He knows that one day, they'll leave. They will grow big and strong and won't need his support anymore. That day, though, hasn't come yet but it will and it will hit him hard.
So this is about England and his little colonies or whatever you want to call them (America, Canada, Hong Kong, Sealand and I guess Seychelles). I was considering China, but I want to do something else for him. Something with HK and Korea because I love those two! Historicalness may not be the most accurate, so bear with me.
England's house was always full of loud noises. With little America running around and Hong Kong setting his firecrackers off. Canada never made too much noise, and was often lost in the large house. But England was fine with it. The noise of the young colonies made him feel at ease. His parental sense relaxed because he could always here them bickering or making noise somehow.
It felt calming to know someone relied on him for support. But something irked him. He knew one day that they would grow up and become independent. They wouldn't need him anymore. A sense of dread rose up and England felt everything falling around him.
"Iggy!" America yelled "Hong broke a vase!"
England sighed and placed his tea and book on the counter. Luckily that day wasn't today.
That day had been today. America fought for independence and won leaving England a wet and muddy mess on the ground. England hadn't been able to stop him because in his heart he was still his little America.
Hong Kong had returned to China and promptly became his own. He had left without a single glance. Leaving England a mess for nobody to clean up.
Seychelles retreated to isolated island. Beautiful innocent Seychelles returned to her island where she could be all alone.
And Canada, sweet Canada. He asked for independence and England didn't want to but he did. Out of all his colonies Canada stayed the closest but still just out of reach.
He had Sealand for awhile but he moved away to live with Finland and Sweden.
That day had come and England felt a cold dead feeling within. He never wanted it to happen but it did. Weren't they all happy with him? Every time one left he felt the sense of falling. And when Sealand left, he hit the bottom.
Rock bottom.
England's happy family was done. His nest empty. They had all learn how to fly and left to start there own. Nothing would bring them back.
At the world meetings he had trouble meeting their eyes. He could hardly have a full conversation without wanting to burst into tears and beg them to come back.
The day had come and it had England very hard. So hard that he still has trouble accepting that his little colonies have left and that he is only the shell of a former superpower.
You say you love me and but then you never want to see me again.
