Dear America- no Alfred F. Jones,
I know this probably won't mean as much to you as it does me… Bloody hell I don't even know why I'm writing this. Perhaps I've truly become a sentimental old man as you're always so fond of pointing out… I couldn't keep this in any longer all I really want to say to you is I love you. I know I must seem pathetic, after all I'm always berating you for those cheesy Hollywood movies you're always so fond of, but it is true I love you git. Sometimes at night all I can do is stare at the empty place next to me hoping by some grace of God you would appear… but I know that is impossible. Even so I would still give an arm and a leg just to be with you even for just one short moment. Forgive me, I was never a brave man when it came to human emotions. I become terrified at the thought of actually opening myself up. The thought that if I let someone in they can easily leave me and all I will be is broken… Forgive me I am not strong. The thought of you leaving me again strikes terror into my heart and I freeze just when I'm about to utter the words I love you. I'm sorry I'm not strong enough to admit that I love you… that I love you so much the mere mention of you name brightens up my day if only just a bit. I'm sorry that I hide through this rough attitude and pretend as though all the kindness you bestow upon me does nothing but cause me trouble. I'm sorry that I pretend that your smile and laugh irritate me when all I want to do laugh and smile right along because seeing you happy makes me infinitely more happy… I'm sorry that I'm a coward… a coward who hides behind harsh words and sarcasm. A coward who only wants to hold and love you but is too afraid because even if I were to get you the chance of you slipping out of my hands leaves me shaking and all I can do is stand there and shout out insults… I'm sorry that I become terrified when you tell me that you love me because I know that you couldn't possibly mean it in the I feel about you. That those words are only words. That you couldn't possibly know that when I dream up those words, words that probably mean nothing to you but make up my entire world, all I think about is cooking meals for you, fighting with you, loving you, just being with you… I'm terrified of that horrible moment when we each have an understanding that you don't love me. I know you will be honest because you are just so kind and it will make me love you even more because you are honest but I'm terrified of going home alone again this time not even having the hopes and dreams that you could possibly love me… I am a horrible coward even now I still am… because this letter… this insignificant letter is just my pathetic, cowardly way of telling you… I love you. I Love You Alfred F. Jones.
Forever yours,
Arthur Kirkland
Disclaimer: Hetalia and "I love you" don't belong to me. Both belong to the repective owners.
Author's Comments: LOL I don't know what's gotten into me… Probably cause I feel sentimental right now but I wrote this after listening to an AMAZING poem again(I will put up a link later :D) This is a bit based on one of Liete's (3) fanfics and if anyone who reads this is familiar with poetry you'll probably know that it's based on a poem called "I Love You" by Mary Fons. Part of the reason why I wrote this is because I've always loved the concept of letters. I always find it so romantic xD. Another reason why I wrote this is because I feel like I've become too apathetic recently which scares me because I really don't know how or what to feel sometimes :T. LOL this is probably one of the cheesiest things ever written and I apologize for this. Constructive criticism is appreciated though because I'll rewrite this one day and maybe make a doujin when I'm not so tired :'D I already know it's repetitive OTL So there's bound to be a ton of other errors. Thanks for reading xD