AN:this was something I thought about doing ever since I saw America's storage cleaning. I want to do this to take a deeper look into that and the events before it. Hopefully my little thought experiment will turn out to be interesting. If not, then at least I tried. Please review and enjoy the story.

Japan

I'd come once again for a visit to America. In order to better understand my friend I came on a day of special importance to him. The 4th of July.

I certainly had fun, and even managed to enjoy Americas cooking. Still I had not accomplished what I came here for.

I knew America was a fun loving person. The trouble is, I don't know why.

Why today? What could drive him to celebrate with such mirth? In the years I've known him he has never put such enthusiasm into his feast of thanksgiving, new years, Halloween ,not even Christmas. I needed to know.

As we walked back home to his house as the day ended I toyed with the idea of asking him. It was not until we were there sitting and resting that I got up the courage to ask him.

"America?" I asked

"Hmm?"

"Why… Why do you celebrate today?"

"Oh! This is the day I decided to become a country!"

"Decided?"

"I used to be a colony under many countries. England was in charge of me mostly."

England? But they argued so much.

"Why are you and him so bitter toward each other these days then?"

He paused for a moment . He looked almost sad. "It's a long story. You wouldn't want to hear it."

I could tell he was upset. Under normal circumstances I would have moved onto a different subject. But I wanted to know so on I went.

"It's alright. I want to hear it."

He tried in vain to look happy as he began the story…

America

Before the European nations came I had no history or anything. Just me and the natives.

Then they came to get some land. They all got parts but the one that got the most out of it was England.

He was so nice and so calm. When it came time to chose who I would recognize as my brother I chose him. We were so close. He cared for me and I diligently worked for him. He couldn't come very often, but when he did , I always enjoyed his presence.

Then France joined with the natives of my country and started a war. Me and England took him down no problem.

I thought that everything would be great now that we had fought together.

But England lost a lot during the war and started to take more and more from me. The people didn't like that he didn't even bother to ask us first. So was I. But I tried. Tried to support my big brother.

But many people didn't. They fought against England doing everything they could to hurt him.

It all got worse once he came over.