I remember when i used to rule the world. Everyone was happy... I was happy. When Alfred made me his brother especially. Because i only had elder brothers, I coddled him. Every night, he would sneak into my room and I would wake up to him. Now, I've grown used to waking up alone. I think what hurts the most is that now, I walk the streets alone. Streets that I used to own.
I used to take Alfred with me to battles, to see the fear in the enemies eyes. But when we were on opposite ends of the battlefield, there was no fear in his eyes. When his army was celebrating, I was on the ground, filled with grief, wondering why he would betray me.
I was heartbroken that he would do this. When he was a newborn country, he was so loyal and adorable. Now, he doesn't even want to be my brother.
I've tried to understand him, but I couldn't. I couldn't kill him, yet he was prepared to kill me to become his own person. I couldn't, he was my precious little brother...but now I have another, Peter, but to make sure he doesn't turn out like Alfred, I treat him badly. He reminds me too much of Alfred. I couldn't bear it if Peter also declared war on my when he is older!
Alfred, why did you do it? Why? I thought I raised you right and you liked being with me right? Then why did you turn on me? Please! Please! just tell me what I did wrong so we can go back to the way we were...
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...I miss you...