|| Hopeless || A Countryhumans WWll Alternate History "Rewrite" ||

Chapter Xlll: Terse • France •

France POV:

I sighed, dropping the documents onto the floor and rested my head, everytime I thought of Britannia, I felt more like flopping onto the floor and crying, i would never forget how Britain looked standing on that gallow, unafraid, a determind look, it would forever haunt me.

I looked out the window, I always wondered how it felt to leave your body, how was Britain doing right now? Was there even an afterlife?

I sighed, trying to let the thought of Britain go and composing myself, I got up and went to my bookshelf, my only source of entertainment, grabbing a specific book, labeled " Night "

The book reminded me of my own life, well, what used to me my life.

I sighed, opening the book to where I had last left off, it was my only break from my work, reading.

My mind started wandering elsewhere though, thinking of my last stance in Dunkirk, with Britain..

I started to regret every argument I had ever gotten into with Britain, how regretful I was for having had our children just watch.

I couldn't read, rereading each sentence made comprehending the book even worser, I couldn't stop thinking of Britain, I couldn't get this guilt off my chest, even though Britains death wasn't my fault.

I could have done something, I had a dagger on me didn't I? I could have stabbed those executioners, or, I sighed, I could've gotten myself killed too.

Something in my inner conscious told me that Britain wouldn't have wanted me to interfere, maybe he had accepted death? No, I couldn't think of him anymore...

I gritted my teeth thinking more of Britain, I lifted the book up higher to try and concentrate on my reading.

On the subject of Britain, was everyone else okay? Canada, United States, New Zealand, Australia, Scotland.. My heart ached thinking of where my children could be now, I thought of that one time when me and Britain had gotten into another one of our arguments and we hadn't noticed Scotland there.

The one thing I did know though, was that United States and Canada were both put in prison, I saddened remembering the state Soviet was in when I had went for him, was USA's and Canada's condition even worser? It hurt me as a mother to think of that.

Suddenly, i heard a knock the the door interrupting me from my thoughts, how happy I was to finally have a distraction from them, " Yes? " I said, a sign for whoever was there to come in.

The door slowly opened and there came a Croatia, the poor boy was just thirteen and was forced to do Reich's dirty work, there, he carried a stack of papers, " Great, " I mumbled.

" Since everyone's been overwhelmed with papers, here. " Croatia said, barely managing to get the papers to my desk.

" Oh, thanks. " I said, grabbing the stack of papers, boy they were heavy, no wonder Croatia was struggling.

" There's no other news, lunch will be at three, as well as a meeting scheduled for you next Thursday. " Croatia said, leaving to the door, i grunted, I hated those meetings.

Especially because I was a diplomat, meaning I would have to discuss with another one of Imperial Japans puppets, they were probably forced to join him as well.

I had gotten used to having a bunch of meetings, so it wasn't as bad as when I had first started my job as a meeting diplomat.

But the good thing about these meetings is that I would have an excuse not to do any paperwork.

Speaking of paper, I turned back to the paperwork Croatia stacked on my desk and practically threw the stack of paper on the ground, where other stacks paperwork were that I hadn't bothered doing, some were months old.