America walks on the winding road on his way to a cemetery holding blue daisies in his hand. It has been years since he had seen his friend.
Once he had reached the grave, he sat down right besides, leaning his head towards the grave point.
"Can't you beileve it's been 400 years! Oh man the time has gone quickly." America quipped. "...but I wished it didn't. I'd rather be growing up with you in the colonies." He confessed. "I miss you Davie. I hope you're well on the other side." He greives. "I was so young back then, I wish I had more time with you." he says, nostalgically.
From his spot upon the grave, he stands up. Contemplating his leave, he walks out and whispers.
"I miss you, my friend."
A/N: Sorry I had to fix some changes.