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There weren't many guests at the funeral. Just a handful of people who were close to the little country.
His mama and papa, England, and his leader, and a few others, but no one else was to be seen.
It was snowing.
Just like the night he was killed.
"We are gathered here today to mourn the loss of a child. An innocent boy, with life left to live..."
A single voice droned on in the cold.
A man shifted in discomfort.
He always hated the cold; his country was full of it.
But today was especially frigid.
Chilling everything in sight.
England sighed, watching his breathe float away in the breeze.
He had never been especially close to his little brother.
It's not that he didn't love him, he loved him-still loves him, a great deal.
He just isn't the kind to show it.
Now he felt guilty.
His brother was dead, and he had never told him that he loved him.
He was a horrible person.
The band started to play as the priest finished his speech, and the boy was lowered into the ground.
It was time to say goodbye.
Guilt gripped his heart in a tight hold.
And every time a shovel full of blackened dirt hit with a dull thud, the hold grew tighter.
But Arthur Kirkland refused to cry as he bid his brother his final goodbye.

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"We have brought together this meeting today to discuss the recent event of Sealand's impossible death."
England cringed.
Alfred didn't like it.
"Dudes! So basically, we all know he was murdered, but-"
"Oui! Yank! Let me finish speaking. I know what I'm talking about."
"Shut it Francis! You didn't even know the squirt!"
"That doesn't mean anything! Just because I-"
"EVERYONE SHUT UP!"
The arguing ceased.
"Mein Gott! Everyone, someone just died! Can't we take this seriously?"
Everyone was silent, and Germany cleared his throat.
"Now, we all know what happened. He was found dead on a back street in London, at an undisclosed time a week ago. He had been shot and a bullet was lodged an inch left of his heart. The London police are saying it was an accident,..." Germany's eyes flashed, "But we all know better."
There was a heavy silence.
Everybody knew what had happen, but no one wanted to admit it.
Especially in front of the boy's family.
"He was murdered."
All the countries were shocked to see England on his feet with a cold look painted painfully onto his face.
But a rare few actually saw the hurt in his eyes.
One of which was a certain American.
It seemed to flood him to the brink, and it was drowning him.
It looked like he wanted to just cry, to open the flood gates and let it all go, he wanted to scream and wail.
He wanted to fall apart and drown; all he wanted to do was drown.
But he wouldn't let himself.
There was a dam, and the tears wouldn't fall.
Alfred was quickly shaken out of his thoughts when Arthur spoke up again.
"He was murdered, and we all know it. We just don't want to admit it, because we all know the consequences."
Alfred shivered, he knew, and even he, the hero, was scared stiff of the idea.
England, cold and indifferent stare intact, looked around the room expectantly, "It means that death is possible for us. It means that we are not invincible like we thought before. Though we are different, we are as weak as the people we guard within our borders. It means, we can't live forever, and none of us want to admit that."
Silence erupted once again.
Alfred looked around expectantly but only found down cast gazes and disbelieving eyes.
He couldn't believe it.
He was outraged.
With enough force to put a dent in the wall, he stood up abruptly, his chair flew back, his palms smacked onto the table, and with a disapproving frown in place, he expressed it.
"I can't believe this! What's wrong with you people? You guys saw the kid, the bullet grazed his heart! No normal gang shooting could have been that unbelievably close! The kid had been tracked down! And the killer could come for one of us next unless we stop him! We need to do something!"
There was another bout of surprised silence as he silently caught his breathe and regained his composure.
There was the sound of a chair being pushed back, then,
"I agree with America-San. That was not just any normal shooting. A skilled killer is the cause of this. We must do something before he strikes once again."
The Japanese man looked uncomfortable, but remained standing, he too believed that something had to be done, whatever the cost.
"I-I also think something should be done, aru. If there is a killer on the loose, we can't just let it run free, for our own people's sake, aru."
China stood as well.
"Veee~! Me too!"
"I agree as well."
Germany and Italy joined the cause.
"Oui! Don't forget me!"
France as well, and then one by one, every nation stood, whether for their people's sake, or their own.
And once everyone was standing, determined expressions on loyal faces, England started to cry.
And though America's heart clenched in pain at the sight of it, he smiled.

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