In a blank space Britain and Belgium talk. He holds the bottom of the glass of hard liquor in one hand, while his other is in his pants pocket. Belgium pouts, reminding me a lot of Victoria from Hellsing for some reason.
"...The nerve. Ever since I was created, nations like you tried to dismantle me. Seriously, what is your problem? I am like the only girl in Western Europe left!" she says annoyed.
"Well, that's not true. how about Monaco?"
"Of please, I would hardly classify her as a road block" Belgium says turning her nose up. "Haven't I proven that I can stand head to head with the rest of you? Haven't I showed that I am capable of holding my own."
Britain looks at the swirling hard liquor in his glass. "Indeed you have... You followed our lead no matter how qruesome. And now you will pay the reparations for those deeds. Just like the rest of us" he adds calmly.
"Pardon?" she says baffled.
He looks up. "You didn't really think that all our wrongdoings will hover above us for the rest of eternity, did you? Such things always get settled one way or another."
"But why? When will that happen?" she stutters panicking.
Britain shrugs. "Any day now I suppose" he replies tranquil.