Breaking Away-CountryHumans United Kingdom

Scars

No ones POV

England stared at France expectantly, almost raising an eyebrow.
"When he came home today he was in your shared room and he had a panic attack about his past, you already know what event," France said.
England didn't show much reaction. It's as if he already knew every word that was going to come out of France's mouth and he was bored already. This slightly annoyed France but she continued anyway. "I managed to calm him down and once I had, I asked him some questions, about the panic attack, but when I asked what caused it he wouldn't tell me, saying he wasn't ready," France took a slight pause to let her words sink in. "But he said that you know what caused his attack." France said and looked up at England waiting for an answer.
"Well of course I know what caused it," England says with a slight smirk. He just loves talking about things where he beat Scotland in a fight or made him suffer, just like everyone else he's ever beaten or tortured. He could go on for hours on end until him talking becomes a torturing method itself.

"Back in 1305 Smithfield, London, it was the day of the execution. The execution, that is, of 'The Guardian of Scotland', William Wallace,"
England grimaces at the name.
"This was during one of the first battles of The Scottish Wars Of Independence," It appears England was going to give a whole clarification on the historic event, even though that's not what France specifically asked for. "Wallace had come out victorious in many of his riots and battles, bringing shame to England and its strong courageous soldiers and civilians,"
France slightly rolls her eyes.
"We couldn't let him bring anymore shame to our country, so, we had to get rid of him. We hunted him down and he ran, hiding, but he couldn't hide for long and eventually, he was caught," England almost had a smile on his face from the memory while France continued listening gloomily. "The great King Edward I of England had him hanged, drawn and quartered for high treason and crimes against English civilians. I fully supported this. I never knew what great effect it would have on Scotland though,"
France has curiosity, dread and guilt plastered on her face as England tells the story.
"Everybody, apart from humans, understand that when something happens to the leader of a country or someone special to that country that it effects them also but in the form of a scar."
France instinctively and involuntarily takes her hand to her neck and traces a thin cut going all the way around her neck. This was the scar she got from the French Revolution, one of the most bloodiest events in French history. The scar represents the people that were killed at the guillotine, some of the people being important while others were innocent citizens.

"Scotland has a scar from the event and I presume that this is what he saw that caused it." England takes quite a deep breath in from speaking so much and looks at France who is unaware that she is still holding her hand above her scar.
"Thank you Angleterre, but where is the scar exactly?" France asks.
"He hides it under his hat."
"Under his hat?"
"Yes this confused me as well, the scar Scotland got from the event doesn't have that much of a resemblance to what happened to Wallace but maybe that's because it would of killed him too, I mean, I don't think he would want his scar to be that he got emasculated too, that would be hilarious though and I could make fun of him for it days." England laughs to himself.
"Please Angleterre don't talk about that in front of me, I thought you had better manners than that," France Says slightly annoyed. England has a small shocked face as his cheeks blush a shade of pink, out of embarrassment, he forgot his manners and did it in front of a lady, guess he spent too much time in Britain's head after all.
"I'll make sure to keep an eye on Écosse, thank you for the information." France turns away from England and begins to head for the exit that leads to the living room.
"No problem, France, but you do realise that Scotland's not the only one that's had a panic attack, right?"

France stops in her tracks turning back to England.
"What do you mean? Who?" She asks.
"Well... me, I've had panic attacks but I know how to calm myself down." England says.
France looks sadly at England.
"I'm sorry Angleterre, if you ever need to talk about anything I'm always free early in the morning." She says.
"Thanks France, your such a lovely country and I'll see if anything happens again."

They stare silently at each other for a few more minutes. France nods her head slightly and then turns walking out the kitchen in the direction of the living room.

England sighs to himself. He sees himself as being UK that's all he knew how to be, but now he has his independence and he's England. Inside though he doesn't want to be England. He feels as though he doesn't know how to be England. How can he be someone he hasn't been in decades, centuries even? How will he understand that he is not UK and is someone else? England clenches his fists as thoughts spiral through his head until he slouches down sadly at one of the thoughts. When will the feelings UK had for France leave him? The feelings of love... he isn't UK but he has all the same feelings as UK, the same thoughts and they stab at him, hurting him deeply. Why were none of the other kingdoms experiencing the same things? Why was it just him who had to suffer with his identity. England's head was throbbing and he rubbed his temples as he leaned on the kitchen counter, trying to make sense of the situation.
He doesn't even understand how it's possible. He likes someone else... his feelings are telling him two different things and it's such a painful and confusing experience. He just needs to ignore these mixed emotions with UK. He's worked too hard for the other country he likes to just stop trying completely. Way too hard. Everything is too hard. Life is too hard. England takes a deep breath in.
"I just need a break..." he says to himself, as he lets out a long sigh.
He walks to the living room door snooping at what the other countries are doing. They all sit on the sofas huddled together watching the first Harry Potter movie, one of England's favourites, although he would never admit it because it was one of Scotland's favourites too and he made it, so like he would ever say he liked something like that. He stares a little longer slightly distracted by the film. He then slightly shakes his head and slowly and quietly walks away unnoticed by any of the other countries.

He walks down the hall to his shared room. He opens the door with a slight creak and steps into the bedroom. He looks around for something to do. The room is clean so no need to do cleaning. He doesn't have a phone or any other type of electronic device as they were too expensive and unneeded. (England is not a boomer, he's just too kind and scared to ask France because it's her money they would be using). He doesn't feel tired so there is no point in taking a quick forty winks. He looks at Scotland's bed and sees a book lying on the duvet. 'He wouldn't mind if I just had a read through the first couple chapters, well he would mind but he doesn't have to know about it' England thought to himself. He walks up to the bed picking up the book. He looks at the title and turns the book over quickly reading the blurb. Satisfied England goes to his bad and sits carefully soon it shifting until he's in a comfortable enough position. England opens the book and begins quietly reading through the book. No noise could be heard apart from the slight ticking of his watch next to the bed, but England found the sound quite relaxing as he read through the first chapter of the book.

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Yay! A short and lazy chapter that doesn't make sense!
I am sorry if this chapter is confusing, I'm not good at writing when a lot of characters are talking and I'm more of the descriptive, poetic type.

French Translations-Nothing New:
•Angleterre,=England,
•Écosse,=Scotland,

Sorry for the slightly short chapter,I say this because I know I can write more but can't think of a good plot or no motivation.

Have a nice life!

Word count; 1496