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NOTE: THIS IS FROM ENGLAND'S POINT OF VIEW
I see you everyday, walking down the halls. I stop and stare from far away. You never notice me, nor do you ever look my way. Its probably because you have her by your side. Your fingers entwined while you walk laughing, and smiling. Your every move makes me sick. Yet I can't stop myself from watching.
It's because in my dreams it's my hand your holding. It's my presence that makes you smile.
You are with me during the good times, when nothing else matters but our love. We will sit together, all alone, your arms wrapped around me. You gently stroke my messy blonde hair and whisper softly in my ear "I love you Arthur." Then in return, I give you a passionate kiss, and tell you how you mean the world to me.
You are with me during the bad times too. You listen to what I have to say. Then you tenderly wipe the tears that are falling down my cheeks and tell me "It's going to be okay. I'm here for you and I always will be" You hold me until my tears cease to fall. Often times by then I have cried myself to sleep, yet you stay with me for the rest of the night, falling asleep yourself with me still in your arms.
Why do I love you? I often ask myself. I know it could never be. My dreams are what keep my love alive. They're both a blessing and a curse. It is because I know you could never love me that I have many tear filled nights. But when were together for those few hours, It is the only time I am truly happy. I love you Alfred.
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Authors Notes: I own nothing.
America wanted to sleep, but he just couldn't. His fever made him feel too heated for covers yet he couldn't sleep without something covering him. Ear infected, throat on fire, America strained to swallow a giant ball of mucus that had gathered in the back of his throat. It was one of the most painful experiences of his life.
Groaning, he stood up from his bed, deciding to strip off his irritating clothes in favor of sleeping naked to cool himself off. As he peeled off his sweaty pajamas, he winced at the afternoon light shinning through his window. He was sleeping in until the late afternoon,
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Outcast- America
We had another meeting today.
Again, everyone shot me down and told me that my ideas were insane or idiotic.
I can handle them telling me they don't like the idea but, they don't need to add all the harsh comments.
They never invite me to any of their parties, they never ask me if they want to hang. It's fine, I've spent this long being alone, I can handle it, barely....
I only have Tony. He's my best friend. There was Davie but I'm not too sure about what happened to him. He just disappeared one day. He never even said goodbye.
The other countries said they don't like me because I'm loud and obnoxious. They also say other things but I'd
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Given Up
Dear America, or Alfred F. Jones and the rest of the world, or those who care.
If you are reading this, well, you are. Funny how life throws you obstacles, and yet you expect everything to work out. Well, I couldn’t dodge the obstacles anymore; I just had to give up. Now, it’s not any one’s own fault, it’s just everything over the centuries that I have liv-no, suffered. This old chap just couldn’t fight anymore, and I suppose it’s for the best in the end. France, frog-face, I’m sorry about Jeanne, I really am. I never wanted to make you suffer, but I did, and all I can ask is your forgiveness. Se
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I know this is really short but I just thought of it last night when I was trying to sleep. I hope you like it 
I do not own this image o-o credit to whoever made it~
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My feels, they are dead ;-;