….It doesn't matter if I tell my name anymore, does it? It's all coming to an end, anyway. What's the point?
Was I a bad nation, mother?
A bad representative… A bad guardian… A bad child… Maybe all of the above?
Which one is it? Mother, please tell me. I haven't got enough time left…
All through my life, I was filled with regret. Mockery. Self-hatred. Loathing. Envy.
Envy? "Why Envy" you ask?
Look at Japan. Look at Italy, Prussia, even that bastard France, America…
Damn it all. Why am I crying? Such a great empire I once was, and here I am, crying over something already lost. I apologize, dear mother. You must be disappointed in how awful the son you've fully entrusted your title to is acting. Back to the other countries I mentioned… Do you see how all those countries are alike?
They're all loved.
Not only as nations, but as their own persons.
I'm jealous… So very jealous of how one could be loved by so many…