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Summary: In England's Anger we discover the cost of building an Empire.

Chapter 3: England's Anger

Take me back, back to the golden days, when power and wealth were abundant. Take me home, home to the days of family, when we ran through deep green forests, swam in the deep blue sea. Take me away, away to the far reaches of the mind, where hate, pain and anger still linger.

While sitting in my living room sipping a cup of tea, I am trying desperately not to strangle my brothers. "Bloody idiots!" I think to myself as the voices of Scotland and Wales only get louder. Attempting to drown the gits out, I find myself remembering a time in my life long forgotten. It was a time that was both happy and sad, but also a time I find difficult to remember due to later events and their results. In my quest for power and wealth I destroyed many of those happy memories. For as much as I wish I could change the past I know I can't.

Pondering the ironies of life, I think about the golden days as they are often called, and my never ending quest for the power and wealth of not only my siblings but also the world. It was through this that I became the British Empire. At my peak the saying "the sun never sets on the British Empire" was true and remained so for many years. Despite having all the power and wealth I could ever want, what I lost in the process was something I would never truly recover, my family.

Family was a word that, for a long time, I disliked mostly because by using the word at all it became harder to mistreat them. I remember a time when I was young, carefree and enjoyed running through forests as well as swimming in seas and lakes with my family, but my favorite thing to do was magic. Magic was normally watched with amusement or worry by Ireland, Scotland and Wales. I remember, just as I'm sure they do, the first time I used magic. The disastrous results caused Ireland and Scotland to roll on the forest floor, laughing hard, while being scolded by a worried Wales, which actually made them laugh even harder. I don't normally dwell on the happiness of my youth due to the anger, hate and pain that the memories now invoke.

It seems strange that these memories would invoke such dark emotions, but for someone like me it's actually very common. I sometimes wonder who the feelings were directed at: myself or my siblings. In most cases I think it was more guilt than anything else. I'd love to blame my siblings for not only the guilt but for all the other dark emotions, but I can't because I have only myself to blame. Suddenly a loud crash echoes from somewhere in the house causing me to shake my head. "Bloody hell! What have those gits done now" I wonder to myself as the yelling resumes. Picking up one of the novels on the coffee table I let out a sigh "On second thought I'd rather not know".

A/N:

Finally I got this chapter uploaded! Next chapter is Austria's Music. Please R&R thanks!