Chapter Two
Britain paused at the door. "What do I say to them?" He asked himself. It was the next morning. He had not yet decided what to do with the body. He had to trust Russia would keep his mouth closed.
He went in. Everyone looked at him. "What the hell! You are late!" China yelled. He looked past Britain. "Where America?" He demanded.
Britain swallowed. He was shaking all over. "America is dead." The whole room gasped. "How do you know?" Japan asked. Britain took a moment to breathe. So far, so good. "I-I visited him…and he was lying in his bed. He-he wasn't breathing. He must've died of a heart attack." He looked at Russia when he said it. The big man returned the gaze grimmly.
The room was silent. France finally spoke up after a few long moments. "This must be so hard for you, Britain. You practically raised him." For the first time, France wasn't mocking him. He acknowledged the wine loving country. "Yes, it's been a hard day." He felt a tear run down his cheek.
"I guess we should prepare for a proper burial, then," Germany suggested. Everyone murmured in agreement. China led them out. "I told him to lay off the hamburgas," He remarked as he passed. France paused and looked at Britain. "I know we're not friends, but don't be afwaid to talk about anything, all right?"
Britain eyed his rival suspiciously. But his sparkling blue eyes were as solemn as his emerald ones. Britain nodded.
The only one left was Germany. He lingered by the door. "You don't think I had something to do with it," Britain challenged. Germany blinked innocently. "Of course not. But it does look like I'm the only country that finds it a little odd zat zis man dies right after an intense argument." He patted Britain on the shoulder and left the room.