Truth

Why it happened

" I can't believe that bloody git sometimes! I swear... I've had enough of what he does to me! I'm gonna make him feel a pain similar..." England was red faced with fury. At the meeting America had been joking about the revolutionary war. He though joking about it would make him feel better but it never worked. And England had walked in his face was filled with so much pain that all the countries stopped. " how could you...?" England asked with his voice cracking. He had ran out as soon as possible. He had tears that threatened to leave his eyes. Once he had gotten home he cried. He punched his own wall and made a hole, he didn't even care. Then we're back to what he said in the beginning. " I'll... I'll cast a spell! I'll make him get an illness of some sort! Maybe I can give him a fever... No-no that's to small and easily curable. Chicken Pocks! There we go! Now where did I put my book..."

America had been going through his attic the other day and found a lot of his things from the revolutionary war. Whenever he did his cleaning he would be upset for a bit, and he didn't want the other nations to notice. He had noticed that England walked in. On a last attempt to try and make himself feel better, he said something that he immediately regretted. " the British are coming! The British are coming!" He said trying to make everyone laugh. They laughed but it didn't last long. The look that spread across England's face made him feel like he just saw a kicked puppy. " how could you...?" He heard England say before he ran. "ENGLAND!!" He yelled chasing after him. He had lost him... He didn't know what to do. He didn't think it would effect him that much... He would make it up to him by making him something... He could try and make that special thing England taught him when he was younger... Maybe that could help. He went to go find all the things he needed.