"Since leaving the EU, the British pound has dropped in value by an astonishing amount, the money we save will not go to the NHS, and people have learnt we cannot be part of the Single Market without immigration. Now the public is wondering - did we really make the right choice?"
England sighed, lounging on a chair. The news report was coming from inside 10 Downing Street, where he was currently at, but he wasn't looking at the TV screen, instead flicking through Harry Potter again. David Cameron shifted nervously in front of him. "You don't seem mad at all, sir."
"No, I don't, do I?" he said casually.
"Don't - don't you have anything to say?"
England sighed. "David. You weren't the best prime minister, but you weren't the worst. I can't believe my people re-elected you... But it's been nice bossing you around." He put down the book and wondered if he could take a holiday to the countryside. "I suppose... Compared to the great prime ministers of England, you're a piece of shit... But it's the best we'll get nowadays."
"Just take it," the Queen groaned. "It's the best you're going to get, Mr Cameron."
"Well, thank you," Cameron muttered. "I guess I won't be seeing you again."
"No, you won't." When the former prime minister had left, the Queen turned her glare to England. "What, Lizzy?"
"Can you please take this seriously?"
"I've been serious my whole life," he said coldly, "I'm just taking a break. As soon as I've finished, I'll get my people back on the right track." He stood up. "I'll be seeing you later, Queen," he said, and pushed the protesting old lady out of the room. "Now... About my holiday," he said with glee, rubbing his hands together. "I think I'll head back to the forest!"
"I bet that bastard's unhappy he left now," Spain smirked as he watched the news report, unaware that at that very moment, England was planning a celebratory holiday. "It's only been a few hours and already the country's in chaos!"
Poland kicked Portugal under the table to stop him from rising up and hitting his brother. Instead, Poland smiled tightly, forcing a laugh as the others laughed as well. Denmark was leaning back on his chair. "Yeah, I'm so glad he's gone." Portugal was beginning to see red. He slowly stood up, giving his fellow nations a very forced smile, before exiting the room. "Hey. Poland, is Portugal OK? He seems kinda angry... So do you, man."
"Yeah, my Polish man! You seem uptight! Don't turn into England," France said.
"I'll go and check on him," smiled Poland, even though inside, she was screaming, I AM A GIRL! I AM A GIRL! PLEASE DON'T CALL ME A MAN! It drove her mad, some days. Poland had never felt comfortable as a boy, so when she realised she was a girl, she had changed and that had been that. England accepted it and changed his pronouns for her.
Germany, however, had not.
It was one of the reasons she hated him so much, and why he had attacked her country, calling her a 'slut' and a 'disgrace to the master race'. Only a few Germanic countries knew of her transgenderism, because secretly, she was afraid - afraid that she would face that type of persecution again. The scars on her legs (which were covered with make-up) had not faded yet from WW2. She knew Germany had been afraid of England's wrath during WW2 to do anything too terrible to her, and she had been reassured that her male friend would run to her rescue the moment he could, but she didn't have that kind of military bond with England anymore. She was not guaranteed protection from any un-accepting countries. She knew England would fight for her in Parliament (and England had last say anyway) but the humans... they would delay, do anything to slow it down, and who knows what could have happened to her by then, especially with the kind of military power places like Russia had?
Russia... Even the name brought bile to her throat. She knew Russia's prime minister was not... accommodating of gays, so how would he treat people like her? Even in countries like England there were still transphobes and homophobes (though they were not a majority, thankfully). Her fear stopped her from 'coming out', but at the same time she wanted to scream it from the rooftops, because she was not a he. SHE WAS NOT A HE!
With wobbly legs, she rested against the wall. She had forgotten about Portugal, instead was trying to hold back her tears and try not to fall over. Portugal tried to sympathise with her, tried to understand and called her 'she' but he had never really understood how she felt. England, although not transgender, had been through so much pain, physical and emotional, he could directly relate to her feeling of being trapped, struggling to breathe and survive. "Please England..."
"I need you now... Where are you?"
Hey everyone! So everything listed here is correct I believe and about the transgenderism (is that what you say? Please tell me) please don't flame about it because I consulted a trans friend of mine and had him read the trans bit. He told me how he felt when he was still 'in the closet' about his transgenderism. If you are trans and feel that I should include something else about it, or are struggling with telling people then you can go to (no spaces):
advocates for youth. org - search transgender in the tiny search bar at the top
gender trust. org. uk
If you're in the US call the trans helpline :(877) 565-8860
Alternatively, if you want to talk to me, I don't really know much about transgenderism but I can try to offer my support and consult my trans friends again (he'll probably kill me because I've pestered him so much now xD)
And remember if you feel in danger from attack after 'coming out' call someone, ANYONE who supports you or the police.
