Everyone thought that America would be the one to ruin it. To ruin this precarious friendship between himself and England. Afterall, he had done it once before with the revolution. But it seems he wasn't the only one who could break hearts.

The meeting started out the same as always, with the noise level a loud murmur. England and America were fighting, but it was the normal sort that no one really payed attention to. But, when it started getting louder and even angrier, they all turned to look. By the looks of it, America had said something stupid and England was berating him. But the look on America's face told the story that England might be taking it a bit too far.

"You insufferable git. You bloody idiot! I don't know where I ever went wrong with you!"

"I-iggy..."

"Oh I know! It's when I went away one time and came back to find you to be obsessed with bloody superheros! That's all you ever think about in that empty air head of yours! That and your ego!"

"England..."

"Hate to break it to you but you are not the bloody centre of the world! The only thing you're the centre of is our problems!"

"..." America looked like he was about to cry.

"You're not a bloody superhero America! You are nothing but an anoying, fat airhead who can't read the atmosphere and overpowers everyone with your voice and strength, claiming to be the hero. But all you do it mess everything up."

"B-but..." His voice was getting smaller and by now, people were trying to get the angry nation to calm down but he was having none of it.

"Instead of coming up with these hairbrained plans, you should just butt out and go home! It would be a bloody blessing if you just left us all alone!"

"But I'm the hero..." It was so quiet, it was almost nonexistant.

"No America, you are not. You are not the hero nor a hero. And you constantly implying that you are just makes everyone hate you. Did you know that? That everyone hates you?"

America curled into himself slightly, shoulders hunched and shaking slightly.

"Well, you should. Everyone hates you. I do the most. So it would be a pleasure if you would just shut up, especially with this hero nonsense, and just leave us all alone."

There was silence as everyone stared at England and America. England had just torn apart practically everything that America was. His whole personality stripped away and criticised. Something like realisation settled over England but they could tell he brushed it aside. They all knew that in his mind, he was right.

"America?" France laid a gentle hand on his shoulder but he flinched away from it and quickly left the room. They sat there in an awkward silence for a minute before Germany spoke up.

"What have you done?"