Arthur Kirkland
Montreal, Quebec
October 27, 2163
I groaned, "Alfred F. Jones, Stop calling me that!"
He pouted, "fine." His eyes were slowly travelling all over my body. He was silent for a while, "England, what's going on with you? You never talk to me anymore... not even to argue. You completely ignored everyone and when Germany asked what you thought of my idea, you were asleep... Why would you do that?"
"Because I don't want to argue anymore... I just want to be left alone..." and if I talk to people, they'll notice that somethings wrong and stop me from dying...
"...England... you shouldn't look like this, you're thin as a bone..."
I don't really care... I thought. "I know, but that's none of your concern."
"England! How could you think that?" He stared at me and seemed like something was caught in his throat. He lowered his voice, "England... I'm going to tell you something as Alfred F. Jones and I want you to listen as Arthur Kirkland."
I nodded, unsure of what he was leading up to.
"A-arthur... My boss told me never to say this but that was way back when my boss was still Washington... I'll say it now because I don't want to keep it to myself anymore..."
I raised an eyebrow.
"I l-l- Well, fuck me runnin'!" he shouted.
"What?"
"I can't say it... I want to, but I can't..."
"Just say it."
"I can't..."
"SAY IT."
"Fine... what does the 'F' in my name stand for?"
"Freedom, stupid."
"Wait, what?"
"Freedom."
"Wait, like the land of the free?"
I nodded, "Yes," I closed my eyes and sat on my bed, "I knew that you were going to declare independance someday and I knew what you would become..."
"You knew?"
"Yes, idiot, now say what ever it was that you wanted to say."
"Um, ok... Will you Arthur Kirkland, the Embodiement of The United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, promise to listen to the words of Alfred Freedom Jones, the Embodiement of The United States of America?"
"Yes," I said, "If you'll just say what's on your mind and be done with it."
"...Ok... Um... I like you... like more than a friend... and when you ignore me... it hurts... but... when you smile... even if you're ignoring me... it's beautiful and I love it... but... you're not happy... you don't smile anymore... I care about you England... so, you being thin as a bone... that matters to me..."
I stared into his eyes, "What do you want from me?" I asked, holding my voice down.
"I want you to talk to me... We never talk anymore and I miss arguing with you..."
I sighed, "I'll consider it..."
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