This is something that just poofed into existence while I was doing some homework. It's just an idea I had after watching some APH and when I was reading an article about 9/11... this is just a thought tstory. Some thoughts I had that I felt like expressing and thought this was the perfect way to do it.
Please enjoy despite the spelling and grammatical mistakes I am prone to.
A new scar.
Everyone in the room had felt it at one point or another. They had felt the sear of tears and the rip of tissue as a new disaster befell their land.
Each man and woman in the room, the gathering of the world countries, had scars to bear on their bodies from the war or devastation that had scorched their lands through the years.
For some, the scars were old, pale, and everyday told their tales. These scars are solemn, for England and America they held matching scars on their hearts for the scars on their bodies were unsubstantial compared to the rift that formed between them during the American civil war. The old scars were ones recognized by everyone, yet, they were never stared at or mentioned, in fact they were ignored so as not to drag up the emotions and pain they had brought the countries.
Some scars were fresh, they are still pink and often times still bled. Sometimes a country would enter with bandages visible under their uniform, proof of yet another tragedy they couldn't prevent.
Japan was one example, the new scar across the back of his neck is still extremely visible, it is often he has bandages to cover the scar- it was only recently that the earthquake rattled his entire world and even knocked the world on its axis a little.
For every life lost, and for every piece of land left to rot and die, a country gains a new scar that shall never fade. For the younger lands, such as Canada, the scars right now are smaller, at the time they are different.
Some wounds are emotional, they don't scorch the land or ruin the people, sometimes it is an emotional wound from a confrontation with a country that was once an ally, or even a small percentage of the countries people hating that ally. Other times the emotional scars appear because they can't seem to do right for their people; a country weeps at the prospect of its people hating it, at the same time, a country can't control its people and dictate what they think they can only open their arms and embrace their people, hoping one day they will be loved back. For no country hates its people, they love them no matter the scars and grief they give the country.
For every civilian left to weep after disaster a new wound forms on the countries heart. But the countries must stay strong. They have a nation to lead and people who need them. Still it hurts them, when their people lose faith, and that is why a country dies.
It takes many years sometimes, and other times not even a century. Eventually all countries will die, because the world is ever changing, and one day the scars will turn into fresh wounds.
But a country bears those scars, bears the pain and suffering to move on.