I know, I should be updating Where Were You, but this idea was just too good to leave alone.

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I love you.

I wish there was a better way to say it. Those three words sound so flat and colorless to my ears. Maybe that's because each time I heard them, the hope they gave me turned out to be fleeting. Every time they were spoken to me, something was taken from me in the next breath, and so I can never trust people who say "I love you". Besides, those three words never indicate the depth to which a person can love another. I wish I could tell you that my love for you is deeper than the Marianas Trench, that it burns brighter than all the light in the world, that it's the only thing that's kept me going for the last few decades. But every time I try to say those words, the way I want to express them sounds so cliché that I close my mouth and turn away before you have time to even acknowledge my presence. I wish I could find a way to tell you.

I wish I had the courage to tell you. You're always surrounded by people-be it Canada, Japan, Britain, or even Prussia-you've always got someone talking to you. I don't. I'm off in my own little corner, my own little world -which is so far away from yours. You're a glittering speck on a distant horizon. I want to walk towards you, but I'm afraid. If I walk too far, will you blink out of existence like a mirage? If I bridge that gap between us, will I be accepted or denied? I'm so afraid. I'm afraid that, when I do approach you, people will start saying things about me, that Brother will turn away from me, but more than anything it's the fear of you not reciprocating my feelings that keeps me stationary.

You intimidate me too, have I ever told you that? It's true. You're like light. You're always moving, constantly bending and refracting, shooting brilliant colors off into space every time you turn. Every time you speak, your voice is so loud and so vibrant that it shatters the walls of my silent world and fills my heart with a vigor never before known. Like twin sapphire prisms, your eyes sparkle and glow, reflecting the light you carry within yourself onto others around you. I'm not any of that. Like a Siberian winter, I'm silent-full of ice and devoid of all comfort. No light can pierce the murky waters of my heart and no flame can melt the ice in my soul. And so, I-an utter dichotomy of you- bury myself within the ebon frost that permeates my very being and hide from your life and your light.

One day, I know I will overcome my fear and find the perfect way to tell you how much I love you. That much is certain. But until that day comes, I will content myself with hiding, watching, and wracking my brain while you continue on, oblivious to my love. For how ever long it takes, I will sit here in my seat next to my brother and watch you prattle on up at the very front of the room, thinking the same phrase over and over again.

I love you, America.

Shortest one-shot ever. Anyway, what did you think? Drop me a review and let me know how I did. Thanks!