【Mi Ying】that side

Four young men of British descent sat at the dining table in the living room without saying a word, only the sporadic sounds of knives and forks and porcelain touching.

When four people gather at the table like this, the elves usually don't want to go near them.Those souls who have lived close to primitive nature for thousands of years seem to have a natural aversion to politics. On such occasions, they will directly hide in the courtyard outside the big house and under the shade of trees.

Scot put down his knife and fork, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and folded his arms.Those pupils with a similar color to those of England always had a sharper and more vulgar expression.

That was the prelude to the lecture.

Britain also put down the tableware and coughed softly.He took a sip of tea, suppressed the urge to vomit in his throat, and tucked in the sweater over his pajamas—this was always the case in June, and he was even more chilly than in winter.

"Since the inspection is fine, you will attend the financial summit the day after tomorrow on time." The interrogative sentence was affirmative.

"I……"

"Do you know how much trouble you have caused us in the past few days when you fell down? Since you are regarded as the representative of England, you should take corresponding responsibilities."

"Brother Su, you are too strict. England is not pretending to be sick..."

"You're being too lax, Wales." Scotland interrupted rudely.

"Everyone has their own regional government. We can't deal with the Queen and the Prime Minister for you." Northern Ireland, who has always been quiet, ate the last bite of mashed potatoes and complained unhurriedly.

"During the time you were sleeping, the United States called and said they wanted to convene a meeting to discuss the previous nuclear agreement. I temporarily postponed it because of excuses." Welsh sighed.

When he heard him mention "America", Britain's shoulders trembled uncontrollably, and the urge to vomit surged again, and he coughed hard.

Scotland had a look of disgust on his face: "Since you don't intend to make friends with those guys in Europe, you should at least have a good relationship with the United States. The nuclear agreement only recognizes your signature, which is related to future oil exploration and energy development."

"The four of us are still a community of destiny, and no one can offend the United States."

"If the economy goes down, we'll just suffer together."

"You understand, England?"

His three older brothers focused their eyes on his face.

Britain swallowed back the bloody liquid that overflowed its throat: "I will attend the international conference." His tone was unwavering.The other three looked at each other, pushed away the stool and left the table.The living room was completely quiet.

England absently turned his gaze out of the window, and his favorite little rose garden, which had not been tended for many days and had been battered by the unforgiving wind and rain in the suburbs of London, was already showing dilapidation.

Countless petals were sunk in the mud, and the buds still hanging on the branches had wilted or faded.It's like the incarnation of this country.

That's how I am now.England pursed her thin lips, the corners of her mouth were full of self-mockery.

In order to confirm physical strength, Britain went out in the evening.He changed into a neat suit, bought some food at the nearest supermarket, and bought some gardening gloves.

The streets in the suburbs of London are not as prosperous as the downtown area, but they are also full of people.The slender figure of Britain passed through the nationals and groups of tourists in twos and threes, as lonely as a thin sheet of paper.

The orange light of the setting sun sprinkled on the surrounding cool-toned buildings, which was his usual favorite street scene.At this moment, it seemed empty and boring, so he started walking back mechanically.

"Police officer!"

A young man's voice came from behind him, he straightened his back quickly, and turned around quickly: "Is there anything I can do for you?" The words blurted out, but he met the astonished expression of a strange face—the accent and dress looked like a foreign country tourists.

"What happened?" A policeman on duty came up from behind him, and they looked at Britain and the tourists on the opposite side suspiciously.

Light blue uniform jacket, black trousers, walkie-talkie and police badge pinned to the shoulders—a real policeman—Britain was stunned for a moment, and recovered after a while: "Sorry, I got it wrong." He was ashamed , hugged the items in his hand and left in a hurry.

that's not me.I'm not a cop, never was.Wake up, Britain.

He trotted wobbly back to the manor house.After confirming that the door was closed, he sat down slowly with his hands on the wall, covered in cold sweat, and almost collapsed on the ground.

The little unicorn got up from the corner of the gate, it lightly brushed Britain's pale face with its head, and its crystal eyes seemed to be asking.

"Don't worry..." Britain smiled weakly. He stroked the little unicorn's head, climbed up the wall and struggled to stand up, and groped all the way into the room deep in the corridor—his teddy bear collection room.

He picked up the teddy bear on the shelf closest to the door. Its furry body was covered with a dark trench coat, a cigar was sewn into his hand, and the iconic "keep calm and move on" was sewn on the teacup as a display. KeepCalmandCarryOn)".

England sat down in front of the shelf and closed her eyes in silence.

"By a mighty force of fate, America and Great Britain are at last coming together again.

We stand shoulder to shoulder and fight for the same ideals, until the great victory we have contributed to is manifested, the United States and the United Kingdom will advance and retreat together! "

The voice seemed to be close to my ears.The pompous and cunning politician nearly wept in his Thanksgiving speech that year.In what mood did he write that speech?Maybe it was because my face covered in scars was too desolate, the former empire was reduced to such a face.

"I'm also in a mess now...even worse than that time." Britain buried her cheeks deeply in her knees.

"Don't laugh at me, Churchill."

A suit of good material, a shirt in a crisp color, and a meticulous tie and cufflinks.If it wasn't for such a thin body, pale face and sunken eye sockets, he should have proudly said "this is a qualified British gentleman".Looking at the figure in the mirror, Yingying smiled disdainfully, and wiped away the remaining trace of blood at the corner of his mouth with a handkerchief.

July is just around the corner.

The financial summit, with its agenda and meeting documents already planned, was held as scheduled.The focus of such meetings is always on the national bosses.They are countries, and they are only countries. On such occasions, they are just formal escorts.

The Prime Minister and the staff of No. 10 Downing Street were busy shuttling around the conference venue, while Britain stood alone at the entrance of the venue until familiar faces appeared one by one.

The tall and rigorous Germans, the always lively Italians, the annoying French, the serious Swiss, and the always gentle Canadians... When they saw the British figure, they greeted them friendly and distantly: "You OK, England."

No, not the people of the country, but the countries themselves.

"Hi, thank you for attending today's meeting." Britain replied mechanically, with a slightly dull expression on his face.The bright and three-dimensional windows of the office building and the specially high ceiling of the lobby reminded him that the meeting place he was standing at the moment was a well-organized commercial building that had undergone a thorough security check.This is London, not the small town.That town doesn't exist.

The bosses and staff of each country entered the venue on time, and the countries were assigned to another meeting room. They greeted and greeted the countries that were familiar and close to each other, while the countries that were not friendly to each other ignored each other and always maintained an appropriate and beneficial distance.

Real world as always.

"Mr. England, you look very tired."

Canada brought a cup of black tea to Britain from the tea corner in the meeting room.

Britain stared blankly at the other party's actions, and looked up at Canada. The young man's eyes were as gentle as ever.He hesitated and replied, "Ah, um..."

Australia and New Zealand also came over, and New Zealand looked at Britain's face: "Your face doesn't look very good, are you okay?"

"What nonsense, Newts! Because it's almost July, July!" Australia's loud voice was as usual, he loosened his tie with one hand, and put the cake in his mouth with the other, "Why don't you prepare savory What about dim sum? Small beef burgers are better."

"Oz, you are too noisy." New Zealand smiled with squinted eyes, but poked his fingers vigorously at Australia's back.

In every corner of the venue, Western European countries have already poured red wine and teased each other, Nordic countries gathered together to chat, oil countries from the Middle East cast undisguised hostile gazes at them, and Eastern European countries frowned, obviously displeased. Those hoopla also feel dissatisfied.

Each draws clear boundaries.

Indeed, this is the real world.

"Mr. England?" Canada reached out to pat him on the shoulder, and Britain shook his head with a wry smile.He was about to pour another cup of black tea for himself, but when he turned around, his gaze and footsteps were fixed in place.

The young man was walking in through the door, his well-tailored suit showed off his thick frame and muscles.The thick blond hair was combed back with pomade, a bunch of front hair defying gravity stood out at the part of the bangs, and the blue eyes were still shining brightly under the shade of glasses.

It's America.

He looked around at the door of the conference room, and the volume of the crowd's conversation dropped significantly.Then his eyes stopped on England.

Britain stood stiffly in place, motionless.

Young Guo walked towards him unhurriedly, the corners of his mouth raised proudly, but there was no emotion in his eyes.He stood before England, bowing his head.

Familiar and unfamiliar atmospheres flowed directly around the UK.

"Hello, England."

That appellation made Britain feel like being in an icehouse for a moment, bone-chillingly cold.

Ah...it's America.

The United States here also has the human name "Alfred F. Jones", but it is not that Alfred.Britain never called America by that name.The United States has never used the name "Arthur Kirkland" to refer to Britain.

He is the country, and he is the country.Their relationship seems complicated, yet so simple.

"Hello...America."

Britain raised his chin with difficulty, pretended to be calm, and sent out monotonous greetings that he did not know how many times today.Members of the Commonwealth of Nations stood behind him and greeted him.

Britain wanted to find some topics to start a normal conversation, the economy, oil exploration, research and development of new weapons, whatever he wanted to say, but his mind was blank.

The rhythmic and lively music sounded, which is the special ringtone for American mobile phones - a variation version of "The Star-Spangled Banner".The United States stepped back a few steps before picking up the phone, but didn't care about the volume: "Got it. How many ship-borne helicopters are deployed on the destroyer? Okay, let's assign it to the 17th district of Alaska." He touched the screen to end the call, his eyes wide With a provocative sweep across the newly entered Russia.

Even in June, with the iconic Russian scarf still in his shadow, he apparently deliberately ignored the eyes of the United States and nodded to the British with a smile.

Britain was cold.He quickly lowered his head, and his eyes quietly returned to the United States.The tall figure had already moved into the crowd, chatting with Egypt and the oil countries in the Middle East.He stood out more prominently and fearlessly among those wearing white turbans.

He is the United States of America, a man on top of the world...and a country.

The chatter of surrounding countries grew louder again.Being in this false bustle only made Britain feel dazed for a while.Canada and Australia pushed him towards the door, and seemed to bow their heads to explain something to him before walking away, but he couldn't hear clearly.

After finishing the conversation with the key person in the conference room, the United States turned and walked out, obviously intending to leave.He quickly touched the screen of his smartphone, looked up and saw England standing at the door, and smiled.

Britain felt breathless, suffocating like drowning.

Stop, stop.Take my hand and stroke my hair.Whatever you do, give me some proof.Even...even hallucinations, or dreams.

Super Daguo walked past him calmly and walked away.

Britain quickly turned back and shouted in the direction of the United States: "Alfred...!" The voice was almost hoarse.

The original chatter and noise in the conference room suddenly stopped, and a strange silence spread.

Europe, America, Asia, Oceania... Almost all the countries present turned their attention to the UK.There are complex components in that sight, including surprise, doubt, and ridicule—except for the United States.

The United States stood still outside the door and turned around.He lowered his head slightly, so Britain couldn't see his expression clearly from a distance of several steps.

The sudden silence and attention made Britain panic.

He called out the human name of America—it wasn't supposed to be like this.This is not a dreamland.Alfred Foster Jones, that's not the name to be called here.He did something he shouldn't have done.

In order not to be noticed that he was trembling all over, Yingying could only tightly clenched his fists, his nails dug into his flesh, his condensed body was like a frightened bird.

Under the gazes of other countries who either disdain, fear or watch, the United States is slowly walking towards the United Kingdom.

Britain's heart was beating violently, and he wanted to speak some remedial words, but his voice was blocked in his throat by the strong smell of rust.He could only watch helplessly as the young man came to him in the complete silence.

Don't expect anything, nothing will happen, it will be business as usual.Britain was silently recited in my heart over and over again.The air conditioner in the meeting room is too cold, otherwise how could I feel cold all over.

The United States put its right hand lightly on his shoulder, and the warmth of the palm that came through the fabric made Britain's eyes widen in surprise.The familiar warmth made him want to cry.

Then the United States looked down at him: "What's the matter with you, Britain?" As always, he called his country by name and added emphasis at the end of the sentence.The change in tone could be clearly heard in Britain—it was a small reminder to pay attention to the address.

Remind him of breaking the rules.

The hand on his shoulder became heavier again, and Britain finally realized it.He bit his lip, and used an unnatural posture to break away from the palm of the United States: "I... I'm sorry."

"It's strange that you would apologize."

The United States patted him on the shoulder pretending to be relaxed, and simply withdrew its hand.That smile seemed to be separated by a layer of fog, which made Britain's heart ache uncontrollably.

"what……"

The United States did not blame him in public, nor did it embarrass him with sarcasm.Compared with other countries, the United States has pampered him a lot.

"If you are worried about the nuclear agreement, I can assure you that the boss is satisfied and we will have a good cooperation." The smile in the American voice sent a chill down the British spine.The person standing in front of us is the United States, and there is an irresistible force under the smile.

Britain struggled to squeeze out a smile: "Just like in World War II... Is the cooperation happy..."

"World War II? Why did you suddenly mention that time?" The United States asked back, and then added, "But you can understand it that way."

"U.S……"

Britain's mind was in turmoil, and he almost instinctively reached out and grabbed the cuff of America's suit, "If...if you didn't have the permission of your superior at that time, would you fly a fighter jet...to...the United Kingdom? ?” He knew that this assumption was stupid, that this kind of question was meaningless, but he couldn’t control the thoughts pouring out of his mouth.

"I can't even think about it. There are a large number of anti-war citizens behind me." The United States replied bluntly, "However, how could Germany and Japan not stop it. It's really not like you to ask such a question." Tunton problem." The superpower looked down at Britain.

Yeah, it's not like me.Britain took a step back.

If it was Alfred, he would probably answer "Of course! Is there a need to ask? If Arthur needs me, I will run to your side as soon as possible!" Why would you ask such a stupid question.There is simply no cure.

"Sometimes I really don't understand you." America shrugged helplessly.

There was no blame in that tone, but it was enough to make Britain feel ashamed of herself tens of seconds ago.

He was still delusional, delusional that Alfred was standing here.

How could it be.

The United States will show off that its great space exploration plan is proceeding in an orderly manner, and will not pull him into its arms and tell Voyager [-] that it may be lonely in space travel.The United States will seriously announce the global strategic plan of NATO, and will not kiss him on the face surrounded by everyone, and say with the cheek that it is natural to set the photo of the lover as the screen saver of the mobile phone.The United States will say in the grand fireworks display on the Fourth of July that I have already surpassed you back then, and will not wrap his body in a blanket and say to give him warmth when the fireworks bloom.

He will not drive him through the small town on a heavy locomotive, hold his watch white by the sea, or pull him to run in the snowy night.He was not the American youth who hugged, kissed, and held hands with him through different seasons.

Going through these hallucinations and refusing to give up after waking up is already a disgrace to a country that should be stable and calm.It was nothing but the benevolent magic of the elves, and it had led him through a long, pitiful dream.After waking up there is nothing left.

Great sadness, shame, and embarrassment wrapped around Britain, his face and lips were extremely pale, and he just wanted to escape here immediately.

As if noticing Britain's sad look, the United States sighed.He reached out and brushed the forehead of the elderly country: "Your eyebrows are still so exaggerated." He hesitated for a moment when he stretched out his hand, and quickly withdrew it before Britain had time to respond.

Britain froze in place, staring blankly at the United States, who turned to ask other countries for the location of the vending machine, and walked away after receiving a polite reply.

America has not looked back.

Yes, the United States does not need to look back.

Yingying covered his mouth and ran into the lounge on the west side of the conference room. After making sure that there was no one else around him, he finally collapsed on the ground as if he lost his strength, letting his body and head lean against the wall.

Her well-groomed hair was disheveled, her shirt and suit were crumpled, and her stomach was churning.Britain struggled to squirm to the trash can, couldn't stop coughing loudly, spit out several mouthfuls of blood in a row, and splashed the trash can in a mess.

It was so bad, so ugly.

When he heard the door of the lounge being pushed open, Britain raised his head vigilantly, and his eyes were on the worried expressions of Portugal and Canada, so he relaxed his tense shoulders a little.

Canada quickly ran to Britain and wiped the sticky blood on his cheeks with a handkerchief without saying a word.

Portugal also knelt down: "Ingtra, are you okay? What kind of medicine do you need, modidoline? Or mosapride?"

"Maybe I should go find Mr. German, he always seems to have some stomach medicine on him..."

"Go to Kiel... No, Prussia..." Britain had no strength to think, he replied weakly.Because he is a pharmacist...

"Ingatra, what's wrong with you?"

Portugal stretched out his hand to support Britain's shoulders, and he spoke slowly and with some doubts: "Prussia...is no longer here."

Britain shivered and woke up instantly.

He thought of the proud Germanic youth with the always grinning mouth and loud and unrestrained voice.The young man said to him in a dream: "I am from East Germany."

"It can't be helped, my hands are cold in winter."

"When we first met, I thought you were prickly, like a cactus, but now it's much better."

That person... is Prussia.Prussia has ceased to be a country more than 20 years ago, and now it has disappeared somewhere.

The last time they met was not at the pharmacy in that small town, but the smashed wall that had blocked countless lives and hopes, the Berlin Wall at that dividing line.At that time, the silver-haired young man and his strong brother hugged each other's shoulders, the corners of their mouths were so proud, the voices of the people surrounded them, fireworks and ribbons scattered all over their heads and bodies.

— This is not good at all.

Prussia, you wicked, cunning fellow.Taking off the identity of the country without authorization and leaving in such a graceful manner, it is almost, almost like laughing at a poor guy like me.

—and I cannot.

Britain struggled to cover her eyes with her hands before losing consciousness.