The fall of a superpower
By Ash Hammerand
As a country our life spans longer then humans, but were not immortal we're only alive as long as there is a country, and people, who have the blood of the relatives from the country running through there veins. But ever since humans started to leave the Earth for space we started dieing off. The Earth became rule less with only a few fading countries left. Some took their leave gracefully knowing their friends have already gone and they would soon be with them; others fighting till the end not wanting to leave this world behind. Now I lay here in what's left of Jamestown nearing my end looking back at my life. I remember before all this happened, I would go around the world spending time with everyone even if they didn't wanna see me. I remember when England found me and raised me trying his best to be the best brother he could be. Even If I broke away from him years later in the War of Independence I don't regret breaking away, but I do regret hurting his feelings. He raised me and I went and hurt him. France told me he cried. I'm not surprised; he was more like a dad to me than a brother. But thinking about wars I have fought in a lot of them. I was a hero I saved countless lives, but I took just as many if not more; so am I really a hero? But I know I am the hero to one person; my Vietnam yes we fought in a war, but after all of that she was my biggest fan and the light of my day and moon at night. I miss her the most, yes I miss everyone else but I miss her more than anything. She was the one of the first to go. She did her best to hang on but you can't fight death; I stayed with her to the end. I watched her slowly fade away. I made sure to say I loved her, hug her, and kiss her. She called me her hero and told me to be strong, but most of all she told me she loved me and she'd never leave me along as I remembered her. Just remembering those words makes me cry. I miss her so much. I miss everyone I miss England and his caterpillar brows, France all naked with a rose on his privates, China's cooking, Italy's constant happiness, Japan and his really weird Animes, Canada's kindness, Prussia always calling himself awesome, Russia's all out creepiness, and even Germany's yelling. I miss it all so much! I wish I could bring everyone back and we could all live like we use to. I want my life back! I want my country back! I want my friends back! I want the world back! The tears won't stop, but for some reason I stopped hurting. I feel myself becoming one with the earth.
"America?"
"Mom is that you? where are you?"
"Come son there's nothing to be scared of we're all here."
"vv Etsi" (Yes Mother) I close my eyes and my body is cradled by the earth. The next time I opened them, I was in a white room and there in front of me was my mother "Etsi" the word slipped out of my mouth slowly as tears fell from my eyes. She held me in her arms tight. I had almost forgot how it felt to be held in her warm embrace; I could feel the tears rushing down her face "U li he li s di Atsutsa" (welcome home my son).
