Remember when you were a child? How I could win you over by extending my pinky, saying I promised whatever. Does that still work for us now? Probably not, you're gone now. Well at least from me, although one thing pains me. Why didn't you kill me then? Back during the war. You had me at gunpoint, anger and pride were set in your eyes. Why didn't you? It would have been better than letting me live through this hell! Everyday since then I've suffered worse than death. I missed so much of your childhood that it pains me to see you so big, and I know I did nothing to make you the way you are! I've always loved you, much more than a brother should.
Remember before I left, the last time before the war, when you were pleading for me to pinky swear to you? I do, in fact it haunts me. That was the day I swore that I would do anything for you, life or death. Did you do that to trick me? No, not you, you were only a child seeking my affection. But it is now me who wants your affection, not as a brother.
You don't though, which is why my life is hell! You only see me as that annoying old nation you once called a brother. I'm pitiful aren't I? Writing a letter to you that will never even reach your eyes. Although would you do me one thing, even if you never see this? Will you think of me? Please, much like a child, I crave attention from one person. I can't leave this hellish earth, no matter how hard I try, so this is not goodbye. No not even close to one. Consider it my pinky promise that I never kept from so long ago.
~Arthur Kirkland (England)
~yeah it's short but it means a lot to me. My little sister bases all her trust off of one pinky, this means a lot to me and her. So thanks.