Stupid American
January 25 1947
Dear diary,
My name is Monica Beilschmidt, also known as Germany. I will, this once, admit this is a diary. It was a gift from my….departed brother. Monica took a deep breath, holding back her tears then continued writing. This diary and a black old metal cross were his last gifts. My heart breaks at the thought, oh how I miss him. I still see his crimson red eyes when I close m sea blue eyes. He was my polar opposite; we were like yin and yang. I don't think I'll be able to live now that mien bruder is gone. Gilbert Beilschmidt, the Kingdom of Prussia, is no longer a nation. But the worst part is, Monica balled her fist, that stupid America Alfred F .Jones made me watch personally as my brother had to dissolve. I'm actually at that bastard's house now. At the moment here in his guest room terrible sick. Oh if only mien bruder was here I wouldn't have to be at this bastard's house receiving his pity, if he felt so bad for me why did he make me look. Monika quickly stopped writing and hid the diary under her pillow as she heard the door to the room open, reviling the American. "Hey Monica, how are you feeling?" She stayed silent only slightly glaring at the stupid American. He walked towards her and sat at the edge of her bed "you have some visitors should I tell them to come in here?" Monica gave a swift nod to say no "I will go see them." That was the first time I had spoken since my bruder's death 5 days ago and it was obvious America was relieved. "Can you get up?"
"Yes"
With that she sat and winced slightly but got over it, and swung her legs over the bed. With that she walked out of the room leaving America alone in the room. He let out a sigh, why did she dislike him so much? What did he ever do to deserve her hatred? His attention was caught by something black sticking out from under her pillow. He pulled it out and examined the notebook, it was leather and it smelt like it was over one hundred years old. Alfred opened the notebook and started reading the beautiful handwriting on the first page. His chest tightened up with each word he read. That's why she hated him, the women he loved the most in the world hated him. Yes he loved Monica, he has loved her since he first saw her when she and her brother came to help him in the Revolutionary war, and he remembered it like it was yesterday.
It was the beginning of the Revolutionary war and Prussia had offered to help train America and his army. Prussia had to skillfully sail past the British unnoticed (which he awesomely did). He and his small army snuck deep into the forests of the soon to be world super power. The small Prussian army and American army trained for hours in the deep thick forest, after about 5 hours of hands on training with Prussia Alfred went deeper into the forest of his country to look for a stream. But when he finally found the stream he was greeted with a sight he did not expect, there in the middle of the stream was a girl. She was wearing khaki shorts that truthfully WAY to short and a plain white t- shirt. Her hair was short and blonde but sort of boyish. The girl was playing with a golden retriever and looked about Alfred's age; he walked closer to the stream trying not to make a sound. The closer he got the more he noticed how stunning she was. He was so caught up in his thoughts he didn't notice the rock in front of him, so obviously he tripped on it and fell face first into the stream, startling the girl. She rushed towards him lifting his head from under the water and dragging him into dry land. She examined him, looking for any blood. When she found none she let out a sigh of relief. Alfred groaned and his sea blue eyes fluttered open, catching the attention of the girl and truthfully she thought they were very pretty. Much prettier than hers.
"U-um sorry about that"
Alfred had pollen the girl out of her thoughts, "no it's fine I'm more worried about you, how is your head?" 'Her voice is beautiful' Alfred thought well in his opinion she was even more stunning than before up close. "Y-yea I'm fine, thanks." "no problem I'm just glad you're alright" she gave Alfred an awkward smile which made him turn tomato red. "So…" she started not noticing Alfred's blush "why are you all the way out here, if you don't mind me asking?" "I'm fighting in the war so I'm training out here" Alfred's eyes turned a darker color slightly. "O-Oh, by the way, my name is Monica may I ask what yours is?" Monica noticed the change of his vibrant sea blue eye color so she decided to change the subject. "Monica, it suits a pretty girl like you, my name is Alfred, Alfred F. Jones"
This made Monica blush a light shade of pink "T-Thank you, your name is very nice as well" and that was that. After introductions Alfred and Monica talked non-stop until it was dark outside and the crickets were making their sweet music. "Hey Monica" Monica turned towards him"yes?" "When this whole war thing is over…would think about um…becoming my wife?" This made Monica gasp; even though they did not know each other well she had developed a very large crush on the American. "Sorry it was to sudden right? It was a bad idea to begin with" Alfred nervously scratched the back of his hair "NO it's alright" Monica started "I would actually like that" Monica's face was beat red. This made Alfred give the biggest smile the world will ever know. He took Monica's hand and placed a gentle kiss on it, and moved up until he reached her lips. Her face was red and her breath was slightly hitched from when he kissed (more like molested) her neck.
"Monica?"
"I-I know this is going to sound stupid but, I think I love you." Before Monica could answer him, Alfred kisses her passionately pulling them closer. Monica instantly started kissing back with just as much passion.
"Oui Alfred what the hell do you think you're doing to my kleine Schwester?!" The two instantly parted from each other the n but Monica was the first to recover. "Bruder it's not what it looks like!" Alfred turned the new voice and guess who. It was the awesome Prussia! 'Brother! That means Monica…Germany.' While Alfred was lost in thought, Monica was getting dragged away by Prussia. She was saying something but Alfred couldn't tell what she was saying. And just like that, the love of Alfred's life was gone and the next time he would see her is the beginning of WW1.
Alfred sighed from the distant memory, wishing it would stay that way forever. "What are you reading?" Alfred's head shot around to see Germany standing at the door anger plastered all over her face.