America: Um, England? I think there's another one writing a fan fiction about us.
England: Oh, really? Where?
America: Right there.
*points to where writer is sitting, typing on her laptop*
England: Oh, well, hey you, stop that right now!
America: Yeah! There are no such thing as personified countries!
*England smacks the back of America's head*
England: Not helping you bloody git!
*walks over to writer, leaning to the side to see her screen, and his mouth drops open in surprise*
England: She is typing what we're saying right now! *looks closer* and our actions!
America: Really? Let me see.
*walks over and looks at screen*
America: Whoa, dude, you're right. That's freaky.
England: What if we just stop talking all together? She might stop.
Yeah, I guess.
Did she just use an icon?!
Yeah she did! It's getting freakier!
Well, maybe it'd be best if we just restrain her! That way she won't be able to type!
*grabs rope and ties writer's arms to chair so she can't type*
How is she doing that?! You restrained her, but it's still typing down what we're saying!
This is too freaky! I'm out of here!
*America runs out of the room*
America! Wait! Where do you think you're going!
*Turns back to writer, her arms still restrained*
You must be using magic of some sort, right?
I'm going to get America. Don't you dare submit that or anything of the sort! Do you understand?!
*clicks submit now*