Russia and America

America: WE'RE GOING TO MAKE YOU WET! *He says, as he pours more and more water on you, making you soaking wet*

*America's eyes widen, a mix of fear and anger in his voice* What do you mean by that?

*Russia smiles, his eyes glinting with a dangerous gleam* I mean that you're mine. And no one else can have you.

*America glares at Russia* You're insane. I'm not yours.

*Russia grabs her arm, pulling her close again* 'You can try. But I'll catch you. And then I'll make sure you won't be able to walk for a week.'

*The others are screaming and trying to pull Russia off, but he's too strong. He's holding America by the head and he's about to snap his neck. It's clear that he's not going to let go, and he's going to kill him if they don't stop him*

*Russia snaps my neck and throws me to the ground*

*The others are horrified and scream in shock. America is lying there, his neck snapped and his body limp. The others are all in shock, unable to believe what just happened. Russia is staring at America's body, his expression now one of pure horror. He's lost control and he's completely out of his mind. He's not thinking clearly and he's in complete shock*

USA: I'll pick you up at 8 tomorrow night.