France slowly walked down the hall towards the balcony where England had invited him over for tea. It was unusual for England to do anything like this, but France decided to accept his offer. Going through the possibilities of what could happen during this simple meeting, one thought kept coming back.

One of us won't come out alive.

Preparing the tea, England stood in his kitchen silently. He knew this had to be done; he wouldn't let this never-ending argument between France and him continue any longer. He tried to decide what he would tell America and Canada, but figured he would think of something once this was all over and his mind was clearer.

Once the tea was ready, he place it and the snacks he had prepared on a tray. Heading to the table, something shiny on the kitchen counter caught his eye. He stopped to look at it. As he stood there, holding the tray, he examined the kitchen instrument with his eyes, allowing them to trail from the tip of the blade to the wooden handle. 'I don't need to forget this,' he thought as he picked up the sharp utensil.

France reached the balcony to find England sitting patiently in one of the chairs seated at the elegant table.

"You didn't start wizout me for once," he mentioned as he pulled out the seat across from England and sat down. Slightly startled, England looked up at France as he sat down.

"I didn't hear you enter," England retorted while pouring tea into the two cups he arranged earlier.

Examining the table, France looked at all the snacks England prepared for him; he thought it best to stick with the tea. After England finished pouring tea into his cup, France picked it up to take a sip.

"England, I zink you and I boz know zee real reason you invited me over," France said as he placed his drink on the table.

"Hm, yes, you are correct," England replied while taking a sip from his drink.

"So, w'at did you call me 'ere for?" France inquired as he rested his head on his hands.

"France, I believe we need to stop this battle that is continually going on between us," England proposed.

"Oui, I zink zat would be good, but 'ow do you presume we end it?" France questioned, looking out over the balcony at the land below.

"Well," England began while raising from the table to walk over to France. He was hiding one hand behind his back. Continuing, he said, "I believe there is only one way to end this feud. I also believe you know the way I'm talking about."

"Oui, I do know zee way you are talking about," France replied. Suddenly, England hugged France from behind with his free arm and rested his head on France's shoulder.

"It saddens me for it to have come to zis," France admitted sorrowfully while caressing England's face lovingly. Slowly, England drew the sharp knife up to France's neck.

"France,"

"Oui, England?"

"Forgive me," England said the final words as he glided the blade across France's skin, ending their conflict.