authorz note : HEY! okai, thiz is deh big finnaleee!

chapter for
'HIMMARYUA?' htey boffyelld at hte sam tyme
'Thou ist correct!' himmaryua declarrd, lukin well pissd off at htem, grtititin hiz teef 'This fanfiction is completely unacceptable!'
'woddya meen? diz fanfic iz prftgck!' engrand showted, brekin hte fourth wall
'You're all so out of character, it makes me sick to my stomach!' he showtedf back, glarrin 'Especially you, England!'
an hten amertika turnd into who he rlly wuz
'SUCCUBUS!' England and Himaruya shouted, as England regained his grammar and character
'What the bloody hell am I doing here?' he yelled, glaring at everybody, 'And what the bloody hell is that doing here?'
Himaruya sighed sadly, 'You were both afflicted with the deadly virus, Out of Characteritis, but only you have recovered. We have managed to cure France, but the illness is refusing to leave America, and has turned him into a Succubus demon...'
England had no choice.
He had to kill America.
For the real America would have wanted him to.
For England to be the hero he wanted to be, and now never could be.
Pointing a gun at the surprised America, he pulled the trigger, saying 'I'm so sorry..'
And then, pointing it on himself.
He pulled the-

'ARRRGGGHHH!'
A loud yell escaped from his lips.
Shaking his messy, blonde hair from his face, he gasped for air, taking short, panting breaths.
Palms sweaty and clenched, he sighed in relief.
It was just a dream. He wasn't really that OOC.
Laughing at his idiocy, he sighed.
Besides, why would anybody ever dream of such a thing anyway? No fan of his would create such awful fanfiction...
Meanwhile, the fangirls lay in wait, writing their horrifying, OOC, usuk drabbles...

OKAY DATZ HTE END, HOP U ENJOYYYD!1111111!