England never saw it coming.
He opened his eyes one day.
He saw everyone standing around him.
France cried, so did America. Russia smiled, properly, and China did a victory dance. Japan was speechless. Germany was glad. Italy was happy.
"Oliver?" he asked.
"Who are you talking about, Angleterre?"
Oliver. His best friend. His other half.
The one that wasn't tsundere, or cranky, or made burnt scones.
He said nothing.
France took it as a good sign, and continued to smile through his tears.