I hate July 4th.

No, thats wrong. I don't hate the 4th. No, I dispise it! Its the day that bloody document was signed! ...The day I lost my baby brother...

I can stand the day along as long as I'm in my house, in my country. But, not this year. Noooo, this year, I'm in America for a bloody meeting. I swear, that bloddy idiot planned this! He had been trying to get me to come to his birthday party every year since the Great War! But I never go and I won't this year! His birthday isn't even in July, no matter what anybody says! Its in October!

"Dude!" Speak of the idiot and he will appear... "England! You're gonna come to my party, right?" See? Every year.

"No America. Do I ever bloody go?" I looked at him and he was pouting! Pouting I say! And he is the superpower?

"Dude..." He looked away. "No matter what I said back then, I am still your brother. I'm sorry if I hurt you..." He didn't have his stupid american accent... He had a british one, like he was younger. He turned and walked away, leaving me staring a him in shock.

... Maybe I will go to his party...

...I mean, just this year.