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England's head was bowed, with shame, anger, and depression. He was crying into the letter left behind by America.

"Damn it! I'm sorry America. I'm sorry Alfred. I love you…" Just as all hope was lost, a small reassuring voice filled the air.

"I'm sorry too, Iggy! I know you do!"

England felt small arms wrap around him, and realized America hadn't run away!

America spoke 100 miles per hour, not even taking a breath.

"I'm sorry, I was sad after what happened last night, and I was gonna run away, so I wrote that note, and set it with the broken toy, but then I thought it would be funnier if I saw your reaction, but I didn't know you were gonna be so upset, and now I feel like a villain and not a hero for making you cry, please don't cry Artie!" America tightened his grip on England.

England grabbed America's arms and turned around. "Alfred, I'm sorry. I want you to tell me exactly what happened last night." America scrunched up his face, as if the events of the previous night made him physically pained. He retold the story anyway, and with every word, England's heart bowed lower and lower. "I'm so sorry, America…"

"It's okay. I just want to know what made you act like that. It was kinda scary, so I don't want it to happen again!" England sighed, unsure of what to say. Of course, he couldn't tell America he got smashed and was now hungover…he would have to make up a good lie.

"Well, America, you know how people take medication when they are hurt?" America nodded. "Well I had a…boo boo on my foot." England chose his words carefully. "And I had to take some medicine." America nodded with understanding, and England continued, "So sometimes, when you take medicine it makes you…loopy." He concluded, hoping America would get the idea. "Oh, I see Iggy! The medicine made you crazy. I gotchya!" America smiled and winked. England always sucked in by his boyish charm hugged America. "I'm really sorry, Alfred…"

And another thought struck England. This is all France's fault. Of course, his stupidity is no excuse for the way I treated America, but he still caused all these problems. Everyone is against me now…I don't know how I'll get out of this mess…But I do know I will get my revenge on The Frog. If he gets me first, who'll take care of America? I can't leave him in the hands of France…


In his mind, France was doing everyone a favor. Not only would he himself be satisfied, but now no one would have to put up with Angleterre's bitter attitude towards everyone but Amerique. And today was the big world meeting. Everyone was getting together to discuss "what they would do about that pervert." It would be perfect.

So in his excitement, France got ready a little early. He got in and out of the shower, and put his favorite robe on. Next, he turned his blow-drier and dried his hair to perfection. He went downstairs, ate breakfast, and then put on a nice purple suit. Lastly, he put on some lovely smelling cologne on. Nothing would spoil today's plans.

He hopped into his car and drove down to the meeting hall, whistling "we are the champions" as he arrived. He sat down in his chair, and saw him across the room.

This is it, Angleterre…

Germany started off the meeting. "Time for a quick attendance check. Uh, Italy, are you here?"

"Pasta!"

"France?"

"Ici."

"Japan?"

"Koke de."

"China?"

"Zhèlǐ"

"Russia?"

"Zdes'"

"Spain?"

"Presente."

Various other nations were called with ease, until the last one came up.

"England…."

Everyone stopped talking before a nervous, "I'm here," was returned by England.


England was starting to get worried. They almost never took attendance at these meetings, unless a serious issue was coming up. Were they going cease the fact he was a country?

"Countries. We all know why we're here today." Everyone shot a dirty look at England."We are here to discuss the matters of England possibly being a child molester."

A soft murmur of agreement broke out. "But what should we do about it?

"Burn him at the stake!"

"Get the poor child away from him!"

"Use him as a piñata and have a world party!"

Countless threats were made.

But one soft voice, belonging to Italy, said "We could hold a trial."

Germany nodded, and yelled, over the noise, "Quiet!"

All the nations stopped talking to look at him. "I think we should go with Italy's idea and hold a trial. If he is found not guilty-" (many nations snorted at this.) "-Then we do nothing. If he is found guilty…we will cut off his existence as a nation. Does everyone agree?"

Almost all the nations nodded in agreement, and some even cheered.

"Alright, then," Germany spoke, "Everyone meet back here at three o'clock for the trial.

"Wait!" France spoke. "Who shall be the jury, and who will be the judge?"

"I, obviously, will be the judge." Germany replied, "and the jury will be….Italy, Russia, Prussia, Japan, China, Spain, and…Poland. Sure. Does anyone want to be the main prosecutor?"

Belarus stepped forward, and said, "Let me prosecute."

"Good, now, does anyone want to be England's defendant?"

There was a long silence. Not a single person said anything for at least a minute.

Suddenly, the door burst open. Little America was running into the big room. "Hey everyone! What are we talking about?" England rushed toward him and picked America up in his arms. "America, what are you doing here?" England asked nervously. It was a miracle Alfred made it there without getting hurt. "I didn't wanna be lonely, so I snuck into the back of your car. I waited a little bit, and then I came in this building. Are you guys having a birthday party?" The little boy's eyes lit up, and all the nations chuckled at his cuteness. "No, Alfred…" Germany came forward, and gestured for the boy. "I think it's best he doesn't stay with you tonight, after what you have been accused of, England."

"What is he talking about, Iggy?" America looked into England's face, and studied it.

England had no choice, though, if he wanted to get America back. He handed the young nation over to Germany, and sat down, his head pounding. "What's going on Iggy?" Then America's attention focused on Germany. "Where are you taking me?"

"France, the kid will stay with you tonight." Germany placed America in France's arm.

"Please, leave with him now." France smiled, and turned to leave the meeting room with America.

"No! I don't want you! I want Iggy! Put me down! Artie! Don't let him take me away from you!" America was sobbing.

Arthur's heart broke, and he couldn't stand to look at America again, afraid that if he did, he would act irrationally.

Germany cleared his throat. "If no one wants to be England's defendant, I'll just have to choose one. How about…Hungary. You are a smart nation. Can you do it?"

Hungary stood up, and nodded. She still had tears in her eyes from watching America being torn from the room. "I'll do it."

"Okay, then, Germany said. "Meeting adjourned. Everyone back here at 3, on the dot."


Sad ending.

poor America/ England!