Nobody notices when Arthur stops coming to the world meetings. Not even Germany and definitely not France or America. His seat at the table grows cold collecting dust in plain sight as his brothers continue their days unaware they are without representation. His government doesn't bother with it believing that with him absent they can be more productive. Then even that thought is forgotten. Life goes on. The world continues rotating on it's axis. And rather abruptly any memory the world has of Arthur Elizabeth Kirkland...

Ex-ruler over 1/3rd of the world

Proud self-proclaimed gentlemen

Annoying, overbearing, younger brother with an inferiority complex larger then Russia to the personifications of Scotland, Wales, and Ireland

Older brother of the personification of Northern Ireland

The tsundere, book loving, more than semi violent, tea addict personification of England

Fighter

Frenemy

Caregiver

The Black Sheep of Europe

...are forgotten, collecting dust in the far reaches of their minds having been deemed unimportant.

That is until one day centuries later...

…. "Dad, who sits there?"

Should I continue this?