"Hey England, how are you?" I smiled brightly up at me.
"I'm fine. Just worried about my people."
"Why, whats up?"
"They think if they agreed with your countries leader that they would live better lives."
He stood their in shock looking at me.
"But England-"
"No, if that's what they want then that's what I'll give them. I'm nothing to anybody anyways. I'm a piece of land that can be taken away or added to."
"England don't say that-"
I stared him dead in the eyes. "No America, its true. People treat us like we can just be thrown around. Soon this Earth is going to die anyways the way people treat it."
"Your not nothing though. Your the Great United Kingdom."
He rolled my eyes. "Like that matters."
"Have hope."
(This whole situation just tore me apart. Why would my people do this to me?)
"How can I America when the whole world won't even help me." I started crying.
"I'll help."
"They want to be apart of your country though. They want you, not ME."
"I'm sure some do-"
"Don't you get it. They hate how their country is ruled. That's why they are getting rid of me. Can't you tell that I have been looking weaker and weaker by the days?"
"YES! YES I HAVE! And this all tears me apart!" He had tears running down his cheeks. "When I left you I just wanted independence from you. Not to destroy you. If I knew this would happen then I would have never done this! I'm so sorry England."
"America make me one promise."
"What?"
"If I do die take care of my people..." ~
I woke from the awful dream. I had been crying. I got up and ran to my phone to call up England but then I realized that that had been reality and the pain and hit me all over again. This happened every night of every week. It tears me apart more and more.
I've tried to commit suicide but since my country is alive and strong, which then I can't die. I have scares up and down my arms. Every country that looks at me always says how sorry they are. Japan has been the closest to me out of everyone. Well not really since I pushed everyone out. But hes the only one who will come and check up on me. I guess I should thank him but I'm really not that happy anymore.
England was apart of me and I apart of him. He was the only one who got me to smile when I was down. Who stood by some of my most stupidest ideas and went along with it. We might of had our fights here and there but we were one of the closest countries ever. I loved him, and still do... But I was to late to tell him. If only he had longer to live. Its all my fault.
I went over to my balcony. I looked down at the city. I climbed over and let myself drop to the ground. I wasn't scared of death anymore. If death was the only way to get to see England again, even for just a few short minutes, I'd do it.
