It had been a long and tiring day for England. He'd just finished with a long meeting. He just wanted to sit down and drink some tea to unwind. When he got home he saw boxes out on the front lawn and the driveway. The sandy blonde boy walked out of the house with another box and England ran to him.
"America, what's going on?" the Brit asked.
"I'm leaving. I'm going on my own path now," said the young country.
"You can't possibly mean that. I mean why would you leave? You have everything you want here," the desperation was clear in his voice.
"Not everything," America replied setting the box down.
England couldn't let this happen so he