America sat in his room. It was raining at his place today, and it was his birthday. He sighed. This was literally the worst birthday he had had in a long time, or maybe even ever. First of all, it was raining. And that meant no fireworks, fireworks is what kept the American spirt alive, and he could feel the disappointment of his people at the fact that there would be none this year. Secondly, America had lost at the world cup a few days ago, and his people were arriving today with long faces and heavy hearts. And as if that wasn't bad enough the third reason this year's birthday would suck was because hurricane Arthur was on it's way. America was sure that Arthur had sent it, as a reminder that he would never forget that America had won The Revolutionary War. And the American was sure that, yes, this birthday would suck.
Author's Note: Hey, Everyone! I meant to publish this yesterday, but my phone wasn't letting me. So I had to publish it from my laptop :(. But, whatever! So just incase anyone was saying "HEy, THe FIreworks WEren't CAncelled!" They actually were, where I live.