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 "Hey, Engwand?" The little chubby cheeked boy asked curiously; his brilliant blue eyes shining with their ever present gleams of excitement. England looked down at the little boy his flowing white gown, the red ribbon tied around his neck with the utmost care, and smiled softly. "Yes my dear lad, what is it?" He inquired, giving the little boy's tousled locks of dark blonde hair a small pat. "What's my name?" He asked, cocking his head to the side in the most adorable way almost as if he were a puppy for sale in the shop. England smiled once more, "Silly, you know your name. You're America." America puffed his rosy red cheeks out

       "You're going to... let me live?" You asked, finding your voice through the surprise. Upon hearing the news of your survival, you had gone into a minor phase of shock. Slenderman hadn't moved from his desk and instead leaned back in his chair with an air of impatience. "Yes. With conditions of course."    Conditions was the word you were expecting. BEN glanced at you from over his shoulder, a look of pure success across his features. "What conditions do you have, Slendyman?" BEN asked with an air of arrogance. Slenderman telepathically sighed before speaking. "Yes. Conditions. You, (Y/n), must become a killer if you want to remain

 SMACK! One down, two to go., Al smiled murderously at the other two drunks that were still alive.  They stared at the red-eyed American in utter fear. "It's the devil! The devil has come to kill us!" They screamed like a bunch of idiots.  The chubbier one stumbled over the skinny one as they began to back up, resulting in both of them landing on their asses.  Al snickered, and spun the nailed bat between is his middle and pointer finger as he slowly advanced towards them. “I’m not the devil you dumbasses.  More like your worst nightmare.” He sneered.  With only two swings of his bat, both drunks were lying dead and bloodi