It was a very quiet meeting. There'd be small chats but that's it. There'd be sad sighs heard. It was VERY quiet indeed.

America wanted to say something. But couldn't. "Dudes! Why are we quiet now?" He asked. Able to say something.
"Because there isn't much to bloody talk about" England said as he lifted his head up from his arms, he almost went to sleep.
"Ve~ what if we tell-a the saddest thing-a we ever did in our lives" Italy asked. Everyone nodded and agreed that America went first.

"Well. Dudes...I guess it was...getting independence from Iggy!" He said. England looked at him, confused on why he chose that. Suddenly. A clip came on. It was America's P.O.V. of his revolutionary war.

"I want independence!" America said, as England was in his knees, crying.
"Why? Damnit. Why?" A crying England said. America looked at him.
"I remember when you used to be so great" he said. He started walking away. Tears rolling down his face. He tried to tired them. "This is the right thing to do. It's for my people! It's freedom!" He assured himself. He smiled and carried on walking back.

"Ve~ that-a was sad" Italy said.
"And so beautifur." Japan said, faking wiping a tear away. England stayed quiet, he was smiling a little bit though. America smiled, knowing that England was smiling, made him happy.
"Well, dude, Iggy. You're go!" America said. England sighed. He stood up and sighed.
"The saddest bloody thing I have done in my life is...burn Joan of Arc..." England said. Everyone's eyes went wide.
"You did that?" America asked. England nodded.
A clip suddenly came on, it was about the Joan of Arc. In England's perspective.

"Sir. Are you sure you want me to do this?" England asked his boss.
"Yes." His boss said. England sighed and walked over to Joan with a lighter in hand.
"Angleterre?!" France shouted. England walked up to him.
"Hello Frog" he said, smirking.
"Non. Y-you wouldn't!" He shouted.
"I WILL" England said. Walking back to Joan. The English cheered for him.
"Sorry" England whispered to Joan and set her on fire. He had to pretend he wanted to do it. He smirked. And lit her more. 2 English soldiers were holding France back. He was shouting and crying Joan's name. England felt sad but he didn't show it. He walked home, layed on his bed and cried.

Everyone went quiet. Italy stood up to break the silence.
"When I was a little boy-a, wearing girl-a clothes I met this-a boy named Holy Roman Empire and he made a promise to come-a back from war but he never came back-a" he said, almost tearing up at that last part. Everyone looked at him and a clip came on in Italy's P.O.V.

Holy Rome had to leave for war, he was just leaving when little Italy called out his name.
"Holy Rome!" He shouted. "Please! Take this-a to remember me" Italy gave holy rome a broom.
"A broom?" He asked, but took it anyway. "Italy. What does someone do when they like someone?" He blushed.
"Kiss I guess" Italy replied. Holy Rome lent in and kissed him. Italy kissed back. "Come back to me Holy Rome!" Italy shouted as he walked away.
"I promise I will" he said. He walked away with these 2 adults. Italy waited for him to come back everyday, but he never did.

Everyone felt heartbroken at that. Even Japan. Obviously.
"I don't want to tark about mine. I'rr terr you when I can." Japan said. Almost crying from these sad stories.