A/N: America's first because he is the superpower of the world, and besides I already had half his chapter written before I even wrote the introduction. The order for the rest of the requests is: Denmark, China, England, Prussia, Norway, Poland, Italy, Germany, India. Any additional requests will be tacked on after those guys.
Also, I never really mentioned this in the introduction, but I imagine everyone got killed off by some virus.
The screen fizzled, fading up on an empty chair. It was round and egg-like, hollowed out with a cushion placed inside for one to sit on. Behind it was a glass wall, showing the sky at dusk, purpley-blue fading to black with stars twinkling like gems. There was a shuffling sound from behind the camera, and a man walked into view. He walked slowly and sat in the chair, folding his long legs like a pretzel.
He looked into the camera and grinned, though it looked forced. His bright blue eyes were tired, his straight blond hair hung on his head, withered. He licked his lips, took a breath, and began to speak.
"If you're watching this, I'm dead," He said in a frank manner, one corner of his lips turning up wryly. "Don't look too sad. If you're human, you won't know me anyway. If you're a nation, well, we've got nothing to worry about." He scratched the back of his head.
"The reason I'm making this is because I'm pretty sure we've got something to worry about." He laughed awkwardly. "So here goes." He leaned forward at this point, looking at the camera earnestly. "The world is ending. I'm sure of it. And when the world ends, countries' economies, physical land, and people all crumble. What logically follows is that we will die after that.
"My name is Alfred F. Jones, personification of the nation of the United States of America. I know this may be hard to take in, but there are people representing each nation. Maybe my only regret is not being more of a public figure, if only to make this easier to explain. I'm lazy like that.
"But yes, I represent America. My health and well-being depends on the health and well-being of the country. For example, if we are at war, I will be extremely sick, especially if we are being attacked." Alfred winced, shifting in his chair. "I'll never forget the pain of Pearl Harbour. But other nations have had it much worse, like Germany or England. I think I'd die from the pain of constant firebombing."
Alfred gave another weak smile. "I keep getting off-topic. It's a bad habit of mine.
"Like I was saying, my health depends on America's health. So if America is dead, I'll be dead. I hope I'm making sense. I've never really had to explain what I am to someone before. It definitely was not explained to me properly. Now's not the time for being bitter, though." He chortled sadly. "I can't waste the time I have left complaining.
"That brings me to the second portion of this video. The part where I talk about my last wishes. Like a will, almost. Not that anyone will be left to do the things I request, but I feel like I should say them, just in case." Alfred cleared his throat.
"When I die, I want to be buried in my bomber jacket. This is for you, Mattie, Arthur - if you outlive me. It's held so many great memories over the last century and a bit, I couldn't leave it behind. I want to be buried under the oak tree in my backyard. I think that would be nice. There's a couple photos of me and Kiku I'd hate to see destroyed, so please bury those as well.
"I, uh, I also wanna say thank you. To Arthur, firstly. Because so many European nations had to grow up with no guidance, much less an older brother figure, and I'm so glad I had one. I really am grateful for that. I know I haven't expressed it much, but after my independence, I thought you'd think I wasn't being sincere. Well, you can tell I am now." Alfred smiled wistfully.
"Secondly, to Matthew, for always putting up with my bullshit. You were always in my shadow, and while it was unintentional, it must have hurt. It's lessened lately, but that doesn't make it okay. I might sound a little too much like you when I say this, but I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything and anything I ever did to hurt you. And I mean it.
"And I wanna thank all the nations. I wanna thank you all for being there. Kiku, Ludwig, Matthias, Gilbert, even Ivan. Because while I was enemies with some of you at one point, it's faded now, and I'm thankful. I'm thankful that immortality has not erased our humanity, and we can forgive, forget, and be friends again."
Alfred paused for a long while, seemingly thinking. Then he flashed a smile again and continued.
"This is getting pretty sappy, huh?" He sighed. "I don't mean to sound like a crappy rom-com, but I decided to make this to be completely honest. And if I sound like something from a movie, that's just one of the perks.
"I don't think I really have any regrets. Most of the political decisions I've made were settled on by my bosses, and all the personal ones I'm content with. I think it's nice not having any regrets. Though I've always been one to jump off a cliff and never look back.
"I don't quite know what to think about what comes next. After I'm dead, I mean. I guess I'll go to some kind of Heaven. I only have a loose belief of religion, my church-going having decreased over the years. I hope the angels will let a nation in."
Alfred stopped again. He stared off-camera, his eyes glazed and unfocused. He opened his mouth, took a breath, then closed it again. He blinked rapidly.
"Oh man." Alfred sniffed loudly. "I promised myself I wouldn't cry." His voice caught at the end, and he started coughing.
"Shit..." Alfred removed his glasses shakily. "A hero doesn't cry!"
He started coughing again.
He coughed and coughed, hacking and wheezing sounds filling the empty air. Dry coughs turned into heavy, wet ones, bursting up from his chest and popping out of his mouth. He doubled over, clutching his sides as he shook uncontrollably. When he finally recovered, blood trailed from the corner of his mouth.
He touched a finger to the blood gingerly. "It's beginning." Suddenly, his voice was hoarse.
Alfred wiped the blood with his sleeve, then smiled again. It was shocking how genuine his smile was, having been on the verge of tears mere moments before. "I'm okay, guys. Really. It's been real knowing y'all." He made a peace sign.
Alfred leaned forward, presumably to turn off the camera. There were bumping noises, and he cleared his throat a few times. Among those noises, there was a barely-there whisper.
"Goodbye."
The screen faded to black.