It was cold today. Really cold. Maybe the coldest day ever, since they had meetings in Moscow, but nobody seemed to notice, except England. All the nations were really cheerful today, god knows why. Well, the arguments kept on like usual, but the atmosphere was different for the British nation. It was time for a break right now.

He just watched in silence, how every nation got along with each other in their special ways. America and Russia had an argument, but they still smiled at each other, even though they are so close to war again. Maybe only their people are the ones that want to fight. France was talking to… who was that boy again? Oh right, Canada. The blond nation with that long hair patted his head with a smile.. Must be nice… His gaze wandered to Germany, at the other end of the table. The tall and well-build nation talked to the cheerful Italian next to him and Japan just watched them with a little smile on his face. He felt so… old all the sudden. So very old… He looked around to see, that actually EVERY nation had someone to talk to, except for him. He used to have so many people around him. So many small children, that loved him, but now? He was alone. Weak. Old. Why did it hurt him so much, all of the sudden? He was alone mostly all of his life. So why…? His gaze turned back to the table in front of him, with his favorite teacup on it and a scone he brought. He was not hungry… He didn't even touch his favorite brand of tea. Suddenly a sad smile crossed his face.

Stop thinking so much, old chap.

That's what he told himself for many months now. He started to feel sick in that short amount of time and started to think a lot about the people that surrounded him and also himself. Why was he doing that? He didn't understand what has gotten into him. He was the one always telling others to keep going. So.. why?

Why…? why….? Why….?

"England?" The sudden voice made him jump a little and he looked up. A man with dirty-blond hair and a burger in his hand was standing in front of him, a big smile on his face.

"Hey, watcha doing? You looked like a zombie for a moment, so I came to check on you!"

He cocked his head a little to the side and bit a big piece out of his burger to munch it down.

"You okey, dude?"

That question finally got the brit out of his trance and a small but tired smile formed on his lips.

"Y..yes. I'm fine."

"Y'sure? You look pretty pale, man."

America. He was always so cheerful and happy. England's smile faltered a bit. He was so young and already so strong. It always made him worry, even after the boy got independent. He would never admit to it, but he still loved him, like he was his own child. England closed his eyes for a moment, to get the picture of the small boy out of his head.

"Yes.. I am alright. Just tired…"

"You need to take more breaks, dude! You work to much! Try having some fun, sometimes!"

America suddenly jumped, which made England shriek for a moment in surprise.

"DUDE! You like totally have to come over after the meeting! I got some awesome new stuff that I want to show you!"

"Like that Oculust Rift-thing from last time? Sorry, but I'm going to pass."

"Aw come on! I didn't know it would make you that sick! By the way… you still need to pay the cleaning for my favorite jacket."

"It was you fault! You insisted that I test that bloody thing!"

"But you had FUN, didn't you?"

"You can't call pucking all over the living room having fun, you git!"

America started laughing loudly, which made England growl quietly. He place a hand on his temple and started to rub it a bit.

"Bloody hell…"

He sighed and looked back up the blue eyes of the nation in front of him. America tried the puppy eyes on him.

You are such a child.

"Okey… fine. I will be coming over. But don't bother me with that technology of yours anymore after that, got it?"

"Yosh! Roger that!"

America cheered a little and England stood up slowly. Suddenly something hit him like lightning. Everything around him got so slow all of the sudden.

W..what? what.. is…

He felt how his legs became heavy and his vision blurry. What was going on? England felt just fine a second ago. Just tired, but that was all! His eyes made out the shade of blond hair that moved closer to him and he heard a voice, but it was muffled, just like he was under water. He tried to move. Tried to think, but everything was so hard now.

What is.. happening… to me..?

Shortly after he finished his thoughts, his feet gave away and he slumped into darkness.