Under this star Spangled Banner

Chapter 1 - Confessions

The cool ocean waves wrapped around my feet as I stood staring at the sunset in which I had come to love due to a particular event that occurred here not too long ago. This event was the most important day of my life. The day I met him, my hero, America. He helped me get through tough spots and, for that, I am thankful. I always thought I was such a bother to him, asking this man for so much help, yet he would only smile and, like a gentleman, aid me in whatever problem I had. Oh how I miss those days! We were so close then! Now, I'm my own country. I don't need any help from anybody else. That was unless wars broke out, of course. But, that never happened with me. I was always one of the peace keeping countries, never provoking and or starting war. Though, if it was for a good cause, then I might just join the mix. And if it also included him, I would fight without hesitation. I owed everything to this man. He helped me stand on my own two feet again and aided me in so many wars. How could I not repay him by doing this much?

Gazing at my watch, I realized the next world meeting would be very soon, maybe too soon, in fact. So, why wasn't I already on my way there? It was all too simple. My transportation was late, again. The driver, old and crippled, always wanted to take his sweet time at picking me up. But, alas, I said nothing to him about it. I guess the reason being is my niceness. How, exactly, am I nice? The other nations seem to think so, but I don't. I mean, I'm easily angered and talk back to people when I get the chance. How is that nice?

BEEP! BEEP! The sound of the car horn snapped me out of my thoughts. I got up, grabbed my ocean blue purse, and then proceeded in the car.

"Where to, lassie?" The old man asked in what seemed to be an old English accent.

"The Conference Building, please." I stated. Wasn't he supposed to know this already? Maybe his old age was finally catching up with his brain.

"Of course." The driver replied. He put the car into motion and drove a whopping thirty miles per hour.

I knew we were going to be late. In fact, we were already late as it was. I thought to myself, 'why isn't he hurrying! At this rate we're going to be the last ones there!'.

"Driver, could you please hurry up? I am on a tight schedule…"

The driver scowled at me. "Don't get your panties in a knot, lassie. We're going to be there soon enough!"

Excuse me? Did he just say what I think he said? I silently cursed him for his arrogance, but did nothing more. News would spread around from one nation to another about how the "innocent" New Zealand beat up her driver for going below the speed limit. I didn't care what everyone else would say. I only cared about what Alfred would say. He was my friend, my hero. I couldn't let him down with news such as this. It would embarrass him and he might not ever want to speak to me again! I would never be able to bear that.

For I have a confession to make... I may call America my best friend, but I feel something more for him. Not something as simple as a brother, sister relationship. It's even deeper than I can come to comprehend. I'm in love with Alfred F. Jones and forever wish to be by his side under this Star Spangled Banner.

Took me long enough, didn't it? XD

Well, hop you enjoy Chapter 1...even though it's short. Please Review, though. I'd like to have some ideas, thoughts, and critiques on my story and or writing style.~