Requested by Soft-Nymph . Thank you for this one

"(Y/n) dear, don't leave now," I turn and hear France talk to my crush. My love, and I don't find this amusing. The lust in France's voice bothers me and I don't know why. I just clench my fists and walk the other way.

When I return with a cup of coffee for (Y/n), I see Great Britain pulling on their arm and dragging them to what he calls his work space. Growling, I throw the cup to the ground and walk away again. Of course they have to tease me like this.

Here I am again, through the same damn hallway and I feel my blood-boiling when (Y/n) isn't there. I storm down the correct end and bust down the door to Great Britain's office. Immediately I spot (Y/n) getting groped and whimpering for help. The pleading look in their eyes sets off something inside of me.

I clear my throat loudly and see Britain turn around, a look of surprise on his face. "Let go of (Y/n)," I stammered, feeling the burning sensation of tears lightly sliding.

"No can do, Reich. They are all mine," He replied with a lustful purr, before going back to groping them. With more force that makes me pull out my .25 caliber. I whip it in front of him. "LET THEM GO NOW!" I scream.

The country holds his hands up in the air and backs away slowly. "(Y/n) cover your eyes," I stated.

"B-but-,"

"JUST DO IT!"

They complied with my order and I faced Great Britain. I cocked my gun and point it blank-range. "Goodbye Britain,"

"Wh-,"

The bullet left the chamber and hit him right above the eyes.  Blood and brains scattered on the metal wall behind him, as his body collided with it. Britain slipped down and a trail of blood followed. The crimson dripping from his mouth in streams. "Grab my hand (Y/n) and don't look,"

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