England: *just chilling*
Plague: Oh yse, my next victim.
England: *sees plague* Oh gawd, nu.
Plague: shut teh fuk up *crawls inside of England's body*
England: oh gawd, y? *dying slowly* Ahhh!
Scotland: Oh? England is weak from sickness, I should attack him while I have the chance!
Scotland: Haha! *shows up at England's house* There's no way I won't win.
Scotland: *goes into England's room* It's impossible for me to lose.
England: Scotland? Why are you here? *coughs*
Scotland: I've come to defeat you due to your being ill. It will make it easy on me since you can't fight back.
England: Scotland, I don't think you should be here, you might catch the- *coughs*
Scotland: You just want me to leave so I won't defeat you!
Plague: oh yse, another victim
Scotland: What is that?
Plague: ur wurst nitemare *crawls inside of Scotland's body*
Scotland: Oh God, I've been defeated by my bedridden brother! How has this happened?!
England: Hahaha! Suck a wank- *coughs*
Scotland: You're a bag 'o shite.. *coughs* Oh God.
England: That's what you get for trying to fight me when I'm ill.
Scotland: I'm going home.
England: There's no way you're going home in that condition. You better stay here until you're better.
Scotland: Fine, move over. *lays down with England*
England: This isn't awkward.. *sarcasm*
Scotland: What are you talking about? We're brothers, this shouldn't be awkward.
