stood challengingly towards his big brother-
"England, I don't want to listen to you anymore. I demand that I become my own nation- separate from you!!"
As he finished his brave little speech, England could only stare in disbelief. But no sooner- had England gone deathly white, now was turning many colors. He turned from white, to a sickly green, then a very strangled deep puple, and then finally boiling a hot bright red. His eyebrows really didn't help in the situation.
"YOU CLEAN UP THIS BLOODY MESS, AND GO TO YOUR ROOM WHEN YOU'VE FINISHED!"
Fuming now, England stormed up the stairs, leaving a very disappointed but headstrong America to clean up the mess.
After this nightly episode, all poor England could think about was how he would miss his morning cup of tea.