July 4th
Alfred's birthday; one of his favorite, if not the favorite celebration for the country.
He sat up on the rooftop of the apartment complex that he was currently staying at. The sun went down a few short minutes ago. Stars were now lighting up the sky. Many lighting fixtures outside of houses and buildings were shut off so the fireworks could be seen more clearly.
The first one shot up into the air, a long whistle following it. It exploded. Tiny white lights spread out in the shape of a flower, the usual shape. Another one then shot up before the red firework faded away; a white one. A blue followed, repeating the same pattern as the other two.
Alfred smiled to himself as he stared at the display in the sky above him. The noise rung in his ears, but he didn't mind. He loved it; every second of it. The country took a sip of the soda he had in his hand as he watched more fireworks go off with their cacophony and bright lights. The lights bounced off of America's body, tinting him in bright white, reds and blues, under which you could see him smiling still.
From one of the rooftops of a not-too far away building, you could hear someone shouting "GOD BLESS THE USA!"
The noise startled the country at first, but then he was smiling like an idiot, looking in the direction of the shout as he took another sip of his soda. It was good to be him sometimes.
-Happy Fourth of July! And most of all, Happy Birthday, America!
May you be just as wonderful in the future as you are now.