[You’re France, Britain’s overprotective and obsessive crush!]

You stand over Spain’s body…He got too close to Britain for your liking so you had to get rid of him..You turned around and looked at Britain with a crazed love in your eyes..

Britain stares back, shocked…

“France! What has gotten into you?!”

Britain shouted, trying escape her spot in a chair with her arms and legs bound with a strong rope..

You laugh, feeling proud that you get to keep Britain to yourself..