Everyone stands quietly staring at the tall country lost for words. Scotland looks over each country analysing them.
"Uill tha seo neònach." Scotland said. He just gets a confused look from everyone in the room.
"Oh yeah, you din nae speak Scottish do you? let me translate...Well this is awkward." Scotland said using the same tone he had used when he said it in Gaelic.
"Yeah it really is." Replied the American.
"Wait! Scotland where's Britain!" France shouted now panicking. She pushes past Scotland into her and Britain's bedroom. She sees three over countries in the room now awkwardly looking at her.
She looks at the smallest country first. A little girl by the looks of it. She wears a red and pink hoodie that looks way too big for her, she has grey leggings with white and green trainers. The most weird thing of all is she appears to have small red wings either side of her and horns on top her head. Her flag consist of a green bottom with a white top and a bold red dragon in the middle of her face.
France looks at the country standing next to the small country. He's a bit taller than wales but still quite small himself. He wore a red shirt with a yellow tie, he had navy coloured trousers and had orange wedge sneakers. On top of the country's head was a small crown to Match his flag which had a white background with a red plus sign and a white six sided star which contained a red hand in it with a crown above the top point of the star, in the centre of the red plus sign. France recognised it as the Ulster banner.
France turned her attention to the third country in the room. He wore a grey suit just like uk would, red tie, white collar, grey trousers but instead of a top hat the country wore a fedora. He also wore rectangle glasses. His flag was a white background with a red plus sign, just like the Ulster banner minus the symbol in the centre.
"Where?..." France starts looking around the room and at the random countries that just appeared. Then it hit her.
"Non..." she said and kneeled on the floor feeling hopeless. "Il ne peut pas être parti." France held her head in her hands and began to cry.
Her sons also came to the realisation and began to cry with her. Canada walked over to France and kneeled down with her holding her tight, as they both cried. New Zealand was hugging Australia while crying into his chest, Australia held on tightly to New Zealand tearing up as well.
America stood by himself in shock tears slowly began to form and roll down his cheeks. A million thoughts in his head and all he could think of was how bad he had made his dad feel with the American revolution and never wanting to spend time with him. America regretted it all deeply, he wish he could of helped his father, but it was too late now.
Frances POV
My husband is gone. Britain is gone. I can't believe it please god give me one more minute with him just to tell him how I feel, how much I and the kids love him. Canada kneels down and hugs me. Comforting and makes me feel a little bit better but it will never be the same as when Britain hugged me. I miss his delicate touch his soft and extravagant words.
Scotland's POV
I can't believe they're still crying over Britain he was such a bastard to me he doesn't seem worth crying for, but I guess that's my perspective of the story. I really want to leave the room right now it's so awkward and I can't wait to see the world in my eyes again and be able to do what I like without anyone bitching at me about it. I can't wait to eat haggis again and see Nessie, things Britain would never allow me to do when I was united with him.
"Are yer done noo?" I ask getting bored from waiting on them to finish crying.
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Breaking Away-CountryHumans United Kingdom
FanfictionUK has been going through some tough times with Brexit and parliament and his kingdoms are becoming reckless and want to break free. No one knows about UK's condition apart from France so how will he be able to tell his sons that he will be gone soo...
