sub-Chapter one (England's POV)
I looked at the time. 2:00 am. I turned to France, who was sleep talking about my cooking. "France…I just realized something." he woke up screaming. "VEUILLEZ L'ANGLETERRE! Ne le faites pas! VOTRE CUISINE EST TERRIBLE!" I rolled my eyes. "France, You bloody git! You'd better be thankful I didn't understand any of that! Now as I was saying, I think we should call up the boys. We haven't seen our kids in years." he smiled at me. It was a fake smile because I woke him up, but whatever.
"YOU can call them. It's 2:00 am, I'm trying to sleep." I let him be. Just as I was about to call him, Canada called me. "Hello Canada. I was just-" "dad! You gotta come over asap! It's America. He's really depressed, and he might…you know…" "oh my lord…I'll be right there!" I put the phone down, told france everything, we got dressed, and got there in just a few minutes.
sub-Chapter two (Canada's POV)
I opened the door. "Dad, I think the great depression's here. The stock market just crashed a few hours ago, his people aren't doing well at all. No matter what he says, I will have you know he is NOT fine." of course, this time I was talking to France. England ran over to America, who was sitting at the table, looking more depressed than when the civil war hit. "AMERICA! Son, what happened? Please tell me." those two were trying to sort everything out, while I tried to explain.
"his people are so confused, and all over the country there's just complete chaos. Nothing worked to cheer him up. NOTHING. Not even food. There's something seriously wrong." he looked like he was about to pass out from stress. We were all worried about my brother. Yeah, he was annoying as I'll get out, but he's not as bad as prussia or denmark. And anything he does, he means well. I should know. I'm his twin brother. We used to do everything together. Then we became nothing more than roomates. But now my brother needs me more than ever, and I'm here with the people he love the most. We went over to England and America. "how is he?" "he's doing much better, but it's going to take a while for this to mend, even a little. It's going to be ten to twenty years (in human years) before anything really starts going back to normal." and they did…
Time skip: things go back to normal
sub-Chapter three (France's POV)
I was fighting with England, when I heard the joyful voice I hadn't heard in a long time. "HEY BROS! WHAT'S GOOD!?" China, Russia, Canada, England and I ran up to hug him. "WE MISSED YOU SO MUCH AMERICA! WE THOUGHT YOU WERE ANNOYING AS CRAP BEFORE, BUT THEN WE REALIZED THAT THE ONLY JUICE EVER HAPPENING WAS ENGLAND AND FRANCE FIGHTING, AND THAT WAS REALLY BORING! PLEASE DON'T EVER GET DEPRESSED AGAIN PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE! MEETINGS SUCK WITHOUT YOU!" he was speechless. he would never be the same after that night, but he would always be America. and that was ok.