"Wait! Ashlyn!"
Ashlyn could hear heavy footsteps follow her as she walked away briskly. She didn't bother to look behind her and buried her head into her collar, tears stinging her eyes.
She felt a rough hand grab her hand and whip her around. Her long blonde hair whipped around as she turned to face Arthur, representing the United Kingdom. His bright green eyes were filled with sorrow. His breath fogged in the cold air as he spoke.
"You can't just leave me like this! I know you won your right to become independent, but I need you for the stock trades."
"I'm still a part of the countries that you own, it's not a big deal. I don't understand why you did this to me. I still have scars Arthur-" Ashlyn paused to lift up her black sleeve, which revealed red striped that went across her arm from where he had burned her with the hot rack he was using to cook his scones with. "I'm not a child anymore… I don't need to be treated like this anymore Arthur."
An angered look came onto Arthur's face. "Well, you're going to have to prove that you're able to live on your own."
Ashlyn was furious. "You mean like a war?"
Arthur nodded his head. "If you want to leave you're going to have to fight me."
Ashlyn snapped her hand away from his. "From now on Britain, call me Ireland." She turned around and walked away, holding her burned arm, cold tears stinging her golden brown eyes. She didn't want to admit it, but she didn't really feel like doing anything, but Ashlyn knew she had to if she wanted to win this war. Ashlyn buried her face into her hands as she walked away faster.
What she didn't see was Arthur's face as she walked away, which was stained with tears.