((this was an essay for history class, but all i did was write a short fanfiction, as did my friend!))
Hello. My name is Arthur Kirkland, and I have been alive for hundreds of years. Sounds crazy, right? Well, I am the personification of the country of England. I lived through one of the most devastating events in humanity's history: the bubonic plague.
That period was easily one of the worst times in my long life. One day, a man reported to my boss (the king) that nearly everybody in a nearby had developed an illness that gave them black fingers and large swellings around their body. Nobody had ever heard of this illness before, and soon other villages started to get this mysterious sickness.
Soon after this outbreak began, we (the other personified countries & I) held a world meeting. During the meeting, I found out that people Switzerland, France, and Italy had contracted this disease. I also learned that people in Switzerland had begun to blame the Jews and Lepers for this outbreak, as most of Europe was Christian. After the meeting, I reported this to my boss and he said that many people in England too were looking for someone to blame for this illness. He decided that we, England, would blame the Jews & Lepers too. I didn't want to, but even though I am England itself, I have very little influence over the decisions of the government.
After a few months, my boss finally decided to ban travel from place to place to keep the plague from spreading. I thought that this would maybe stop the plague, but it helped only a little bit. Most of the time I would stay in my house, but sometimes I would go to London to check on the situation. I thought that London would have been faring well enough, but it turned out to be almost worse than the surrounding villages. The streets were covered in trash & bodies. Abandoned children were everywhere; their parents had left them behind in a rush to get out of town before travel was banned. Many bodies were in alleys, but the larger streets were cleaner, because they were the streets traveled the most by the body-pickup wagons. The whole city of London stunk of death and decay, and I never wanted to see a sight like that ever again.
Many of the rich people went to the countryside thinking that the fresh air would preserve them, but I knew that they would only spread the illness. My boss asked me if I wanted to go to the countryside too, but I declined the offer. I had pledged my loyalty to my country hundreds of years ago, and I wasn't just about to leave my citizens to die. So, I started to help out the remaining priests and doctors. I helped the priests give dying people a dying ceremony so that their soul would go to heaven, and I started studying medicinal magic to see if that would drive the plague out of sick people. (It didn't work, sadly.)
After a few, long years, the plagues started to slowly go away. Soon, almost all physical traces of the plague disappeared, & mankind started to flourish yet again.
This all happened centuries ago, and only us countries can truly remember this event. Sure, students today learn about it in school, but it isn't the same just reading about it. You would have to live through it, like me, to know the true horror of this time.
-from the journal of Arthur Kirkland, personification of the country of England.