They voted yes. Only England and me voted against it, with Japan abstaining because no matter what he did, he would contribute nothing and only anger somebody. I think that he was right to be afraid of that. Russia dragged England off to the closet to talk, and I overheard because they were yelling. Basically, Russia wanted England to get the sedative to drug America so he wouldn't go to the police about this and ruin the plan. England said that he wouldn't, and that if he didn't then nothing would happen. Russia threatened to do to England what he and the rest would do to America, and everyone in the group and their allies would hold sanctions against him for conspiracy against America. Then he said that he knew how to plant things.

So England walked out dejectedly. Russia saw me and asked me to go along with England to make sure that he didn't hurt anyone while he was upset. I didn't believe him, but I went with him anyway.

So that was how I ended up walking with England for most of the way. England didn't handle grief as well as I did, moping obviously, so I decided to make use of this and get that annoying look off his face. Leaning on him for support because the juice I drank was rotted, I said. "So much clout, eh young diplomat?"

He shrugged. Mumbled. Then I said, "I don't like how you look right now, and because I am exceptionally kind, I shall help you."

"Stop", he said. It was a reaction, so I went on.

"You and I shall fight them all; Russia, China, Japan, Germany, Italy-

"Enough, you can't be serious, you're dru-

"And stop the assault ourselves!"

I forgot the look on his face, but he paused, sounding unsure and worried when he said "What?"

"Assault him, beat him and the rest."

"Y-you can't be serious. There's no way they can do that." I noticed that he was sweating profusely, so I patted his back, but he moved out the way, and I fell down. He stared at me in the eyes and said, "You can't be telling the truth, you're not in the right mind."

"But I knew from before that they were going to do that. I thought that it was obvious. They want him to be more mature and grownup, so what else are they going to do?"

England's eyes widened, full of fear. "That can't be true."

"Reality is doesn't care about its harshness. When it is harsh, it's partially because of the response of the world." I struggled to get up.

It took awhile, but finally he started walking to the closest alleyway and started kicking a garbage can. At first it was done softly, both the kicking and the cursing. But then they became more and more intense, so the garbage covered both of us and large, jagged pieces of metal cut into his hands, covered in blood and tears. He looked at me, and in his eyes, I felt as if I could've been knocked down. His eyes were almost closed, but I could see the dimness in them, like something inside was dying. Like something he loved had died. I tried to touch his shoulder to reassure him, but he swatted it away. "This is irredeemable. I'm a monster if I do this, and I don't know how to stop this."

"It's not that big of a deal", I said, hiccuping.

"YES, IT IS, YOU BLOODY MONSTER!", he yelled almost immediately. It gave me a headache.

"But you're drugging him, aren't you. Maybe make him fall asleep with it."

England smiled and said "You're right!" He offered to send me a cab home since I seemed tired, but declined, not realizing until later that I must have passed out because I was in my room. I shrugged and went to sleep, feeling as if something was tugging at me in the back of my head.

That night I had nightmares.