I stared intensely at the computer screen. 8 out on 9 pages. Slenderman doesn't have shit on me. I furrowed my eyebrows and bit my lip. Where is that last page. I round the end of the tube thing for the gazillionth time. Still no sign of that dumb piece of paper.

        "God damn it, America," I mumble, remembering it was that assholes fault I've been playing this game for 6 hours straight now, at least tonight. I glance over to Greece, who was still fast asleep. Good. I didn't want him busting my balls on the 'importance of a good nights rest' and how 'the computers light ruins your eye sight' again. Whatever, he just doesn't want me to beat the game. Not that I can't be- oh shit, I just died. I let out a groan and bang my head on the desk top. "Fındık cehenneme!" I stop mid rampage when I hear rustling in the bed next to me.

        Wow Turkey, you're a fucking genius!

        "What it Zeus' name are you still do- oh." Greece gives me a tired look, one that screams 'I can't believe you'. I involuntarily flinch, preparing myself for a rant as long as Egypt's precious Nile. But instead I and the computer chair get moved back and Greece sits himself on my lap. I watch in awe over his shoulder as he, in no more that 15 minutes, finds all the notes, with sleepy, half lidded eyes. "Okay, what happens now?" 

        "I-I don't kn-know." I mange to get out. He grumbles a bit and in the game turns around and.... dies. The static screens shines on both our faces as Greece lets out sigh.

        "What a disappointing game." he states as he gets up and crawls back into bed. After gathering my senses I realize, yeah, that was a super shitty ending. As I follow suit of Greece I decied I'll deal with America and his terrible games tomarrow. That is after Greece asks me how long I've been playing that game before he woke up and lectures me for the twenty millionth time.