A/N: Ok so this kinda happened to me. I had to modify the day (because it was a Wednsday and it was before school) and the email so it'd make sense (plus the email was a lot longer too). I had the same reaction and believe me, it was HORRIBLE! But now me and my friend are back together! So anyways, hope you enjoy!
It was a sunny day. Wonderful even to the blond country. America seemed like nothing could possible go wrong! Oh how he regretted ever thinking that. All because he thought that today would be as awesome as yesterday hanging with Canada. But he was wrong. Terribly, terribly wrong.
He woke up with a great start. He didn't seem that tired in the morning. No, today was very unusual. Alfred just let that slide. He didn't bother. No. He couldn't care less if he was waking up at a nice pace! Being a heavy sleeper he is and a long one too, waking up early was just a lucky thing. As he strode downstairs to get a nice cup of coffee, his computer constantly beeped in annoyance. America scowled at his computer.
Niceā¦, he thought in complaint. America finished pouring his cup of coffee and sat down in front of the monitor. He clicked on the little envelope signifying that he got an email and a little jolt of happiness went through his body. It was from Britain! The nation simply smiled as he filled with joy. But that joy disappeared in a matter of seconds.
"Not-so-Dear America," the email started. America's heart thumped loudly in his chest. This wasn't like the other letters Britain has send him. So America continued reading.
"As you will probably be able to tell (but maybe not, due to your lack of intelligence) that I have noticed so much that I haven't from you. Because I'm aware that you like to lie to people, I'm afraid you might play dumbass and act like you don't realize who you lie to but don't even bother. I really was disappointed to know that you don't speak the truth to people whom you considered your 'brother' let alone your 'best friend', but I suppose maybe you never thought of me in that way. I would not like to learn what else you've kept held behind your back; instead, keep your hands to yourself and do not try to contact me again if it's going to be with the same intentions as before. I have learned from you, though, about how nasty people can actually be. How much one can lie. But I'm done with these sorts of people, and am going to say my farewell in a way that is special to us both. It's really too bad you've been influenced by all of the sluts and bustards we call nations, because otherwise I think you might have been a fairly decent person. Then again, maybe not. Either way, I hope the message gets across, and I really hope you haven't done this to any other of your 'best friends', as horrid as any one of them might be. I do not think they planned to be used, or lied to. Please, if you're doing the same thing to anyone, even Canada, tell him now. And please tell him I would no longer like to be a part of the trio, if one member has so many built up secrets. Inform him that if he wants details, he must contact me personally. If you both hate me, well, that's a pity. If you feel able to rationally cut off our contact, then I am looking forward to hearing from you again.
Best regards to you and your future 'best friend',
Arthur Kirkland."
By the end of that message, tears ran down his pale face, his mouth open in shock, quivering from the loss of words he had. Over and over he read, but no matter what, it was the same message. A message saying that the older nation did not want to be friends with the younger anymore.
Alfred had no idea what to write back. All he felt was hatred, confusion, emptiness, anguish. He wanted to throw his computer against the wall but chose not to.
Get yourself together, Alfred, he thought. Britain couldn't be serious. Could he? But Britain was serious. America didn't know that but he was. And he didn't know it hurt Britain just to write that message.
A/N: Won't promise that I'll update soon but hope I do!
