Chapter Three
China walked through the door. "I have chosen the casket for him." Everyone waited. China beckoned two Chinese men to come in. They rolled in a large oak wood casket. It had etchings of quotations from each country about America. Not many of them were exactly friendly.
"What the hell? How dare you put words into my mouth? I am polite as well as gorgeous. Those are not my words!" France exclaimed. "Give me bw'ake! Those are exact words." The two countries started going at each other.
Finally, Japan broke them apart. "Stop it, you two! Do you really think that your opinions count right now? We should ask the relative." He gestured his head toward Britain.
"Mister Britain?" Japan's voice snapped the country back into the present. "Huh?-Oh! Yes! Um, it's fine, I guess." He looked away.
China narrowed his eyes. "You didn't even look!" Japan murmured something in his ear. The older country nodded and growled. "I can design another one...only if it's okay with Britain." The Englishman nodded distractedly. "Do what you like."
China snorted in contempt but didn't say anymore. He ordered the workers to remove the casket from the room. Japan sat down with a sigh. "It's so unrealistic. And it was so sudden."
"It's all my fault," Britain breathed. Everyone looked at him. "What?" Japan demanded. Britain woke from his trance. "Huh?"
"You just claimed that something was your fault," Japan explained. Britain stiffened. He just confessed! "Uh, I mean that I should've been more concerned about his health...that is." His voice faltered.
France sighed and shook his head. "He was a grown country, England. He was capable of taking care of himself. Stop beating up on yourself. Those beefy monsters were going to get to him eventually." Japan nodded. "Yes, I agree. In fact, that was the last coversation I had with him."
Britain cringed. You just don't understand. "I wish I could agree with you," He whispered half to himself.