July 4, 1776
Dear Diary:
We declare our Independence Day. We won our freedom. Our colonies will hereby be known as American. We have signed the Declaration of Independence!
The Brits wanted to tax our tea, as well! Well, I say to that, to Hell with the Brits and their tea! Our party dressed as Indians and threw the taxed tea in the harbor. We will not stand for it, and have won our God-given Freedom from Great Britain. No more will they control us, for on this day of July, 1776, we are AMERICAN! GOD BLESS AMERICA AND GOD BLESS Gen. GEORGE WASHINGTON!
~Alfred F. Jones
America sighed as he looked at his old diary. He swallowed back tears of happiness and sadness. "God bless America, huh?" he whispered. "We're free, huh?"
America closed his eyes for a moment. "Yeah, right. After all these years, why don't I feel the same way now that I did back then?" He pushed the papers and old letters off the desk and lay his head in his arms. "It seems I can't even go to the Firework Show because I might get shot. Somebody always has to ruin it for everyone else. That's so Un-American!" He emphasized that last part.
America sighed deeper as he turned on his laptop. "Just a little game of Mind-Sweep will take care of it…" Then he saw it. The American Flag on his desktop wallpaper. A wide, mischievous, and somewhat evil grin spread on his lips. "My freedom…is all I want…" he rushed to FaceSpace. He was going to rub it in Britain's face. He was going to spill his 'taxed tea' all over him.
But then, America frowned. Britain had, for once, beaten him to it, so to speak. There, on America's profile, Britain had posted a picture of the American Flag with a tag that said, "Made in Great Britain" and he had typed, "And don't you forget it, Alfred!"
"I CAN'T BELIEVE THE NERVE OF THIS DUDE!" America screamed. "HOW DARE HE POST THAT!" He was going to get him back. "Heh heh," he chuckled as he went to Britain's profile. The keyboard began smoking as he typed a paragraph. "I'm going to smear my Independence in his face and on his clothes and into his bushy, weird, eyebrows!"
"Serves him right! I hope this post gets 100 likes, AHAHAHAHA!" America laughed as he leaned back in his roller office chair. He spun around once in it and kicked off the desk to get to the other side of the room without getting up. He spun around in the chair and grabbed the French fry bag from Micky D's. Then he kicked off the table and back to the desk. He rocked back and forth in the chair for about a minute before the phone rang.
"I bet that's Britain begging me to take my post off. Yeah, yeah, right!" He answered it with a sports blast stadium horn. Then he spoke in a robotic voice, "I'm sorry. The number you have dialed is too busy celebrating my Freedom from You-Know-Who. Please leave an apology after the tune, Dude!" Then he blew the horn again and hung up. America laughed obnoxiously. "Oh, man! That was so hilarious!"
Then America's cell phone text message tune went off. America, once again, kicked off the desk to roll across the room without getting up and stopped at the counter to pick it up. "I bet it's Britain! AHAHAHAHAAHAA!" He read who it was from. "Canada, eh?" he mimicked as he read the message.
"America! I knw ur tryn 2 rub it n Mr. Britain's face, but tht wasn't Britain on the phone. Thanx 2 u, I'm almost deaf. U did this on my bday, 2, so will u please stop being a Showboat & shut up? Also, ur fireworks are 2 loud…& I was going 2 tell u happy birthday, but never mind…"
"Pft, whatevs," America tossed the phone back on the counter. "Wrong number…who doesn't like fireworks? Oh, yeah, Britain…"
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