[England smirks back, though his is a bit nervous. back on his earth, people knew of his kind, and even interacted with him on a daily basis. but here, in Cerealia, it was different. telling someone he was a nation sometimes led to incredulous looks, which was why, when he'd first arrived on the colony, he was cagey with details about his life.

but now, it kind of seems like a moot point. things are coming to a head, so England is going to be honest with this woman, and everyone else he interacts with now]

Yes, I would think so. [he looks from her up at the sky. the rain seems to be letting up, finally] In my world, I am, what you would call, a country, or nation. I am a physical representation of England. [he tilts his head back down to look at Angela] It's kind of difficult to explain, but that's the truth. That is why I have no mother, or father, for that matter. I simply came into existence when a group of people decided to create a place for themselves.