April 20th, 1990

England,

I look at our relationship and wonder what happened between us, I still remember being a colony; those were some of the happiest years of my life, you know. I just don't understand how two people, who had so much love for each other, could grow so distant and cold. It breaks my heart to look at you and think of how much you probably hate me because of what I have done – even though I have tried so hard to heal what I have unintentionally broken. I feel as if I have given you nothing but love and admiration, only to be cut down. But it didn't start out like that. No. Everything was fine until the end of the War – that's when the real problems started. You were a good big brother – never doubt that. Yes, you spent most of your time in your country, but when you did visit, you made sure that you spent time with me. We were both happy, content with the relationship we had.

Then, things began to change; I knew that you and Francis didn't like each other because every time he brought Mattie over to play, you would always fight as soon as you thought we were out of an ear shot. Then, one day, you got into a really, really bad fight. I even remember that Francis had tried to take me with him when he left with Madeline that same day. For a long time, neither of us saw the other and you were…different. You became more moody and secluded yourself more and more every time you came to visit.

You probably didn't notice, but I did.

The first time I saw Mattie after the fight was a day I wanted to forget, but for some reason, I remember – I think all four of us do. It was the first time I saw you - my big brother - for the empire that you really were; it was like shattering glass to reveal a hidden room or lifting a veil to show the strings making the puppets dance. And it terrified me – you terrified me.

I don't know if you'll ever end up reading this letter, Kiku says it's a good way to get my emotions out. Apparently he thinks that I need to 'let it out' – I'll never admit to him that he's probably right because I do feel a little better right now. Who knows, maybe I'll write more?

Secretly hoping you never read this,

Amelia F. Jones

The United States of America

Heya guys! So, updating regularly didn't seem to go very well, sorry about that. I will try to be better about getting these chapters up, but once I'm out of content that I have I can't even pretend to make regular update promises...

Anyways, this letter spawned because I wanted people to know what America was feeling about these events, as the story is in the perspective of Canada, England, and France. These letters were the result! They might come off as cheesy and I'll probably go back and rewrite them, but this is the way that they are now so I hope you guys like them... The letters, as of right now, are kind've sprinkled throughout the stories, and will vary on the characters they are addressed to. Please also keep in mind that America/Amelia believes that no one will see these letters and that they are a form of therapy she uses to express what she's really thinking. Nations, no matter what the gender, cannot show any weakness to the other nations, which includes opening up like America does in these letters.

On another, and final, note, this is the last short story before the longer ones begin to form. The next instillation, for example, is the American Revolution. So, if any of you were worried about how the stories are split, it is by wars and the events surrounding/leading up to those wars. I split them up because I felt that all of the stories combined would prove to make the individual document wordy and too long, especially if some people want to read about an individual time period.

I hope you guys enjoyed Yankee Doodle! The next story is titled: Human Events and is currently the story that I am working on for this series.