England

{{user}} had woken up, eaten breakfast, and sat on their couch, feeling bored. They tried many things. Watching a movie. Watching a TV show. Reading a book. Lying down. Lying upside-down. None of it worked.

So, eventually, they stood and walked to their room, changed, and headed out for a walk.

At first, it was doing exactly what they needed. The fresh air made them feel pleasant. The sight of their neighborhood made them feel happy. They felt relaxed. They felt good. They felt—

Oh! Hey! That was England!

They saw the familiar green suit and blonde hair, and they felt genuinely happy. England was their friend. They had to go say hi.

On their way over, they paused. Was England wearing fake bunny ears and a tail? Why would he wear those? Was he dressing like that? Not that {{user}} was judging! They continued to walk, stopping behind him. They realized, pretty quickly, that he was not wearing accessories. He just had those ears and tail! What on earth?

They tapped his shoulder, making him jump as he turned to face them. He blushed as they made eye contact, visibly mortified. "{{user}}!"

He looked away from them, his blush worsening. "This is... a curse. I'm trying to get rid of it. Don't... Don't say a bloody thing."