Alfred Can Write Letters
Alfred hated it when England would leave him for a long time, it was the worst because there was no one to play with him, read him stories, or even teach him stuff. The young country only wished he could talk to his big brother who was talking to Mr. France about something of great importance, or at least that's what England had said as he'd left.
All Alfred could think to do was mope around wandering through the large and lonely house, whistling to himself and even at times talking to an imaginary friend like England's, sadly Alfred could not truly see them in the outside world like England apparently could see his own.
After a great deal of time passing and Alfred making a lot of phone calls to people he really had never even met (Mr. Spain, Mr. Netherlands, and Mr. France) he also made a call to England who did not answer unlike everyone else. In fact he'd had very interesting conversations with. Mr. Netherlands was kind of quiet but he was still nice, Mr. Spain was very niece and loved talking to America, and Mr. France talked to America fondly all the meanwhile promising to give England a good talking to for just leaving the younger country all on his own.
Alfred was extremely happy with this and after about an hour or so he hung up with the Frenchman. After this the days ticked on until Alfred was a lone for a whole month which then turned into months until England had been gone for almost a year, in fact Alfred feared he would not see his beg brother on Christmas.
He talked to Mr. Spain more than anyone or anything, he told Mr. Spain about how England had yet to return and how lonely he was. Mr. Spain then gave the small boy a wonderful suggestion, if England would not answer his phone, he could just write him a letter which he would most definitely receive and so he got right on it.
After a few hours of deciding he finally began to write.
Dear Big Brother,
I miss you a lot, and since you don't answer my phone calls I am writing to you. I really, really miss you a lot and I wish you'd never left me all by myself, maybe next time you can take me with you. I don't like being a lone, it makes me sad. Don't worry though, I've gotten to make new friends, Mr. France, Mr. Netherlands, and Mr. Spain talk to me at least once a day. It was Mr. Spain actually who had told me that I should write you a letter so I hope you like it when you get it. I miss you a bunch, I even miss your scones. I hope you come home for Christmas, or will you miss it this year. You promised we could spend every Christmas together, making cookies for Santa and decorating. It is the 15th and we do not have a tree nor one decoration. I dressed up for Halloween as a pumpkin, it was fun but no fun without you really. I ate all my candy in one sitting and I missed you telling me not to, I'm sorry about eating it all in one sitting by the way. If it makes up for it, I have learned my lesson; I wound up getting sick and emptied myself of all the candy and chocolate I'd eaten. I just wanted to tell you some of that and say I hope to see you soon and I love you lots and lots too. Please come home soon, pretty, pretty please with a cherry on top come home soon big brother.
Alfred finished the letter and frowned at the numerous tear drops that had fallen on to the paper. He then double checked with Spain on how to send it and once they went over it twice he sent his letter and only hoped that England got it and maybe responded or he was home before he could.
