He missed them. All of them. That Idiot America. The Bastard Germany. Even that damn Frog. He didn't know if they were alive or dead. He supposed it was possible others had survived… but the nuclear holocaust was so thorough it was hard to believe. And all of his bosses died, leaving him without direction. When the Norsefire regime started, he was relieved.
He was relieved that order was back, that law had swallowed the chaos, and he could stop ripping himself apart. He was relieved until he started to get the odd rash. Small outbreaks, starting at his feet. But when the rashes disappeared, they took his spots with them. The freckles, the moles… he knew what was wrong, he'd seen this on Germany at the end of WWII. He'd seen them on Russia's hands during Stalin. Purges. Elimination of diversity.
He looked into it. He found the concentration camps. He when to his new boss and told him to stop. Told him that it was wrong… and got thrown in himself.
The girl in the next room kept him sane. She was a touchstone of the diversity he was losing. But as the rashes covered him, made him uglier, he was able to get his point across; that those doing this to him and to her were no more than insignificant bugs. And he was able to obtain what he needed. He still had the knowledge of ages past… and the last age past said to never mix bleach and ammonia. He knew mustard and chlorine gas couldn't kill him, he wasn't mortal, but he could escape with a bang.
That was when he saw the busy Child. The Child kept so busy England had no way to get him alone and guide him. But the Child wasn't quite everyone, just as England wasn't anymore. And when he saw the Child's rebellious streak, he knew what he had to do. England would destroy the symbols of authority he used to pride, for they helped convince the masses all was well. And when those fascist Nazi dicks had no more leverage on him, he would destroy himself… all he needed now, was a caretaker for the Child.
And a secret identity, something dramatic and symbolic. Perhaps V, his room number that he could make sound very mysterious. And his appearance: perhaps his most talked of mortal enemy, Guy Fawkes. Oh, this theme would be so fun. He could live up his last years, and go out with a bang.
Author Note: I like this set up with England as V from V for Vendetta, but I don't think I can do it proper justice. I will probably add more sporadically, but I really want to see other people take this idea and play with it. I would really like to see more backstory, but I'm not sure I can do the extended angst, my writing style is a bit too crack for this Plot Bunny... I'll give it a shot now and then though. I don't promise good chronology, it'll probably be a series of one-shots.