England was out for a while. When he finally awoke, everything seemed back to normal. He glanced at the worried expression of the nation standing over him.
"Ah, New Zealand, I just had the oddest dream! There was this large, gruesome… THING behind you and- ohhhit'sstillthere…" England's face once against paled.
"Oh no, a- why don't you sit down over here and I'll get some tea for ya, eh?" New Zealand quickly carried the frail England over to a chair and called over a waitress.
"What is that Tooniwhu anyway?" England tried to calm himself with some quiet chatting.
" Hmm… I think I might remember some old Maori myths about this guy…" New Zealand scratched his head, trying to recall some of the myths he'd heard when he was younger. " A Taniwha… It took many forms. I think it was some kind of creature who lived in bodies of waters or caves… and may or may not ate people and stole women. However some said that they were guardians… I'm not sure really."
"Ahahaha you are not helping New Zealand please where is my TEA." England started to breathe quickly again.
The Taniwha tried to ignore those hurtful words. No! I'm not a monster! Why couldn't they see past the ragged scales of my scarred face? Am I really such a disgrace? The bushy eyebrow jerk clearly stated that I was disgusting! I'm useless! No one will ever love me… No! that is quitter's talk! I need to get the lonely one's attention! … How?
"Really New Zealand, why can't you have cute mythical creatures like fairies and unicorns?!" England added six sugar cubes to his tea and quickly stirred, clear lines of distress showing on his face.
"You do realise that fairies used to lead people to their deaths and switched new-born babies for trolls or something right?"
England replied by simply adding two more sugar cubes to his tea.
