I apology in advance, I started righting as soon as I heard the news and didn't have time to edit it or think of any real plot, to busy celebrating.
My name is America, and as of today, I accept who I am.
Today is June 26, 2015. And as of now, I am one of 21 countries to accept my felling and ideals.
It was not easy, for years I denied it. Only letting it show when I was drunk or when I was with people whom I knew I was safe around. But today was different. I had reread my constitution for the hundredth time and finally, when it was my turn to speak at the world meeting, I announced that I was now legalizing gay marriage and that I was Pansexual.
All of my fellow accepting countries jumped up off their chairs and tackled me to the ground with joy. My family came first Canada, England, Wales, France, Ireland, and Scotland. Followed Argentina, Belgium, Brazil, Netherlands, Denmark, Norway, Iceland, Finland, Sweden, Luxembourg, Portugal, Spain, New Zealand, South Africa, and Uruguay.
They refused to let me go, almost as if they were trying to shield me. Protect me from the countries who were afraid, who would want to hurt me. I could practically feel the hatred rolling off of Russia but I no longer carried. I could finally be me, I could finally love my people the way the loved me. I could be with my family and maybe create my own one-day.
I could feel Canada pull away from me before returning a moment later with a box in his hand. "We had a felling this was going to happen sooner to later." he said as he handed me the box. I opened it slowly to reveal my flag, but the coloring was different. Instead of the red and white stripes, it was the colors of the gay pride flag. "We had others made to, one for every sexuality flag. You can hang them up around your house or pull them out for special occasions."
I could feel the tears rolling down my face, tears of joy and acceptance. I through the flag over my shoulders and wore it like a cape. "Now," I said, wiping the tears from my face "Who wants to go through a party."