All the nations of the world were gathered round the table at a world meeting, peaceful at last. Except one, the British Empire, Alice Kirkland, was shaking, eyes not focusing, breath rattling in her throat. The other nations were oblivious, apart from France, Spain shot her look every now and then and Germany glanced over, once, then choose to ignore it. They all knew what was wrong Ireland had told someone what had happened and the news had spread. Civil war, they had all experienced it or been told of the pain by a close friend. The intense burning pain, it feels like you are being torn apart, doused in acid and thrown into a raging fire all at the same time. Alice had already been through wars like this before this one shouldn't have been different, but it was.
When the meeting was concluded by Germany and they all left for lunch, Alice managed about two metres before collapsing, legs unable to support her any longer. A circle instantly gathered around her some concerned like France and some just watching gleefully like Russia. France dropped to his knees beside her brushing a stray hair out her eyes. "Angleterre?" there was no response from the British nation, except a quiet sob. Suddenly she let out a gut wrenching scream and her whole body gave a violent twitch, her eyes glazing with pain. Ireland shoved his way to the centre of the circle "there's no reason to stay, all of you clear out!" the countries began to disperse; a nation collapsing in a meeting was new and interesting but not enough to keep them around for long. When Ireland turned to face him, France flinched expecting to be told to leave as well, but instead Ireland spoke softly. "Look after her frog"
"I will Irlande" Ireland nodded at his reply and left without another word. Gently France brushed his hand across England's cheekbones memorizing her features and she blinked up at him. He was surprised for the second time in the space of five minutes when, instead of shoving him off and calling him a bloody git, she flung her arms around him and sobbed into his chest. "Je t'aime Alice" she broke away at that and crossed her arms "speak English frog" she said huffily "I can't tell what you're saying" France clutched at his heart faking pain "you don't know the language of love, your words wound me." Unexpectedly she hugged him again "I love you too you sentimental fool"
Angleterre=England
Irelande=Ireland
Je t'aime= I love you