As an English man short and serious, slouched on a chair in his living room, reading a book that look withered and torn with worm holes. It appeared to seen better days. The man stumble upon it when going through his basement looking for some paper work he might have lost. It was from a time long ago where he was in his pirate phase. You see he was no ordinary man, he was the personified United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland and as you might have guest he through many years and experienced many things, however there were times he wished he could go back and relive some of those moment.
He as closed the book and placed it on the table. The country knew that would never happen even for a wizard such as himself would be like a dog chained to his house trying to grab a bone that he could never get to, impossible. He soon gotten up and look up at the celling, thinking for a moment 'Perhaps, the attic is need of cleaning?' before he decided to give in and went up.
All around there were dust and abounded mementos ranging in various shapes and sizes. He walked, scrutinizing some furniture. The cobwebs that hung snagged his body and the smell of must fill the area at all directions, all tells of a room that was barley used. An outside person would pounder how long that stuff been there, but the English man knew. He remembered the day like yesterday, all the battles, dents, scratches, pretty much a good chunk of their history. At that moment, an oval shape object that was in-between a gap of two boxes, caught his eye. Curious, he plucked it up and brought to his face. Eyes widen, jaw dropped as he held his breath.
"Come on Iggy?! Play with me, you can work another day!" begged a split second vision of a young boy with sandy-blonde hair and blue eyes, smiling, holding up a wooden toy soldier in front of him. His attention shifted back towards the same item in his hand only older, chipped paint, and covered in scratches. He hugged the soldier as tears soon fell, for this is one of the rare objects he had that whiled the most painful memories. The nation remembered the day he made it as well as several others though it nearly cost him his hands in the process, day he gave to colony as a gift to play with, the days when the child asked him to play with him, only to be refused most of the time, the day the when said child grown up and disowned him to his face, all came to him like a hurricane.
If there was one thing he wished the most was that he gone back that time when his colony was still a child wanting him to play with him. He should played with him more instead being selfish, perhaps then he might have been so sad. After what seem like hours, he place the toy down and left. As soon he calmed himself down the door bell rung repeatedly. Annoyed, he went towards the door in irritated fashion and opened the door to see a former colony of his, America giving off his usual smirked.
"Hahahaha! What's up Iggy, you wanna come with me and play this cool new game I just invited call baseball?!" He was about to give the American a hell no, but decided against it. The first time in only god knows how long the man wanted to do something with him that did involve some political event.
He sigh again before mumbled "Alright, America teach me how to play this game!" Baffled for a second or two he sift, grabbed the English man's arm, dragged him away, while saying "Cool let's get going!" though that day was spent being injured by a ton of balls, wooden clubs, the ground, and though he would admit it, he had a great time, however he just wished the younger nation mellow-out bit more before he tries anything like that again.
