I can't do this again!
My hands shake, and in this moment, I'm anything but a hero; I'm a coward.
At least I look the part: being fat and all.
No wonder they hate me, I'm hideous and stupid.
My ideas are always shot down since they are idiotic and no good.
Japan must hate being my friend; I'm sure he only pities me anyway.
Why would he actually like me as a friend when I'm so pathetic?
No wonder Russia and Belarus hate me, and probably the rest of the world too.
North Italy is even better than me even if he doesn't have much input other than pasta.
He is even thinner and much more attractive than me.
He has all of those friends that watch out for him and protect him too.
People love to stay by his side, but who wants to stay by my side?
England, who raised me, wants nothing to do with me, and my own brother is weary of me since I tried to invade his country once.
I've fought everyone, and no one trusts me.
I blew up two of Japan's cities before, and now he spends time with me out of pity and fear that I'll attack him again.
I'm America who is the most hated country in the world that people see as a villain rather than a hero.
What's the point anymore of all of this?
