There is of course quite a lot of lore that comes with this, so: Itâs about Britain replacing his father.
England (left) is being choked out by his own heir (Britain) who, because of his upbringing, despises England with every part of him, therefore offering no mercy.
The crown represents the passing of this burden: generational trauma, instead of what should be a legacy.
Englandâs blood and Britainâs tears are the same colour because they mean the same thing: anguish.
Englandâs parents (of very blurry origin) were some of the strictest. From a young age, he was never given anything without having to work for it, and he was taught, because of war, to have a hatred for Scotland and his family, technically a cousin of his, twice removed. He had a younger brother, Wales, who was never an option of inheritance and was sent for an apprenticeship in the countryside, scarcely communicating with England until they were much older. England was sent to work on a merchant ship as a punishment for his abstain from the title of Lord, he didnât want to inherit power. On that ship, he gained scars, whip scars, on his back, arms and calves, and he resented everything to do with his family, and ESPECIALLY the french family, whom, as he aged, became more and more of a threat. Eventually, once he was old enough to become estranged of his parents, and after a lengthy battle with Scotland, he finally agreed to marry as a treaty, basically. They didnât love each other, but they had to.
Britain was born not too soon after, and while his childhood was safe, it was empty of care and full of responsibility, he had to grow up fast. War was ever ongoing and he was taught to hate the french family, just the way England was taught to hate Scotland, but he met a different fate. The French Republic, much like himself, resented her family and managed to run away from an arranged marriage. She was born with power but chose to give it away for him. While they held a healthy relationship in the most chaotic of times, their respective parents would fight on at each otherâs throats, and any semblance of a bond between Britain and his father were destroyed over his relationship, the same went for France and her father.
At some point, Britain was old enough to take power, and even though England never wanted it, he couldnât let it go, and threatened to disown Britain numerous times. Britain didnât want it either, but knew England couldnât have it, for the good of everyone. When Britain and France had their first child, (Thirteen Colonies) who grew up to be the USA and fought against his father in the revolution, Britain realised. He was just like England. This piece is about that passing of generational trauma, a burden no one wants to have.