Hey! Been awhile, hasn't it? Hope you didn't miss me too much :'D
This drabble is only America, based on the song New Day from Griffen House (disclaimer: I don't own the song nor Hetalia) and just delves into some of my headcanon on America.
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It may come as a surprise to the rest of the world but Alfred (not America, Alfred. America is simply a persona, Alfred is the person behind the mask, the one with emotions that truly matter) does not like to fight. He does not like to argue. He does not like to search for conflict. He much prefers running, laughing, going on adventures, having fun, living life, and, most important of all, making sure that others enjoy life, as well.
He has never looked for conflict, but conflict finds him. When he sees others hurting, others in need of help, others needing a hero… he wants to be there for them. Alfred wants to help and make the world the best place it could be.
Alfred is not proud of all of his fights, but he knows they were necessary. He has fought alongside and against friends, sometimes in the same conflict. He has seen things he wishes he could erase from his mind. He has felt terrible pain, sadness, and, especially lately, shame. And yet, he always has a smile on his face. He knows that eventually things will be better.
Alfred can count the number of those he trusts with absolutely everything on one hand, but that does not bean he does not love all of the connections he has made in the past. Every single person he has come across has left an impression on him, and he is almost positive that he has left an impression on them. He has loved and lost, but he has never hated. Oh, there have been times where he has wished he was even capable of channeling his anger into hate, but he never has, never could. There have been times where he has felt hated, disliked, scorned, even, but over time he has come to realize that perceptions are always changing. No one ever has ever hated him for long.
When Alfred looks in the mirror, he can smile at his reflection. He can tell himself that today is going to be a good day, simply because it is a new day. Every day he wakes up is a new chance. A new chance to save the day, to love, to argue, to live. He sees no point in hiding from his past, no point in running from the inevitable in the future.
Alfred will simply live and strive to make the world a better place. That is his goal upon waking every day. He is well aware that he will win some and lose some. He is well aware that some days will not go the way he hopes, and there will be times he wishes he could have a reset button. And yet, those days will never make him give up. He will always continue on. He will always keep living. Every day is a new day.