Perhaps long ago, I could have seen the signs and stopped this mess from ever occurring. Sadly, now, it's much too late.
Sitting here, in my house, I wonder where I went wrong. What could I have done to show you? Why couldn't I have seen the pain in your eyes?
Why didn't you tell us?
You were the first I saw fall to the Uniamilitia, when that website popped up on the Internet. I scoffed, said it would never come to fruition. Maybe, if I had looked, I would have seen you considering, debating, wondering.
You were the first to have a boss who joined the militia. Your eyes filled with ice and steel, your mind with the drumbeat of footsteps marching. Others followed, of course. Japan, China, Italy… surprisingly, Russia held out for a while, until a few of the surrounding countries invaded him, brought him to his knees.
That's not what you call them now, I know. Many countries have been absorbed into larger empires. I may not know where the others are, but I do know what will happen next.
As I write, your ships and planes are crossing the Atlantic, prepared to launch an invasion into the European countries still standing. You won't find us easy to defeat. We're banding together for this final defense, ready to die for our freedom, just like you were all those years ago.
The only way you'll find this letter is over my dead body, so I guess this is my final farewell.
I'm sorry, Alfred, for everything.
-Arthur Kirkland
"England"
A/N- This was a letter written from England to America in a sort of futuristic militaristic society. It doesn't have to be a ship unless you want it to look that way. The Uniamilitia is a sort of movement spawned on a rather shady blog that ended up taking hold of the world.