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"HOLY CRA- ALFREEEEEEEED!!!" You screeched, falling over your chair in fear. He had shown you a Bloody Mary video that was supposed to tell you that Bloody Mary didn't exist. He knew of your fears of her. He laughed at your terrified face and ran away as you threw your bed side lamp at him. It hit the wall and broke. You didn't care. Now, what did the video REALLY do? It freaking showed Bloody Mary HERSELF. You wept on the floor, as scared as hell.

 

"The HELL, Alfred F. Jones! I'll kill you!" You screamed pointlessly into the night. Ah, nighttime. The worst time to watch scary things; the time of darkness ans fear. Hey, that can crack even the most stongest people. You shivered in the cold, dark room.

 

You needed some comfort. You were already imagening her creeping up on you. 'It isn't real, it isn't real. . 'You thought over and over again, but, no luck. You needed someone ELSE to convince you that, so off you went to the nearest house of people you knew. Skipping the so called 'hero''s house, of course. You came to a house with a tall gate, so, you climbed over it, cutting your leg in the process. You ran up to the door, imagening the tree's brances being little brown hands, and banged hard on the door. You pulling a blanket tighter around you.

 

"Privet? Ah, _____, what are you-?" You leaped forward and hugged Russia as hard as you could. You sniffled and stumbled over onto him. He fell over too. "_-____?!" He looked at you and helped you up, you clinging to him like white on rice. You refused to let go, even though you didn't know that much about Russia. "What's wrong, sunflower?" He asked after a few minutes of you crying into his jacket. It kinda surprised you; he wasn't hitting you with his metal pipe.

 

"A-america h-h-h-he showed me a v-video of B-b-b-b-bloody M-m-m-mary. . ." You burried your face deeper in his jacket. He allowed you, picking you off his chest easily and carrying you bridal-style. He closed the door with his foot and led you to the den, completed with a fireplace. He set you on a rocking chair, but you refused to let go. He sighed and picked you up, then sat down with you on his lap. You clinged to him like a scared kitten. "Don't worry, my sunflower, it wasn't real, it wasn't real. . " You smiled a bit, and he wiped your tears away, gently lulling you to sleep.

 

Meanwhile

 

"HAHAHA!! Then I ran out, laughing, and she threw her lamp at me, an missed, the loser! Ha!" America laughed his obnoxious laughter. England smacked him upside the head with one of his scones.

 

"OW MAN THAT FRICKIN HURT!! What you hit me with, a bat?" He looked at the scone. "Oh, worse!"

 

"Never do that again, you wanker!" England snarled and readied another scone.

 

"OH YEAH?! I'LL DO WHAT I WANT BIOTCH-" He was suddenly attacked with a scone, and it landed strait into his mouth; he spit it out, coughing and gasping, and FINALLY shut up by running to the bathroom.

 

"There. Now we can ALL have peace." England went back to reading a book.

 

 

Yes, there is a video like that. I had the misfortion of watching it when I was younger, and nearly wet my pants, I was so scared. So, with no Russia to comfort me, I watched something happier.
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200th comment🐫🐪

PS: nice fic