Chapter 7
The nations, were all resting or either trying to get to their minds of the past events. England the one who found and raised America, was trying to get the fact that his old colony was like this. He knew that he was around for much but he wondered what did he do wrong? He wonder in his head and remember what happened that rainy day. The day that America won independence and his eyes. Oh his eyes were full of regret and hurt.
But now when America betrayed him he didn't have those same eyes instead it had a twisted happiness and confusion. He wonder what did he do wrong. France the old rival of England was watching the rain flow down in the Earth. When he fought over America he saw the innocence and happiness that he showed. His eyes and his smile were brighter than anything he seen before. Now his smile now had been replaced by something more sinner and bitter. He didn't know what he did WRONG.
Canada watched his papa looking out of the room's window. He wonder what was happening in his mind. Then it hit him. A nation's attitude and mind are filled by the same thing of it's people. If everyone in America are as twisted and insane then America would be twisted and insane. This wasn't his brother, no this are the Americans not his brother. His beloved brother wasn't insane his people were, but not everyone. He knew that his brother is still in there fighting to get control once more. He ubderstoif wgat it feot like. He just needed some help.
His eyes wonders across the room to where England was sitting at. He had his face buried in his knees. He walked to his end and softly woke him up. "England I know what is going on with America." England's head shot up and look at Canada straight in the eye.
"What the bloody hell do you mean?" His eyes were red and puffy clearly showing his been crying.
"America isn't insane. A nation's mind are the people's mind. If something influences them they are influence the nation. Is not the America that we know something took over him." England remained silent and lifted his head slightly.
"Do you think we're able to bring him back?" His eyes soften and he put his head down.
"There is a chance but we need-" He was cut off by a bloody scream.
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