The New Country

Prologue

England's P.O.V

          It is September the first and I feel the warm autumn air brush across my face as I step outside of my house. My younger sister Malta has been acting up lately and I think a walk might calm me down and clear my head. I'm so worried about her, she is only young. Is this the 'rebellious phase' everyone talks about? I ponder this as I start my leisurely stroll through Kew Gardens with my warm cup of earl grey tea. This really is a lovely drink, I'm so glad my friends Sebastian and Ciel recommended it to me. I think about Malta's strange behaviour some more. What if she declares independence and leaves me? I suddenly think. I stop walking abruptly and drop my tea. The boiling liquid spills all over my shoes, but it's not time to think about that. What if Malta leaves? I don't want her to leave! She is my adorable little sister she couldn't possibly make it as her own country she is so tiny and small so vulnerable to attack- I sigh and take a deep breath. I chuckle softly to myself. Arthur you're being ridiculous. Malta would never leave her dear older brother. I chuckle again and softly make my way home.

Malta's P.O.V

     Stupid big brother! I don't want to be a part of him anymore! I want to be my own country so badly! I feel guilty about leaving him sometimes, but then I get really angry becaUSE ALL HE DOES IS KEEP ME HERE AND NEVER TAKES ME ANYWHERE! I pace back and forth in the lounge thinking of ways to tell him I'm leaving when the door opens. I see the bright blonde hair and my brother's cheery face appear in the doorway.

       "Hello Mal-" I cut him off by throwing a vase in his face. "Don't you 'hello' me big brother!" I run up to my room and slam the door. I can't stand to be here anymore! That's it, I'll be leaving soon.

     
           ~Time Skip~
September 21 1964

England P.O.V

"England I'm leaving."

"WHAT!?"