France was shocked. Out of all the countries he hadn't expected England to fall. His body was on the ground fading. While the nation himself was still, though barley, alive. Particles of his existence were floating off of his body and then disappearing into nothing.
England, whose eyes were closed, opened them and looked over to other side of France and saw the North American brothers.
Both of them had sad expressions on their faces. They all knew that this was part of life that children should outlive their parents. This still didn't prepare them for what they were watching.
England smiled "I'm glad you both made it, even you frog" came the whisper like voice of the once super power.
France couldn't help but smirk at the attempt of normalcy with the old pirate turned gentlemen.
"L' angleterre, you've done enough you should sleep" Said France. Arthur nodded, "you're right for once" he said then paused "Thank you again Francis" he said before he closed his eyes only sparing his previous colonies one last look before he let the darkness take him.
Everyone in the room was silent as the remaining parts of England glowed before dissolving altogether. Canada, who couldn't take it anymore, broke down and started crying. America, who had tears streaming down his face, hugged his brother and let him cry.
France, who was staring at where the British nation once lay, turned and left the two much younger countries to their own grieving only letting a few tears to his long time friend.