Immortal Soul

by homesickpirate

China knows that he is different from every other country, and he knows that it will never change. So he must content himself with loneliness, for as long as the world keeps turning

So I uploaded 4 days of stories today, because I didn't have time earlier. I know they are short, but I promise my next one will be long!

China didn't remember a time when he didn't exist. He had always been there. He would tell everyone else that he was 2000 years old, but honestly, he didn't really know. It could have been 10000, for all he knew. He was older than Rome, older than Greece's mother for crying out loud! And the other countries wondered why he was so odd.

It was because he remembered what it was like to be just like them. He remembered the youth of America, even the aging France, he remembered his life when he was just like that. Except what he remembered the most was being alone. Now, new countries, or even some of the older ones, they had had friends and enemies, love and hate, and all of these different emotions to teach them how to be part of this world.

China had had none of that. He had been alone; only a small number of countries had ever made it into his lands, and he had almost never left his. But now in this era of globalization, he felt lost. He was not part of this world, and he knew it. But he was immortal, and so in this world he had to stay.