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The room became quiet, everyone turned and looked at the two Germans yelling, no one really understood what they were saying, except for some. After the shock of the sudden yelling wore off one of the nations looked around and notice someone was missing, "Where's Matthew?" he ask concerned and still looking around for him. I, being the one closer to him, turned to see if Matthew indeed was gone and notice that not only him was gone, but his brother too, "Where's Alfred?" I asked mostly to myself and copied the same motions as the annoying French man, looking for him. After looking at every single face in the room he looked down to his stuff and found a piece of paper, something inside of him warned him not to read it, but he ignored it and read it anyways... He regretted his decision...

Mr. Arthur Kirkland

His name was written in a sloppy, cursive hand writing that could only belong to one nation. The fact that the note was in his hand writing and written so formally made the feeling he had worsened, nothing less he continued reading.

In this piece of paper I, here, inform you about my… our departure from the United Nations. The Americas will go back to its previous isolation; do not worry we still have our trade acts and laws, but we no longer are involve in any wars or treaties Europe does among them.

Sincerely yours, Alfred F. Jones.

The note was heartbreaking, not only he was going back, but he had taken every single country in his land with him. I took a moment and looked around them room, trying to find one of them, but I could not. I turned to look at the Fr... Francis, he was still looking for Matthew, slowly I walked to him and put a hand on I shoulder to stop him from moving, he looked up at me wondering what the hell I was doing, and without a word I gave him the note and took my hand away from his shoulder. He read it twice before giving it back to me, he was mad and was looking at me expectantly.

"Well?" he said after a few minutes of silence.

"Well what?" I asked emotionless, he seemed to get madder at that. "Aren't you going to do something?" he said with an acidic tone to his voice. "What am I supposed to do?" I asked him a little angry myself, "it's Alfred we're talking about, once he makes up his mind there is no one in this world who can make him change it!"

A dark look covered his face, some unknown emotion crossed his eyes, and he turned around. "There is someone who will listen to and YOU know who he is as well as I do" he said before walking out of the conference room, leaving him alone with the confused nations. The meeting was dismissed shortly after that and everyone went back to their place. I made sure to be the first one out and went directly to Francis house, something I never imagined myself doing. He was running up and down, trying to look for ways to communicate with Matthew, but according to what I understood: the telephone was not working, he had not answered any of his emails, and his cell phone was off.

After a while he came and sit next to me a shock, hopeless look in his eyes, "there is no way to contact them..." he whispered before breaking down. I stood up and looked out the window, he lived by the sea side, I looked out at the sea. Once it was my friend, once the wonders it behold intrigued me, but now it held no more than memories I rather not think about now. I waited for Francis to stop his sobbing, but after a few more sobs I left, quietly I made my way back home. When I got there, I was soaking wet and tired, my house was near the coast too, looking out to the vast Atlantic; I stood outside for a few minutes, the air blowing from his direction was cold. I do not know when I started crying or when I had crumbled down to the ground, I only knew this...

He was gone.