(I'm going out in a few minutes, and I'll be back in two hours or so. Just want you to know~)
Tim got a gruesome smile on his face as he watched his counterpart fall to the ground. He started to turn around, and a folding chair flew into the side of his head, knocking him to the ground. "You little s***..." He groaned, blood trickling down the side of his head and onto the floor. He didn't either bother to try and get up, his leg hurt too much already and it was hard to move it.
Italy looked over to Ireland, getting up and patting the dog one last time. "Did you see which way he went?" He was pretty scared too, and if anyone looked at him, they would be able to tell immediately.













