"Witch! Burn Them at the stake!"
No, why me? Why was I cursed to be like this?
He tried to get away, but he wasn't fast enough.  Death was knocking at his door.
Mom, Dad, my beautiful son.. I'm sorry.
He watched as he got dragged away from his family, his son crying, his father watching silently, and his mother nowhere to be found.
"England!" A sharp voice burst through the angry mob. He watched his best friend reach out. But it was too late.
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Silence was friend of Italy's. It was hard when the world hated you and you had no one to turn to. He made mistakes, like everyone else, but.. he made the mistake of existing.
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"And this one is for my dear friend, India."
Sweden cleared his throat, bringing his face close to the microphone.
"BITCH LASAGNA!"
The crowd burst into laughter, as Sweden bowed, and then a boot hit him in the face, thrown by an unamused India.
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"Canada, come out of the closet."
"FINE, IM GAY!"
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Germany looked down at Poland, "Hallo Poland-"
"fUcK OFF" Poland yelled,
"Poland why?"
"It's Opposite Day."