WARNING: Excessive drug use, (slight) sexual content, and (small) usage of bad language.
One day, England was searching around America's home, feeling a bit anxious, but having a good idea in mind. He finally found America's room, and opened the door. He was immediately greeted by a terrible smell, almost addictive, and noticed that the room was dark.
"Hey, America, I was wondering if" England stopped, coughing, choking on the fumes. "Ugh, what is this horrible smell?!"
America, lying slumped against the wall, curled up, looked up at England, wearing bellbottoms that were fashionable at the time, as well as a tie-dye shirt with brown vest. On his head, he wore an American flag bandana, but it couldn't cover his blonde curl. He had a sleepy look in his eyes, and held a joint in his hands. He blew out some smoke, giggling a bit, and raised an eyebrow lazily.
"Hey, what's up, Iggy?