America suddenly felt very, very trapped. He didn't think that England, France, and Canada meant to make him feel this way, but they were edging closer to him. "It's true."
They backed up. France brushed his long blonde hair from his face, more desperate than he had been since the Fall of France in World War II. "Par bleu!"
"Well… What do you think?" Canada said sheepishly, but no one seemed to hear.
"Ah, maybe it is not so bad! I could retire! I could live in a villa in the French countryside and grow old."
"Would it be worth forgetting everyone? Everything?" Arthur asked quietly.
"It'd be worth forgetting about you!" France rolled his eyes at the sharp look England gave him. "Oh, calm down. Just think. You can forget about how you failed raising… roughly five boys? Six? America left, you sent Australia to die on some island, Canada left, Hong Kong and India were miserable…."
"Stop! Just stop!" England stormed out of the conference room, letting the door slam behind him.
There was a ringing silence.
"America… I think he will miss you the most."
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