It was rather strange. He didn't know what to expect once he was gone, so he expected absolutely nothing. He expected to float in nothingness and to feel nothingness and to think nothing. Instead, he woke up in a place filled with clouds. There were clouds in the sky and in the ground. It was absolutely beautiful. It was magical in way. England would appreciate it if it was not for the images in his head.
They were flashbacks. All were of screams and pain and anger and betrayal and hurt. Some many flashbacks and yet England could not put his finger on it, but he had a feeling they all ended in his death. It was just a feeling, nothing more, nothing less, but yet it bothered him a lot. In a way it also made him angry; be kept in the dark by his own thoughts. Shouldn't he be able to control them? Shouldn't he know what he is thin