"It has been a long year."
"Da, it has..."
"Dude...it has been 12 years since then..."
"Amerika..."
Alfred stood from where he was sitting in front of Ivan's desk in his office.
"Dude! 12 years ago today I was a mess, I was weak. 12 years ago I vowed to never let that happen again. And when I agree to the tactics that are needed to stop these fucking terrorists, suddenly I am the bad guy! All these countries just leaped at the chance to put me down when the NSA leaks came out! God, half the time I didn't know what to do! Do I protect my citizens? Or do I do as they wish and stop the surveillance? I..."
Alfred stopped talking as he stood beside a window overlooking Red Square. "I was so afraid...that it would come down to...how life was back a couple of decades ago. Back to when we...to when I..."
Alfred again stopped talking, for the thought of another Cold War was too much for him. Ivan only sat in deep thought, he felt sympathy for Alfred, but he didn't know what to do for him.
"I...I am afraid...I'm scared...", mumbled Alfred. Ivan stood, now more concerned, and curious. "Afraid of what sunflower?"
"That this isn't going to work. That I am not going to work. No one likes me anymore, I am not a hero...I'm a monster...this whole idea, I am scared that this whole experiment that was set up 237 years ago..is going to fail. That I...failed...
"I don't know what to do anymore, I really personally don't want to hurt Syria, I don't like war. Everything is just falling apart, no one looks at the good in me anymore, it's always America is evil, America the bully. I'm not..."
"Amerika maybe you need to be alone..." Russia stood to leave, America falling to the ground. "No...please don't..." But Russia had already left. Leaving behind, Alfred, who for the first time ever, felt his age. He was only a child compared to the majority of the countries. He had no history, this was his history. He was a 237 year old child, with the world on his shoulders.
A cold, unaccepting world, that was now against him. And he had no choice but to take it, but he would take it like a hero.
12 years ago I was hurt. 12 years ago I chose to fight. 12 years later I refuse to stop fighting.