Broken

                                    

                                          
Maria woke up but didn't move. She stayed right where she was and just watched her little brothers and sisters sleep.
                          
She noticed how tired they all looked.
                          
She felt Virginia move in her arms and looked down at him. He still looked like he was in pain.
                          
She sighed and hugged him tighter.
                          
She knew that John was crazy and wasn't afraid to hurt anyone but this was just...... She didn't even know. 
                          
The man had literally had a massacre because he was upset with Virginia.
                          
She didn't know how many people died and didn't want to. 
                          
Virginia moved again and woke up, he looked up at Maria. "He's gone right?" He asked  fearfully.
                          
"Yeah," She nodded, "He is. How do you feel?" 
                          
"I don't know..... How am I suppose to feel?" He asked, "These last few days have been Hell." 
                          
Maria nodded, took a deep breath, and kissed her brother's forehead, "We'll get through this, I promise."
                          
He sighed, "Be honest with me, do you actually think we're gonna make it?"
                          
"Yes," She nodded, "We will."
                          
"Why did you come to live with him?"
                          
"I'll tell you when the others wake up."
                          
He nodded and the two sat in silence for awhile before more of their siblings started to get up. 
                          
"We should all get ready," Maria said, "I'll see you guys downstairs."
                          
They all nodded and she walked to her room to go get ready.
                          
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Panama woke up and got ready for the day before walking out her room. The house was really quiet.
                          
Maybe everyone had gone to sleep? 
                          
She walked downstairs and saw broken dishes and glasses on the floor in the kitchen.
                          
She was the only one there, after awhile, Panama walked up to England's room and knocked before she walked in.
                          
Her father was awake with red eyes, he looked a mess and was just sprawled out on the bed.
                          
"Daddy?" She asked worried.
                          
England looked at her with no emotion, "At least one of you decided to stay."
                          
"Stay?" She asked as she went to sit on the bed.
                          
England sighed, "They all left, some with France, others with Spain. They all hate me one way or another for  helping John. Your the only one who stayed," He sat up and hugged his child, "I haven't talked to or seen  North or South America since the Civil War. It's only a matter of time till you decide you hate me and leave. One of my children are dead. France won't talk to me," He sighed, "I don't even know even more."
                          
The ones who went with Spain, basically completely blamed England for America's death because of allying with John  like Spain. While the ones who went with France didn't completely blame him but mostly did.
                          
They all weren't happy with their father.
                          
Only Panama was left.
                          
Panama rested her head on her father's chest, "I don't hate you."
                          
England gave a bitter laugh, "Ha! You say that now, but it's a matter of time," He said.
                          
Father and daughter both sat in silence as they sadly thought about their broken family.