Dear Reader, chances are if you're reading this, you have found the insane ramblings of a grief-stricken nation. Please, don't worry about me...I will be fine...but if you find yourself in my situation...do not make my mistake...please...before it's too late...

-Denial-
His pain was gone, he could focus on work, and most importantly he would obey his boss and not argue with him when he made executive orders. He was in a medicine induced state of bliss. The United States loved ignorance. It was so much easier than seeing his own Heart being ripped to shreds right before his eyes.

It was easier for him to no longer care about what other nations were doing and to allow them to hate him. He didn't care anymore. It was easier for him to just live in a state of ignorant bliss. Ignorance didn't hurt him. It couldn't hurt him. It was easy.

So he swallowed the Pill.

-Anger-
"Time for your medicine, sir." /Sir/, the young man mused as he took the pill and popped it into his mouth before drinking the cup of water offered by the nurse. Sir is a term you give to someone you respect.

Not a puppet.

Soon, Alfred's dark musings started to fade as the medication took effect. Soon, his hatred for this unnamed nanny, Big Sister, as she asked to be called, dulled to an empty numbness as the "medicine" took hold.
His eyes were like pools of frosted glass, glazed over and without warmth or spirit. He didn't feel better, but he believed them when they said it helped.

So he swallowed the Pill.

-Bargaining-
"Please don't make me take it!" the young nation begged. "I'll do anything! I'll be good I promise!" He had been having severe side-effects, not to mention the medication was getting too expensive. Alfred was downright miserable.

"I'm sorry, Sir," Big Sis said, "But you must take it. Orders are orders." The blonde paled and struggled, but several large men grabbed him and strapped him to the table.

They made him swallow the Pill.

-Depression-
He was sick of it all. Sick of the medicine, sick of the lies, and sick of being trapped. He wanted out, he wanted an escape. America was dying and he found that he wanted to. Just to escape the pain.
The medicine wasn't working, he fought at first, but now he had no choice. He was done. He was broken. There was nothing he could do. He wanted to die.

So he swallowed the Pills.

-Acceptance-

I didn't die...but I am ruined...I hurt myself...I hurt my people...in my frenzy to escape my pain...Big Sis is watching me to make sure I take my medicine, but I've gotten better at pretending. They lied to me, I'll lie to them. I will take this system they created and destroy it. I will be a good nation, I will be obedient.

For under the guise of medication, they don't suspect a thing. A storm is brewing, the drums of war beat steadily. Those of my nation who have seen through the lies are standing with me. They will fight. They will win.

I will be free!

Because I'm off the Pill.