When we were trudging through the days before I made to end it
When I was pulled in two by my still reluctant mind
Even though I still loved you, I still felt I had to
Tell you that we should break up
June xx, 19XX
Dear England,
Hello! It's America. I just wanted to say to you thank you so much for everything you have done for me-taking me in as a colony, all those burnt scones, (which I thought tasted hella good, and I'm not lying, I promise!) the ice cream, and all those other fun memories we shared with each other. I know that by the time you're reading this you might be wondering why you're wearing a flower crown. Hey, they're so in right now! Well, at least that what Poland told me... but still! They're hella fab! I don't wear flower crowns everyday though, because I think they're a little too girly, so I wear a small one I made myself on my wrist. But you insulted me when you caught me wearing it, claiming it didn't look like one at all, which made me upset for a good 2 weeks. But I've long since gotten over that, yet I still wear it up to this very day.
Alright, let's get to the real point why I really wrote this letter. I'll be frank with you, England. I really don't know if I should love or hate you for your personality-very judgmental, and very tsundere, as Japan would say. Well, it's not my fault you're always in denial, is it? It's that French guy's fault, okay? Not mine. Okay? Okay. Moving on... I'm tired of keeping up with everything you do, actually. One minute, you're a prim and proper gentleman, and the next minute you're a punk rock star jamming hella awesome tunes on your guitar. (In which, I think is really awesome, dude.) You do know that I love you to pieces, right? I've always did. Ever since the first time our eyes met, I felt that something had sparked between us. It's as if we were made for each other. Even if we are opposites, we're still best friends, right? Well, I'd have to quote that 'opposites attract', in this case we do.
As much as I hate to say this, and as much as I love you, I'm really, really sorry England. I'm tired of being under your wing. I want my own wings to soar into the sky. In short, I know it hurts for me to say this, but I want my independence from you. I'm tired of being underneath an existing nation. I want to become my own nation. A nation wherein people can be free, and do whatever they want at their own convenience. I just thought it was about time for me to vent out how I really felt for these past few years. I hope you understand, England. You'll have to do this for the better of you and me. Well, I'll see you soon. I love you.
With love from your son,
America
