Hey, England

by DarkAngelAmelia

When America breaks several important promises to the other nations and most importantly, England, what will America do to cope with his depression of a lost lover?

~Prologue~

My name is Alfred F. Jones. I used to be The United States of America, or, America for short. That's all gone now. I gave up everything because I can't stand living immortally. The person I loved more than anything—Have you ever loved someone so much, it hurt? It hurts to breathe—You just want to hold them forever and ever and never let go. To breathe in their scent. To feel their warmth.

Hey, England.

How are you?

I didn't forget you, you know.

I still love you more than life.

Amel- I mean, America's taking my place.

Is she doing a good job?

Help…

I'm forgetting everything.

I can't remember my fifth birthday…

Hey, England.

Before it all disappears.

Will you just say one thing to me?

I won't forget you.

Never in my life.

Say it.

Those three words…

So I can hear it one last time before we never see each other again.

I love you.