Canada sat against the Oak tree, looking at the green buds sprouting from the branches. It's been only a few months since Canada's family wiped out. He has been hanging out with Scotland and the other countries of the United Kingdom since they were also close. Even if they didn't like England very much, he was still their brother. Every once in a while Prussia would come by to see how the Canadian was doing.
Prussia sat next to Canada and started ripping grass out of the ground and making a pile of it in front of them. Canada pulled his hood further over his head. Gilbert could see teardrops falling onto Matthew's jeans. Prussia scooted closer and wrapped an arm around him.
"I know how hard it is to lose people you love. But I don't think they're entirely gone."
Canada looked up from under his hoods. His face red and puffy from the long hours of crying.
"What do you mean they aren't entirely gone? They're dead! They aren't coming back."
Prussia held his Canadian friend tighter as Matthew began to sob.
"What I'm saying is, if they, the personifications of the countries, are dead, then so should the country itself? Alfred, Francis, and Arthur were killed, but what if it just took them a long time to heal?"
Canada knocked Prussia's arm off him.
"Because I buried them! They aren't coming back. Whatever England did to use that spell made sure it killed people for good."
Prussia stood up and checked his watch. Scotland could be heard inside the house playing his bagpipes. Canada bent his head down and moaned into his hands. Gilbert yanked Canada off his spot and started carrying him over his shoulder.
"Hey! What the Maple are you doing to me! Get me down!" Canada screamed as he was flailing his arms and legs trying to get out of his friend's grip.
"I am taking you to England's tomb. It's the closest one from here and I need to show you something."
...
The coffin that held the great nation of England... Was empty. Rain poured down as the two nations took shelter in the tomb. The mahogany and gold coffin was wide open. Looking as if nobody was there at all.
"Matthew, only you and I know about this. For now at least. But I suspect the other nations will find one of the, missing when they come to mourn."
Canada ran around the tomb like a maniac.
"This is impossible! I was here last night!"
"And that was last night. I checked France's as well before I came to visit you. His is empty too."
Canada started to feel a warm spark run through him. His family might still be alive! But if they weren't in the cemeteries then where would they be?