Breaking Away-CountryHumans United Kingdom

I Understand

Right so I just realised I forgot to put memes in my last chapters!
I will be editing them and putting memes because... why not? Memes are fun. So if you like memes, go check them out, I suppose.

Back in time to Tuesday. I forgot to say last chapter that Pitcairn woke up on Thursday.
England's POV

We walk to school as usual. Scotland still appears quite dull and hasn't talked that much. I really wonder what's wrong.
We finally arrive at the school and go our separate ways. I head to the library as Scotland had suggested that I read books about overseas territories, he continues walking with Canada though. Canada, I can tell, noticed Scotland's slight dullness and he's already been trying to happily converse with him, even though it's not really working. He's a sweet country, Canada, but you don't want to get on his bad side. I've learned that from the threats I've heard him say before. He has a bone-chilling voice when he's mad and it's usually when other countries have a bad behaviour to others. All for good reasons, but it's quite the surprising dark side to him.

I walk up the stairs, as the library is on the first floor (second floor). I walk along the hall a little bit before reaching the doors to the library. I walk into the library and it's a very different contrast in sound to the noise everyone makes when talking downstairs. It's a nice change, really. I go along the bookcases trying to find books that may be helpful in educating me on my situation. I pick out three books. This should be a good start and then if my questions aren't answered I'll look for more. I look around the library to see if there is a spare table or single seat to sit on, but no. What really makes my blood boil is that some countries have abandoned their bags on the seats and then left the library. It's really annoying but I don't quite have the confidence to move the bags. I hate my nervousness sometimes. I just don't want to annoy any other country as I'm sure most people already hate my reputation as a 'coloniser'. I've made mistakes that I can't take back and that, unfortunately, is one of them. I sigh annoyedly looking around the library again. Then I spot a lone country at a table.
"Ireland..." I mutter to myself.
Wonder what he's doing in the library. I don't really want to sit with him but then... there is something I should tell him. Well, there's a lot of things, but this comes off most important right now.

I walk other to the table, quite nervously. It's going to be awkward but it won't be after a while. I tell myself. I get to the table. Ireland is working on something, looks like science—biology by the looks of it.
"Hey Ireland." I say quite nervous and clench onto the books.
Ireland looks up to me, a disappointed look on his face.
"Hey, what do ya want?" He asks.
"Well, there's no where to really sit—"
"I ain't letting you sit here." He interrupts me quite annoyed.
I clench my books harder, this time out of slight anger.
"Look, I understand your annoyance at me, you have every right to be, but I have something of importance to say."
Ireland looks back down to his work.
"I really don't care." He says.
"About Scotland." I add on.
Ireland looks up to me. A mixture of curiosity and slight concern on his face, but the annoyance can still be seen.
"Fine. You can sit, but just for that reason." He says begrudgingly.
"Thanks." I say and pull a seat out and quickly sit down on it, placing my books on the table.
Ireland looks at the books then back to me.

"What's wrong with Albain then?" He asks.
"Well, last night he left the house and I followed him. He apparently knew I did and played a trick on me as usual but he acted different to his usual tricks, which I didn't notice at first. He seemed angry throughout the entire thing and he never really stopped swearing like our usual conversations where it dies down after a while," I explain.
Ireland looks at me intently as I talk.
"It took me a while to realise but after talking to him on the way back he seemed to be trying to deal with something. That something being his sadness. The result was showing a lot of anger when talking and at one point he just seemed to break."
Ireland's concern increases at those words.
"He then just didn't speak. I tried to act nice towards him but he still stayed quiet. Before heading to bed he was just sitting up, staring blankly at a wall. I'm a bit concerned and just thought you might be able to identify something with it? I don't really know, but you have the strongest connection with him... so yeah." I end on quite a sad note.
Ireland thinks to himself.
"I'll try and talk to him. See if I can understand why he's sad. What was his breaking words? He usually ends up saying something before falling into his silent state." Ireland asks.
"He said 'No one fucking understands me' it was a build up of our conversation and... I do feel guilty for it, I suppose. He said it very... quiet and you could hear sadness in his voice, for once." I say, recalling his words.
Ireland stares at me.
"So you didn't help him at all and it was a conversation between him and you which proceeded to his silence." Ireland says more of a statement than a question.
"Um... yeah." I say feeling quite guilty.
"Sasana, come on." Ireland says, clearly disappointed and annoyed at how I handled the situation last night.
"I didn't know, okay! You know how hard Scotland can be. You learned to read that, I haven't. I was just talking to him and he went full on mad at me, I didn't expect it and couldn't stop his anger. I never knew, okay..." I say annoyed and sad.
I always feel accused when Ireland talks to me. Why do I always make mistakes...
"Okay, I understand your stress and how I always accuse you. I guess I can't come to the accusation of it being you when I don't know what's making him sad in the first place..."
"Yes... thank you." I say, finally feeling like he's considered how I feel in this situation.
"But you definitely had part in it." Ireland adds on.