A loud shriek of fury sounded throughout the White House, and said blonde nation flinched in horror. "Oh Jesus," He squeaked, turning away from the TV in the Oval Office to look at the door.
"YOU BLOODY ARSEHOLE AND YOUR BLOODY CITIZENS! SENDING THEM OVER TO MY COUNTRY AND THEN HAVING THEM INSULT ME AND MY CAPITOL?! OH, YOU ARE SO SLEEPING ON THE COUCH TONIGHT!"
America flinched again, placing his face in his hands and almost curling in on himself. From the desk in the front of the room, President Obama, Vice-President Biden, and the First Lady looked on bemusedly.
"Um, Secret Service will be able to stop him before he does any real damage
right?" Biden asked nervously. America glanced at him with a raised eyebrow. Yeah, that was a resounding no.
There was a pounding on the disguised door of the Office, and distantly, the occupants could hear the mutterings of Secret Service: long used to the British nation storming in and disabling their ever