Those Three Colours

by AxtonB

Hey so this is like a preview(?) of the story i am planning to write (F.A.C.E.) You may or may not need to read this to understand the rest of the story, so i would recommend you read it, to get used to my writing style and stuff. (Don't like, don't read, please) xoxo HonoMegami (P.s the actual story isn't really a T but the rest of the story definitely will be due to language)

1. Chapter 1 - Preface

England wandered over to his lonely, brown armchair and fell into it, letting the seat catch him. A cloud of dust arose, spreading around the sad countries face; but he did not cough, or blink. He was too used to the horrible, acid-like smoke of a battlefield to be affected by dead skin and dirt. He tapped his fingers anxiously, though he wasn't waiting for anything. Then, he made the mistake of looking up and catching his eye on something; a painting. He had forgotten about it, and upon glancing, his eyes filled with tears. Salty water poured down his dirty face, cleaning it. He moaned and wailed, but then, he yelled. He screamed louder than he had in any battle, fight or war. The shriek was low and agonizing, but once it had finished, a deadly silence dropped over the room. The painting, old and tattered from age, was a beautiful mixture of three colours. Red, white and blue.

It wasn't a particular flag, nor was it just three stripes. The painting was a silhouette of four nations, a family. United, bound by these colours. England yelled because one was dead. And he will never forgive, and never forget.