See-Car-Run

"Smart choice asking the hero to help, England! I don't think your frail old bones would be able to handle such a bout of physical strength!" "Belt up and get your arse in here, would you?" England grumbled to himself, propping his bedroom door open with an old wooden doorstop. "I would like to have the chest of drawers out with the rubbish bin by the time the dustman arrives." America blinked. "Dude. That sentience. So British." England rolled his eyes. "Well done, lad. Considering I am the United Kingdom, that would make sense, wouldn't it?" America simply laughed, wandering around England's bedroom like he owned the place. "Bro, you go