[At that, for once, England falls silent. At first, it's simply because he doesn't have anything to say to that, but slowly he starts to allow the idea into his mind. And as he does, he starts to feel guiltier; her death wasn't about him, and here he is moping about it like a child, anyway. And he gave America her real name, which he's sure she wouldn't appreciate too much.
He sets his jaw, tiredly eyeing the fairy flitting about the corner of his tablet screen.] ...she's still dead.
[It's not really an argument. Even if he's not at fault, it's hard not to be affected by something like this.]
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He sets his jaw, tiredly eyeing the fairy flitting about the corner of his tablet screen.] ...she's still dead.
[It's not really an argument. Even if he's not at fault, it's hard not to be affected by something like this.]