Japan held a stern expression and the crease that had fitted itself between his brows revealed his nervousness. Greece wore a troubled glare. His jaw set. Egypt would pace. Stop. Try and ease his suffering friends pain the best he could before he started pacing again. There wasn't really much they could do besides try and keep the fever down. They had done all they could and yet it just didn't seem to be enough.
"Come on. Get better already... Don't you dare give up now. Not after all that's happened." Greece nearly growled at the still unconscious nation.
"... Something isn't right… The rebellion is gone. He should be getting better."
None of them wanted to consider the possibility that they were too late in getting rid of it. So they simply watched over their friend in silence.
It was astonishing. An entire nation had all but fell apart overnight. The rebellion and the government had been at odds for a long time. Each attack on the other getting harsher and more risky. Buildings fell in the explosions and much blood was shed. Innocents perished along with the guilty. Pain and suffering was all that was know. And before anyone knew what happened. Before anyone could do a thing about it the nation had destroyed itself leaving the land scarred and dead and forsaken by all forms of government. Turkey was destroyed and ever so slowly a people, calling themselves a new name, rose from the ashes to take it's place.
Yeah I know... But you can't say I didn't warn you. If anyone wants one where they both live tell me. If not then this is going to be wrapped up and be put away so I can work on Counting Sheep:England or the Child of Death series as I have been calling it. Thank you for reading.