England grabbed the book, 'I'll read.'
Australia smirked, 'You just want us to stop talkin' 'bout how I always beat you at sports.'
England ignored her and started reading,
Dear Diary,
The war is over and we're back home. But it still feels like we're back in the trenches. A door slammed in the wind this morning. In an instant I was back in the trenches – bombs falling all around me and soldiers dropping like flies.
Turkey got me to snap out of it. But what happens if this happens when I'm alone? – New Zealand.
America winced, 'PTSD is the worst.'
New Zealand and Australia nodded, 'Yeah, it is.'
The Australia looked at America in surprise, 'When did you deal with PTSD?'
America winced, 'After my Civil War.'
England and the other countries who had experienced civil wars nodded. France and England felt awful, they'd left America to deal with his civil war on his own.
They looked at each other and nodded. Then, they stood up and walked over to where America was sitting.
They each wrapped an arm around him and he buried his face in England's shoulder.
Australia looked around, 'I think that we should have a break.'
The others agreed and left the three nations to their grief.