When I was young I would look in my books,look at information, all of the information I had about each and every one of you at the time. So many things there were to learn about all of you and all of it was so interesting to me.
I remember how then I would sit by the fire trying to get warm, waiting, and just dreaming.
Dreaming of how one day I would be just like all of you.
Powerful. Resourceful. Ambitious. Ha even beautiful.
I always found all your cultures and history so beautiful even when there was ugly and horrors in them. Amazed of what your people endured and felt honored when your people came to visit me or when they would stay in me and become part of one of my children. My children.
All fifty of them are growing so big now. All so different all take some part of all of you. Some have your eyes and curls, some your speeches and manners, and even others as if they were your very own. Some of them are your own aren't they? Please do not judge them based on me. They are their own no matter what and each so willing to understand and learn even if they seem as stubborn.
My brothers would know that. My three brothers even if only one has met them. That is something I regret not doing. I regret not letting them know all of you and all of you to know them. I was so afraid so afraid they would be hurt. Now I'm hurting them.
I just can't continue any longer. I can't say I'm sorry for this I'm just not the same as I used to be and my people deserve better,my children deserve better and all of you deserve a better country to ally with, to trade with,to just even be near.
I'm sorry if this is all rushed and rambled I wished I had time to address each and every one of you to say how I completely feel about you all,but I don't. With that my times almost up please take care,be strong, and I hope to never to see any of you anytime soon.
With as much sincere and love,
Alfred Freedom Jones
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The letter was finish being read to the nations attending the world meeting. Some held anger,some held sadness, all held a sense of horrified amazement. One of their own was gone,one of the strongest was gone, America was gone. Maybe not the actual U.S.A ,but Alfred. The blasted happy-go-luck representative,the one who was always smiling,always seemed happy,always just there. The one who said he'll never go away was gone.
"Ca-Canada pl-please tell us this is all just a poorly constricted joke lad."
"Yes aru! America can not just leave!"
"This is all stupid joke from stupid comrade,da?"
" That hamburg-bastard can't just leave when shit hits the fan!"
"Did America just go like Grandpa Rome?"
"This is highry irrogical America is very stubborn he wourd not reave rike this."
Canada couldn't say anything to the remarks and questions flying at him,his throat has\d closed when he finished reading. His brother. God why didn't he say anything before! He knew America was feeling down,but never... never had this even crossed his mind!
"Mon cher?"
"I don't know!" Canada screamed all taken aback from the usually quite country.
"All I know is that I got this letter the morning before I left and now my brother's not here,this says he basically stopped living,an-and I just don't know!" Tears began spilling from his eyes France and England reached to console him and themselves.
The rest was left wondering what will happen now?
What caused America to just leave? Who was this new representative? Will he be like Alfred? Will he have hes thoughts? His manners? What exactly would this new America be like?
Sure all of them have changed,died in some form and came back as another country or rather another name for the land they represented, but it was always them never have any of them been so fully replaced. None of them ever thought it possible.
A sharp creak was heard.
"Hello? I'm sorry I'm late I had a hard time locating this building."
All the nations turned to face the new voice. A young man in his early 20s, chestnut hair, lean physique, and obviously uncomfortable. But hes discomfort was of no importance when the nations saw hes eyes and that little cowlick on his head. All held curiosity as they stared straight at him and increased his discomfort. Before anyone could ask the question he answered it.
"Um h-hi I'm the new representative for the United States of America and its pleasant to meet you all."
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A/N: This was actually going to start as an old America talking about what he done wrong on his death-bed,but then it turned to this. Its pretty shabby I understand ,but I had to get this out of my head. Will this turn into a full fleshed story? It's basically a one-shot,but I may write another chapter for it. So please review I would love to hear what you all think.
