Bright fireworks light up the night sky, as loud patriotic music plays in the background. He can see red, white, and blue, and American flags as far as the eye can see. The smell of hot dogs and hamburgers sizzling on a grill fills his nostrils, while the sound of children laughing as they dance occupies his ears.
This was America on the Fourth of July. This was the way his citizens celebrated 235 years of freedom.
"And I'm proud to be an American, where at least I know I'm free! And I won't forget the men who died who gave that right to me. And I'd gladly stand up next to you and defend her still today. Cause there ain't no doubt I love this land…God bless the USA!" It's a collaboration of Americans, voices blending and bursting with pride.
He bites off a bit of the burger he's holding in his one hand, and leans back with the other to watch the firework finale, the reflections of the red, white and blue bursts of light dancing on his glasses. He smiles to himself, and joins his people in singing.
He's content with knowing that even if some of the world didn't believe him to be a hero, at least his people always would.
So, this is probably a complete and utter fail. I haven't written anything in a long time, and this is my first attempt at Hetalia. Everything I wrote sounded horrible, but after I went myself and watched some fireworks (with some confusion as to the music selection- a song about Georgia being played in NJ? Little strange) this happened. Although, for an obnoxiously proud American I should have been able to write something better because America is too awesome for mediocre tributes. But hopefully this isn't too bad.