The scent of gun powder clung to your clothes as you made your way back to the tent. It was late and for now both sides had ceased fire for the night. Your (e/c) eyes drifted over to the cot on the left side of the makeshift room, it was clear it hadn't been used in days. You slowly made your way over to it and sat on it while removing your boots before getting ready for bed. As exhausted as you were you knew that sleep wouldn't pay you a visit and even if it did it would only bring nightmares and pain. After all your own people were tearing themselves apart; divided in half by one mere problem and the rebel side refused to quiet down.  
 
After about 20 minutes of just laying on your bed attempting to allow sleep to take you over, you sighed and sat up. There had to be something you could do to keep you busy. Than your eyes landed on the mound of papers that had been piling up since god knows when. A sigh escaped your lips as you ran your hand through your (h/c) cropped hair. "There's no better time then now to get working on that pile, I suppose." you mused aloud to the silent night air before getting up and started pulling the seat out to sit. Tossing your commander's hat lightly on your bed, you lit a lamp and proceeded to get to work. 
 
Right on top of the stack of papers were the form you were dreading the worse. A list of Casualties that the war had caused. 25 names would be added to the list that was already edging to 200 and that was just on your side alone. You did not even want to know the total of the other side just yet no matter what it was you knew after this your country was going to be in horrible shape. Being a small nation that consisted of about 18 islands, half of which weren't completely populated, anything that caused you to lose citizens was a hard blow. 
 
A knock drew you from your thoughts. "Sir, France is here to see you. He is currently waiting in the meeting tent." a young soldier informed you as he peeked his head into your tent. you waved the young man off before getting up from your chair and started to slip your pants on over what you was currently wearing. Your jacket was on next. In a few minute you was once again fully dressed. 
 
As you left your tent your eyes drifted up to the sky. Angry dark clouds had at some point taken over the sky. It even carried the scent of rain. You couldn't resist a slight chuckle. It seemed as if nature was copying your mood. Which wasn't exactly the brightest at the moment. You wanted it all to just end, to stop losing citizens and friends. Silently, your feet carried you over to the tent where the much older nation awaited your arrival. 
 
"Bonsoir, Mon ami. I 'ave decided to pay you a visit," the French male said as you entered the tent. The blond man was sitting comfortably in one of the chairs. "I was curious as to how ze war was going." You slowly made your way over to the table, though pausing before a coffee machine to pour yourself some. You were surprised it was still warm, though the people on guard duty may have just made it. 
 
Settling down in a seat facing the other man. "Bonsoir." you replied less than enthusiastic. Only to receive a curious look from the other male "It could be going better." just as enthusiastic as before. It wasn't that you weren't thrilled to see the French nation it was more you were exhausted and just wanted everything to end and return to the way it was. Sure your country wasn't perfect or really outstanding in anything but it was still your country. 

"Is something ze matter (country name)?" France asked as he watched you drink your coffee. You sighed and set the cup down before looking at him. Your country was at war with itself of course there is something the matter. You wanted to yell at him but refrained from doing so. After all he was an ally for now and a good friend. 
 
"I'm just tired. Since the war I haven't gotten much sleep. Plus I'm not even sure which side is right anymore." You said looking into your warm drink instead of your conversation partner, "I see both sides of the picture but it seems neither side can to do the same." Another sigh passed through your lips. 
 
"I just want this to end. My citizens are killing one another for something trivial that probably will not even matter in a few decades." Sure it probably wasn't a smart idea for you to be ranting about this to another nations' personification but you just really needed to talk to someone about this. Besides it was not as if your country and France were on bad terms. The two of your lands had been closely tied since your land was founded.  
 
The European frowned. "_____ zere is no reason to cry." he said. You hadn't even realized you had started to cry. Your hand drifted towards your face and sure enough wet streaks of tears were trailing down your cheeks. "we 'ave all be zrough problem like zis. It is one of ze downfalls of being what we are. And unfortunately it gets no easier as one survives." As he spoke he handed you a napkin that was on the table. 
 
You took the napkin with a soft thank you and wiped off your face. Well at least none of your men had seen that. It would have been embarrassing and unawesome. Great now I'm thinking like Gilbert. That thought caused you to chuckle causing Francis to cast you another curious look "An amusing and slightly creepy thought occurred to me." you explained briefly. 
 
A silence filled the tent after that. It seemed as if neither of you were sure how to keep the conversation going, or perhaps really wanted to for that matter. You casually sipped your coffee as Francis did the same. Weird, you hadn't even noticed he had gotten himself some. The silence was a thoughtful one as it seemed you both thought about different stuff then what you were talking about had brought up. 
 
BOOM 
 
You jumped at the sudden racket knocking your chair over. Your eyes widened as you looked around to find the source of the noises. 
 
BOOM 
  
There was a pause among the noises each time It honestly frightened you. The noise occurred so randomly they couldn't be without a source. But try as you might you couldn't quite figure it out as you up-righted your chair and returned to sitting.  
 
BOOM 
 
Now you were trembling. Was it more gunshot? No it didn't quite sound like that, that was one fact you were certain. It did not sound like a bomb of any type either. "E-Excuse m-me I-I'm g-going to f-find the c-cause of t-that r-racket" You said your voice trembled just as much as your body. 
 
"Mon Ami, it is just ze weather. Ze sky was rather dark when I arrived 'ere, no?" The French man said a slightly amused glimmer in his blue eyes. He knew you was easily frightened at times but to freak out this much for few mere claps of thunder it was really amusing. If it were in the other way you would've probably found it just as amusing. But it also showed how much this war had you wiled up. 
 
"I s-see." you replied simply trying to regain yourself. Once you had succeeded you continued. "Perhaps after this storm I should head back to my tent and try to get some sleep. I'm sorry to cut your visit short but perhaps you can stop by another time." You didn't want to kick him out but you did want to try to get some sleep; even if it was disturbed.