Now that Belarus had finally stopped stalking him, England felt like he could breathe again-though, there was the matter of where she had disappeared to, but that could be worried about later. At the moment, the busy browed country was only concern about his spell book being properly repaired.
making me fix your stupid book
" Sealand grumbled, placing the page he had just administered glue onto back into its rightful place in the book.
England looked up from his newest embroidering project and took a sip of his tea; a smirk on his lips, "Well now, whose brilliant idea was it to rip all of the pages out of it?" before returning back to his stitching.
The younger 'nation' slammed the hot glue gun down onto the table; crossing his arms over his chest, "You could at least help me! How do you expect me to get all of this done tonight?"
"Stop complaining," England answered simply, not looking up from his needlework this time. "And per