Disclaimer: Please let me know if anything offends you! This one does imply a couple of historical events, but goes into no detail, nor any explicit names of past conflicts. Please take that into consideration before reading on.
UK's POV:
It's raining again. I don't know why I'm surprised; downpours have been forecast all week, plus I'm staying in London for Westminster business. If anything, a lack of rain would be a shock.
Despite that, it still disappointed me. As much as I'm used to rain-showers by now, they never put anyone in a great mood, do they? Besides, they make this place look miserable! As I stare out of my flat's gaping window, I frown forlornly at the state of the capital in the downpour.
Don't get me wrong, I love this place, of course I do, it's just... maybe there are better places, maybe other countries' cities are prettier or more well-positioned or more politically relevant.... It feels like my grasp on the world stage is slowly slipping away from me. It's for the best though. I don't want to be given that kind of responsibility anymore and geopolitics ought to no longer be my concern.
I need to stop thinking about my past nowadays; I need to learn to let go, to be proud of the present...
3rd Person POV
UK sat, pondering for hours, just allowing time to slip away as she reflected to the darkness of her past, realising that the way things were now were far, far better for everyone. Let's not worry about power or the past, she thought, It's like Nada says: 'reparations and kindness are what's most important'.
Finally returning from her musings, UK glanced at her watch, thinking that perhaps she ought to begin getting ready for this year's European Meeting of Stuff (yes, that's actually what the countries voted to name it; it was almost midnight when the official title had been discussed and nobody wanted to think too hard about such a boring matter).
"Ready?" someone called out to her from the hallway about an hour later.
"Just a minute, Ger!" UK yelled back, yanking the hairbrush through her matted, rain-soaked hair and pulling on her old, reliable Doc Martins. "Alright, done!" The country stepped into the hall, where she was greeted by Italy, France and Germany, who were accompanying her to the meeting in Germany's BMW.
"What's this meeting about?" asked France, probably more out of boredom than genuine curiosity.
"Progress," Germany grinned awkwardly, "How a country can adapt to the modern times and make amends for the past."
"Right up your street then."
"I suppose..."
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