This is just a small oneshot in the memory of the Titanic.
France would have liked to say that he knew that England was feeling off first. But the truth is, he wasn't. The moment the old empire had walked into the conference room; most nations could see that he wasn't well. Everybody knew the nation well, and knew that if they asked him what was wrong, he would yell and tell them to bugger off. They brushed it away, thinking that the island nation was merely under strain from the state of his economy, and left him alone. The world conference began like it normally did, with lots of yelling and arguing. Only, this time, there was one less voice joining the fray; one less nation jumping to argue; one less voice jumping to make his opinion known.
Germany had calmed the meeting down, and had begun to speak when he realised that something really was wrong. As he began the topic of global warming, he noted that he wasn't being interrupted by anybody; namely a certain super-power. Said super-power had a serious look on his face as he concentrated on his old caretaker. As the Empire bent slightly to cough, America could hear the slight wetness of it, as if he'd taken a drink and choked slightly. But England had no drink. Throughout the meeting, England would cough heavily, like his lungs where being filled with something. Almost no body attempted to do anything.
America could sense that he wasn't the only person watching England. His brother, Canada, was keeping a silent watch; Australia kept looking over and even his brother, the republic of Ireland was looking cautious. Although, it looked like he knew what was going on. As China was nearing the end of his report, England hunched over himself and began to cough and choke. The Asian nation carried on, before turning a glance over at the European Nation.
"England, are you alright, aru?" The other nation didn't respond, continuing to hack some more. Ireland got to his feet and went around the table to his brother, before bundling him into his arms. The nations watched as he took him out of the room. America couldn't help feel like he was forgetting something, something really important that he shouldn't have forgotten. He unlocked his phone and stared at the date, scanning his memory for something important. As he was thinking, there was a loud crash from outside the room, and Ireland was yelling. As quick as lightning, America leapt from his chair and wrenched the doors open, to see England convulsing on the floor; whilst slowly losing any breath that was in him.
He dropped to the floor as more concerned nations flooded out. He began to pump his chest, to a beat that consumed his mind. After 15 beats, he tilted his old caretakers head backwards; pinched his nose and closed his mouth over England's, blowing carbon dioxide into the nations lungs. He repeated it many times, trying to get life into the man's body. In the background, he could hear Ireland trying to explain what was going on.
"We told him not too. We told him to stay at home where this wouldn't happen!" One, Two, Three, Four.
"He said he'd be fine, that this wouldn't happen!" Five, Six, Seven, Eight.
"What's wrong with him?" Finland asked quietly. Nine, Ten, Eleven, Twelve, Thirteen, Fourteen, Fifteen. As he tilted his head back again, Ireland let out a shaky breath.
"On this day, 100 years ago, the Titanic began her maiden voyage." There where deep and sharp intakes from the surrounding nations. America thumped the ground as Canada drew him away from the currently dead nation.
"On which the Titanic sunk, and 1517 people died." America picked the nation up. "And the day where part of Arthur died with them."