Why are you acting this way? Abusive EnglandXOC

“And why would I want to scare you, Jersey?” England asked, wondering how exactly he should punish her. “I simply want to give you a slap on the wrist.”

OOC: in case you didn't get it, a “slap on the wrist” is being told off. I totally haven't lived my whole life in Britain and only discovered that saying when I watched Loose Women. Also, permission to seriously injure Jersey?
IC: Quickly grapping onto Jersey's arm, England hissed, “I don't think so.”

OOC: I thought you were supposed to ask… Anyway, England considered breaking her legs, remember? Time to misuse magic! (*wails* I'm sorry, Fair Folk! I won't abuse magic for my own purposes! I promise! *fingers crossed*) Also, I expect you noticed I've become Scotland. It's fun, getting to be angsty, cheerful and angry all at the same time.

IC: Irately, England began to mumble words of power under his breath. He felt energy flowing through him, and knew instantly it was working. “I'll do more than that, love.” he promised angrily, then continued his chant.
New strength filled England. Already fantasising about taking care of Jersey later on (after a good scolding, of course), he aimed a bone shattering kick to her legs. It connected.

OOC: it's okay! Since I tend to get kind of attached to my roleplay partners (like, I might not know a single thing about them, but if they leave I get kinda depressed) and I like you even more than usual because you chat with me, I forgive you! I know the guilt of going inactive without warning and know what you're feeling is bad enough without me being mad. Does Longpaw53 want a biscuit/cookie? *gives favourite type of biscuit/cookie*

IC: England watched Jersey scream in pain and felt no remorse. This was how love was expressed, wasn't it? He was certain of it. Why else would his brothers love him after all the pain he caused them? Pain was love, and he loved Jersey.

OOC: what?! *protective mode activated* …Excuse me while I search for a spell.

IC: Seeing how calm Jersey was, England smiled. She was accepting his love! “Are you going to be a good girl now, love?” he asked softly, ready to phone and ambulance.
He wondered what sort of cover story would be best.

OOC: *glomps* Longpaw53, I'm bored! Entertain meeeeeeeee! …Please?

IC: When Jersey didn't answer, England began to worry. She wasn't mad at him, was she? Of course not! Everyone loves a British gentleman! his biased mind disagreed with his concern. “Jersey, love, answer my question.”

OOC: thank you. *gives another biscuit/cookie*

IC: “Thank you, love.” England said, genuinely, and took out his phone, rapidly dialling 999.
He quickly gave them the details and finished the call with the typical British, “Cheers, thanks, bye.”

OOC: hey, Longpaw53, is it just me or is England a complete yandere?

England pretended not to hear it. Insults were necessary, too, so getting angry about it would be rather pointless. “We need a story, love,” he told Jersey, adding, “What do you think sounds acceptable? ”

OOC: I knew it! Why can I only roleplay yandere!England? I fail at doing him normally!

IC: “Be reasonable, l-”
The wail of an ambulance siren interrupted him.