America and France were dead. But their countries still live on. Tough the two personifications were killed, the citizens can still control their governments. But it was when these two nations died that the people of their countries became rattled. Citizens would rob and kill and riots broke out of nowhere.

-December 20-

Canada and Prussia roamed the dark streets of London. All the countries had come together to try and find Oliver, England, before he killed anyone else. The cloudy night sky loomed over the nation's heads as they searched for their friend.

*Ring Ring*

Prussia jumped at the sound as Canada struggled to pull his phone out of his pocket.

"Hello?"

China answered, "Matthew, Germany and I found him. He was looming around the Paris Catacombs."

Canada shoved his phone back into his pocket, grabbed Prussia by the hand, and ran down to the nearest cab.

"Mattie, what happened? Who called?"

"China and Germany found England in the Paris Catacombs. We need to go to the airport now."

...

Canada, Germany, Prussia, Spain, Scotland, Ireland, Wales, China, Japan, Egypt, Australia, and many other countries stood in the building. They all came together and locked England up in an abandoned prison. He sat behind the cell walls, chained to a metal chair. His fingernails were caked with dried blood. Germany had deep scratch marks in his face that Italy was getting worried over.

"Good Afternoon, pretties! I've missed my tea time. Do any of you have anything else to drink? Germany was tasting rather lovely until that Chinese wanker got in my way."

Oliver stuck out his tongue at Yao and whipped some orange hair out of his face. And as if a crack of lightning, England began to turn normal again. His hair blonde, eyes green, but he now looked tired and distressed.

"Help! Please!"

Arthur began to sweat in his chair. He looked older and dead. He had been changing every few minutes. Like contractions, they just got worse until he turns into Oliver for good. Which nobody wants to happen.

"I've been trying to hide myself from everyone. I'm trying to get better! Trust meee!"

England snapped his head back and his form changed back into Oliver.

Canada took the keys to the cell and opened them. A gun in its holster around the Canadian's waist. He took a few steps before kneeling down in front of the once great British empire.

"Mattie, are you sad that your dear brother and father are gone? I'm sorry you missed our little tea party. I'll try not to forget you next time."

Oliver laughed and bent over coughing up blood and mucus. He started slowly humming the tune to "London Bridge is Falling Down", while Matthew took out the gun and pointed it to his father's head. england stopped smiling and his appearance changed back to the defeating Arthur.

"Arthur, I'm sorry. We've decided that this has to happen. You've gone too far. I'm so sorry!"

Canada drops the gun into his lap and sobs on Arthur. England uses his knee to lift Canada's face up towards him.

"Matthew, I understand. Look, I've lived a long life. I've done many bad things. But killing Alfred and Francis were the worst things I've ever done and I can't live with that. I tried to cure the spell but it just keeps getting worse. Please Canada, I don't want to hurt anyone else."

Spain walked up closer to the cell, "You don't have to do this, Matthew. One of us can do-"

"No! This is something I don't want anyone else doing."

Canada pointed the shaking gun back to England's head. Arthur gasping for air.

"Do it. Fast! I feel I'm changing again."

England scrunched up his tired face and his 2P look took its shape. Oliver began to laugh loudly at Canada's shaking hands.

"There's no point. I am Great Britain! I am Oliver Kirkland! Remember my name. Because no matter what you do, I will be back." Oliver smiled, blood dripping out of his mouth, "You should have seen their faces when they saw me killing them so tortuously."

"Shut up! Shut Up Shut Up SHUT UP!"

*Bang*

England slumped his head back on the chair. Blood from the bullet wound ran down his face. Dyeing his shirt Crimson. His green eyes rolled back into his head. The dark circles and freckles washed away. His corpse sat in the metal chair peacefully from the long hard suffering he had to sat on his hands and knees sobbing uncontrollably. He had nobody else in his family now.

The other UK brothers cursed under their breath, cried, and Scotland actually had to leave the room. They could hear him screaming outside.

It was the end of a Great Britain. At least, for now...

((THERE WILL BE A SEQUEL COMING SOON!))