Right. This idea probably already done before, Idk,

just poems summing up part of their life,

First one is America,

if you want me to do any more, tell me the ones you want doing, and uhhh... Yeah xD

Disclaimer: Hetalia isn't mine.

America

Heroes are awesome,

Heroes are kind,

They'd never have friends

And leave em behind.

That's when I thought

How cool it would be

To be a hero,

Independent and free.

Maybe my brother

Will take my hand,

Help me fight,

Together and stand.

My caretaker

Will not be pleased

But if I win,

These taxes will cease!

Maybe I'll miss him,

And might just be sad,

I'd better not lose

Or he'll be really mad!

I frown at my brother,

I beg and plead,

Why won't he join me-

He's really in need!

I'm standing here,

I realise I've grown,

Maybe I've left him

To be much too alone…

He runs up to me,

Musket in hand,

Mine flies to the air,

In the rain it does land.

The gun is aimed,

I'm ready to be shot,

My eyes widen,

And I stand in shock.

The weapon is no longer

In my enemies grasp

It's then I remember

My oh so great past…

I stare at the man,

Much older than I,

The rain tumbles down,

Masking his cry.

My brother's still with him

He doesn't care,

He doesn't want freedom,

But it's still not fair.

Maybe I'll make him

If I burn York,

I'm not gonna stand here

And chatter and talk!

But he still wont join me!

Why can't he see

If he joins me, he'll be free

Pain is what burns me,

Right in the heart,

Washington's in flames

Should've known from the start

1812,

That's the date today,

He's on their side

What more can I say?

The war is over,

Army at my side

I couldn't take it

So I left while he cried.

Still angry, I wonder,

Why Canada wasn't there?

I won after all,

And pride is what I bear!

Now, years later,

War comes again,

Everyone is fighting

No intention, or is there?

I fight, and fight,

I promise myself

I'll be the hero

With strength and stealth.

Another war,

The second at that,

My boss won't let me

Out of my flat.

I can't make a move,

I can't go to fight,

What's his problem?

I'm the hero alright?

England's in trouble,

It's terribly bad,

The blitz is ongoing,

It's incredibly sad.

I want to help him,

I really do care,

Am I expected to

Just sit and stare?

I open my door,

Ignoring my boss,

I go to fight

I can't bear with a loss.

Finally when the war subsides,

Canada kicked ass,

In fact I'm surprised.

Canada was scary,

To the Germans at least,

To Germany anyway,

He was like a beast.

Now it's all over,

Fighting 'n' all,

Allies join Axis

Now the world won't fall.

Working with England,

Wasn't so bad after all,

Even if he

Did almost fall…

Japan is a friend,

Though enemies once,

Watching movies with him

Gets a great response.

I won't admit,

I'm terrified,

Of ghosts and ghouls

And demons outside.

I am a hero,

One that can stand,

High and mighty

On his wonderful land.

I DID miss England,

He missed me more,

I knew that I left him

To cry on the floor.

Heroes ARE awesome,

Heroes ARE Kind,

But I had family,

And I left him behind.

Was it good? I hope you liked it xD

I'm not sure which one I should do next, if you think it was good enough XD

I won't do all of them in this style, i might change styles and do them differently depending on which character...

IDK

I have little confidence in my Poetry, so I thought i'd try and brush up on it anyways,

soo... yeah.

PS. History- not my strong point, forgive me if I got anything the wrong way around or something. We don't study the American war of independence in England (As much as i'd love too)

I kinda didn't know what to put for the world wars, but Canadians did actually used to scare the Germans, Anyway xD

Please R&R, tell me what you thought, kill me for writing such bad poetry, hate on me, critique's, all accepted! Apart from maybe the hating. Thats not accepted. xD Oh and I know America probably wouldn't have lived in a flat, But it wouldn't rhyme so uh, yeah...

bye xD