Our lands are left to rubble and the few who survived are suffering. After America's violent rage when England died many of us were killed. Now the three of us remain.
The Asian Nation of China, the southern part of Italy ,Romano, and I the Dutch country of Belgium are all that are left. America took his own life not too long ago. The strongest nations in the world were easily defeated by the pool of rage and anger that America had become. The three of us China, Romano, and myself allied with each other to defeat America with everything we had, but we also essentially became three different parts to the same country. When we found someone on the battlefield didn't matter what side they were on we would take them to get medical help and have a place to stay.
Food is limited we ration it per day no one gets more than there share unless some one gives it up. Water we have to purify but we are never short on that. Look around everywhere there are evidence of people close to starving. The ground is finally fertile enough to start growing crops but that isn't why I am here digging at the ground.
"Belgium!" Romano shouted. I got up and walked over to him and China. My eyes were filled with tears. You could literally see the devastation in all directions without a stopping point if you looked around.
"It isn't good for you to be here, aru." China scolded. He was right too and I knew he was but even so I wouldn't stop. I had to keep looking till I found them, or rather their bodies. To me finding my siblings was all that mattered right then and there.
"Netherlands! Luxembourg!" I screamed, "Why couldn't you guys lived?"
"She needs to get away from here, aru." China said.
"I need to find there bodies and honor their deaths..." I cried.
"Belle pull yourself together. If you didn't listen to your brother and flee when you did you wouldn't be around anymore either." Romano said
"But I was supposed to protect Luxy not the other way around. I let her die." I screamed as more tears rolled down my face.
"Its okay, aru. It isn't your fault." China comforted.
"Lets go home. The world is a bleak colorless place It doesn't care who lives or dies," I said deppressively and we headed back towards home.
On our way back I fell causing my wounds to reopen and gaining to ones. The warm, crimson red blood flowed through the wounds. I flinched then started thinking "I won't die. I have worked too long and too hard to die. We lost so many I won't let their deaths be in vain." I passed out
I woke up in the medicalward all my wounds rewrapped three people standing before me. Purity stood before me staring into my eyes. A young blonde haired brown eyed girl who looked no older than three or four stood there by China and Romano. I understood imediately and I realized how hard it must have been for her to be born here. I gave my days ration to the young country and fell back asleep.