Sometimes England wondered why America changed.
He remembered America as a cheerful child who would look up to him with big sky blue eyes. He remembered America when he would carefully consider what England said before nodding and saying: "Yes Enwland. I understand."
Now he knew America as an obnoxious teenager, who grated on his nerves as much humanly possible. Who glared at him with too-bright blue eyes. When he thought of America he thought of his unpleasant laugh, of his idiotic ideas, of his complete cluelessness of what was going on around him.
He sighed. He put his head in hands. He glared at France. And he wondered why America had to change. What happened to his sweet little Alfred.
England did not know that Alfred had not changed. Or, he had. Just not the way England thought. They had changed, and dragged him with them. They hated England. They started a revolution. They formed their own republic. Not him. Not Alfred.
Alfred F. Jones died on September 3, 1783. The day England recognized them as him. The day the United States no longer needed America.
So, this is the prologue to the sequel of Dear Secret Diary.
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