All he could focus on was the shot. The shot that ment it was over. He had killed him. England shot America.
Present day
That had been 500 years ago. England had never been the same after. Everyone tried to help him but nothing worked. And when ever someone mentioned it England would break down.
He use to be such a strong and powerful nation. Now he was weak. He was almost going to give up. He was almost out of money. He was almost out of food. Everyone tried to help but he would denie the help. He just wanted to die.
He hoped to starve. He would feel the same pain. He was in his room. He was alone in the room. It was compltely dark.
"England." America wispered to himself. England jumped.
"What? America?" England asked. America nodded. England ran over to him, "But I thought that you died."
"Yes I died. But not completely. I'm still with you." By now England was crying. "N, don't cry for me." America said wiping the tears away from Englands eyes.
"I'm so sorry." England wispered, still wished he could comfert England but he couldn't touch him.
"Don't be sorry. Just remember that everything happens for a reason. Also remember that I will always be with you. Oh, and don't try to kill yourself You can see me at anytime. And sorry for douting your magic" America said. England chuckeled at the last statement.
"Then I'll try to see you more often." England said. America smiled gladded he knocked some sense into England.
"Well then I should go now. I'm glad I got you over this." America said, slowly disapering.
"Bye America." England said. Then only a few moments later Merica was completly gone England just sat in the quietness for a bit. A few minues later, France walked in.
"Hey look England," France said, sitting down beside England, "All of the other countries and I are worried about you." France said looking worried. England turned towards him and smiled.
"I think I'm over it now." England says, still smiling . France smiles back.
"Well then tat's good. Oh and if you didn't know, America had the states. They are now all spread in the U.S. I figured you would want to know." France said. England nodded his head.
"Thank you France," England said. From the in between,where all country's go after death, America was looking down on this moment, smiling.
"I'm glad it ended this way." America wispers to himself.
This was made a long time ago and I found it recently and I thought I had finished it. Then I relised I had not and so I finished it. I may write a chapter about America later if you want me to.