Temporary Final
The war was over, battles forgotten, alliances broken and enemies gone. The Allied and Axis forces have all departed and decided to move on to just being normal countries. America and the United Kingdom had always felt the need to be apart from each other when they were forced to both be involved in the Allies during both World Wars, now they really were separated from each other and they didn't know what else to do.
Germany decided, without telling anyone, that he was going to leave to sail across the ocean blue and stay away for a while, or maybe even forever. Spain and Romano have also been severed from one another for a long time now though they really didn't plan to be.
Russia was now alone and had to deal with his sister, the real psychotic one, Belarus who attempted to continue on forcing him to marry her. Russia hasn't spoken to anyone else about it for months now.
Some of these countries have either decided to go MIA and just leave without even reminding anyone about it, or shut themselves out from the rest of the entire world.
And as for everyone else? Leading on to a perfectly boring life, supposedly. The point was that ever since the wars have both ended and people were starting to surrender, the countries didn't feel the need to ever see each other on a daily basis like usual. Without the fighting, the destruction, the tension, the anger, the hurtfulness, the nations were nothing but-well…nations.
Today, it was cloudy and gray in the daylight, and it was pouring rain, while we focus on Britain, sitting at a table in an almost-empty restaurant gazing at the cup of hot tea in front of him. He looked out the window at the busy streets and the miserable people walking along the wet and slippery sidewalk and just looking at the peoples' faces made him feel like throwing a chair at the window and smashing it to pieces in frustration.
Why is everyone so sad? He thought. I mean, sure the war's over and stuff, but we all got to get over it somehow. He kept reassuring himself about that but all he got was the sudden feeling that he'd never be able to get over the fact that he himself was really sad about it as well.
He calmly sipped his tea, squirming as he took a large sip and burned his tongue with the hot liquid running over it. After a long and hard day, he probably felt like just going home and sulking to himself about everything. And so that's exactly what he did, when he felt like he's had enough of his favorite drink.
And this is how it all began, with just one dismal feeling after another, with each day passing by, and the nations hoping that one day, their lives would be worth more than anything in the whole world.